m/m Muscle University

[muscleaddict]

15 hours ago, brawnygods said:

Not calling you a tease but I get why you're so good at writing Sebastian Wood!  You both get off on much deserved attention!

(ETA: )

Bugger! You've got me. The whole "Noah Cook is basically me" thing was just a front. I'm Sebastian through and through, baby. I've got huge biceps and outrageous pecs. I love any and all attention and often spend my days walking through train carriages hoping everyone's staring at my gigantic sized arse.

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[muscleaddict]

4 hours ago, Built22 said:

It's what you do best mate

Keep us all  coming back for more, logging in hoping to see another update from muscleaddict

Bless you, mate! That's really sweet. Because of that you can have chapter 6...

[muscleaddict]

Six

“I don’t want a pair of posers that are … too adventurous!” Luke tells me as we make our way to the campus store. 

I can’t help but smirk. He’s seriously overthinking this trunk thing.

“So no hot pink posers then?” I tease. I look over at him and he’s got this amused but slightly coy grin on his face. 

“Just … nothing that’s gonna draw too much attention!”

The irony of that comment isn’t lost on me. Most guys at this university are desperate for attention. Me included. And yet Luke, the guy who currently stands out the most due to his smaller size, funky t-shirts and unique choice of attire for Posing Practice 101, is trying not to get noticed.

“Okay!” I say, amused. “It’s kinda weird though. A bodybuilder not wanting attention!”

He side eyes me and smirks. “I just wanna try and blend in a bit. You know … after the last lesson!”

I nod. “Oooh! What if they sell Harry Potter posing trunks?”

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “You’re never gonna let me live that down are you?”

I shrug. “I might! I’m not sure if Deano will though!”

“So are you and him mates?”

I pull a face. “I wouldn’t go that far!”

Luke bites his lip and nods. “Is he always that much of a twat?”

I let out a surprised laugh. “Pretty much!” I look at Luke and he’s smiling back at me. And there are those cheek dimples again.

Not long after and me and Luke are in the campus store standing in front of it’s big display of posing trunks. They have pretty much every trunk colour you can think of. In every material. It’s fucking magnificent. I’m not gonna lie, sometimes I come to the shop just to stare at all the trunks. Oh yeah. By the way, in case you hadn’t guessed, I have a bit of a thing for posing trunks. I have twenty three pairs. All different colours and all shiny as shit. I just love them. Not only do they look cool as fuck, both off and on, but I also think they’re hot as hell. I’m not even really sure why. Even just standing here next to Luke looking at the beautiful display of trunks, I’m starting to get a fucking hard on.

I look over at him. He looks a little embarrassed but I can tell he’s also kind of excited.

“There’s so many of them!” he says, clearly overwhelmed.

I can’t help but smile. It’s actually kind of cute the way Luke reacts to certain things. I have to admit he’s got this sort of naive, wide eyed charm about him.

He takes a deep breath and looks at me with his anguished look. He’s gently biting down on his bottom lip. “Which ones do you reckon I should go for?”

“Well ... if you don’t wanna stand out, you can’t really go wrong with royal blue!” 

Luke nods. “I was actually thinking blue!”

“Sorted! You’re pretty tall so I’d probably say go for large. You don’t want them to be too small!” I say, rummaging through a peg of non-shiny, matte blue trunks to find the right size for him. 

“There you go!” I say to Luke, handing him the trunks. “Perfect!” 

He looks unsure as he takes the trunks off me and looks at them. A little disappointed even. “Hmmm!”

I playfully roll my eyes, but I’m smiling too. “What?!”

Luke shrugs, looking back at the display. “It’s just … I kind of like the really shiny ones!” he says. His cheeks suddenly look a little flushed and he’s giving me this sheepish but slightly mischievous grin. And I can’t stop myself from smiling back at him.

“Go shiny then!” I say. I actually kind of love that he wants the shiny ones. “They’re the only kind I’d wear!”

He looks up at the shiny trunks again and his grin gets less sheepish and more excited. Now he’s biting down his lip again. “Fuck it! I’m gonna get the shiny ones!” 

“Good lad!” I say, nodding. Luke puts the matte trunks back on their rightful peg and pulls down a pair of shiny blue ones instead. Then he looks at me and pulls a playful “eeek” face. Something happens to me when I see Luke holding those shiny blue posers. His chunky little arms around the white material of his geeky but cool Marvel t-shirt. It’s like a little pinch in my chest. Maybe it’s just the image of another not completely unattractive guy clutching a pair of super shiny (and admittedly fucking hot!) pair of trunks with an excited look on his face.

“Now, Luke. Are you sure you don’t wanna go for the hot pink ones?” I tease, with a smirk and rise of an eyebrow.

Luke rolls his eyes and smirks. Then he actually looks up at the peg of pink posers and I swear he’s got this little twinkle in his eye. Like he actually really likes them. I’ve always found it funny how many bodybuilders actually seem to like pink posing trunks. 

“But what would Deano say?” he asks, with his eyebrows raised.

I pull a face. “Ugh. Who cares about him?” (Answer: @reeddune and @brawnygods )

I can tell Luke’s really excited about buying his first pair of posing trunks. It’s written all over his face. The guy behind the counter is an absolute beast in a black vest with a thick chest and huge, bulging biceps. I’m guessing he’s a third year. He asks Luke if has an NUS card, to which he shakes his head.

“That’s thirty two quid then, mate!”

“Woah! You don’t have an NUS card?” I ask Luke. He shakes his head and says no.

“You get twenty percent off if you have one. Here … use mine!” I say, rummaging in my wallet and giving it to the monster behind the counter. In two years time, I’ll be that size. Fuck it, I’ll probably be bigger.

The guy shakes his head. “Can’t do that. It has to be his card!” signalling to Luke.

I give him a pointed look. “Come on, mate!”

He sighs. “Fine! Whatever!” he says defeated. And now Luke’s giving me a suspicious look. Like he’s wondering why I’m being so nice to him all of a sudden. Fuck. I play dumb, shoot him a confused look and shrug.

“Thanks for that!” he says to me as we walk out of the shop and make our way back to the dorm room, Luke clutching a little blue bag with the initials “MU” written on them. 

I shrug. “No biggie! That’s shop’s a rip off!”

He nods. “I don’t just mean the discount. I mean … you know!” he says, holding up his bag. I don’t say anything, but this warm feeling rises up in my chest.

“Have you got many posers?” he asks me. 

Oh my God. The question takes me by complete surprise. I want to smile but I manage to suppress it. Have I got many posers? Too fucking right, Lukey boy.

“Ummm … about ten pairs, I think?” I reply, my stomach twinging with excitement at the prospect of Luke’s reaction. 

He looks at me wide eyed. “Wow! That’s … a lot of trunks!”

And now I’m smiling too much to cover it up. If only Luke knew that I actually have more than double that number of trunks. “I … like having a few to choose from!” I tell him, keeping my tone casual.

He furrows his eyebrows at me slightly, but he’s smiling too. I feel a sudden pang of nerves. And now my cheeks are starting to feel a little flushed. I tell myself I’m being stupid. I mean, there’s no way Luke could know the reason that I have so many pairs of posing trunks is because I find they hot as fucking fuck (to wear, to pose in and to see on other muscle lads).

Luke’s pretty quiet for the rest of the walk back to the dorm room. I feel like there’s something ticking over in his mind. My suspicions are proven right when we’re back in our dorm room.

“So … what’s the catch?” he asks me in a slightly wary tone. 

Oh shit. He’s just standing there by his bed with his arms folded across his chest giving me a suspicious look. My eyes veer to his little bulging biceps. 

I know exactly what Luke’s referring to but I plead ignorant. “What?!” I ask him defensively.

“Well I’m not being funny, but you’ve basically been a dick to me ever since I got here. And now … you’re taking me shopping for posing trunks?”

I act casually and shrug. “I’m … in a good mood today. Plus I’m bored!”

Luke continues to glare at me with his eyes narrowed.

“I’ll probably go back to being a dick to you tomorrow!”

“Great!” he says sarcastically while rolling his eyes.

I breathe a deep sigh. “Look - it’s not YOU okay? It’s … THIS!” I say waving my arms. Luke actually looks over his shoulder and glances around the room. Which makes me laugh. It’s such a fucking ditzy thing to do but it’s also kind of cute.

“Sharing a room!” I tell him, failing to giggle at what just happened.

“Oh!” he says.

“I mean, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t rather have your own?”

He shrugs and pulls a face. “Well ... yeah!”

“This has got to be the only university in the UK that has shared fucking dorm rooms!”

“Mmmm. I guess it is a bit weird!” Luke says, nodding.

“I mean, my last roommate, Craig. Jesus. He annoyed the hell out of me. And then I had this room to myself for months. And … well, they didn’t even tell me I was getting a new roommate!”

Luke’s nodding at me. It seems like he understands where I’m coming from.

“Okay. I get all that!” he says. “It’s just … none of that’s really my fault is it?” 

Hmmm. Luke does kind of have a point. “Suppose not!” I say, shrugging. And now I feel kinda bad for being such a dick to him these past few days.

“And it could be worse!” he says to me, with one eyebrow raised. I just look at him confused. 

“Well you could be sharing with Deano!”

I laugh. That is exactly what Johnny Hoxton said to me earlier today. “A very fair point!” I say, smiling.

Luke’s expression relaxes and he smiles back at me. I guess as roommates go, he’s not that bad really. He’s harmless at least.

I look at the little blue bag sitting on his bed. “Come on then!” I say, feeling mischievous.

Luke shoots me a confused look. “What?!”

I signal to the bag. “Let’s see what you look like in these trunks!” I say, feeling a surprising flutter of excitement at the prospect.

He looks nervous, but then his expression relaxes. Now he’s just rolling his eyes and shaking his head at me. He obviously doesn’t think I’m being serious.

“Come on!” I order. “I’m gonna see you wearing them on Monday anyway!”

“What, so you can make another joke about how physique competitors don’t normally wear posers?” Luke says.

“Well, that or a joke about them being better than the Harry Potter boxers!” I reply with a smirk.

Luke’s grinning too. He still seems a little nervous and unsure, but I can tell he’s tempted. 

“Just put them on, for fuck’s sake!” I cry.

Luke sighs. “Okay!” Fuck! My chest expands. “Turn around then!” he orders.

“Luke! We share a room. I’m pretty sure I’m gonna see you naked sooner or later!”

“I’m not doing it ‘till you turn around!”

I groan and swivel round on my bed so I’m facing the wall. 

“You’re wearing Harry Potter boxers again aren’t you?” I ask, still not looking.

“NO!”

“Batman boxers?” I tease. Luke doesn’t respond. He’s probably rolling his eyes as he’s stripping off.

“Okay!” he says. There’s a hint of nerves in his voice. “You can turn around!”

I do as he orders and holy SHINY trunks. Fuck. What an image! Luke standing, a little awkwardly, in the middle of the room. His little abs carved into his tummy. His defined chest on display. His little legs with surprising thickness and even a little bit of definition in them. And those posers. Jesus fucking CHRIST. So blue. So shiny. And so, so fucking hot.

I nod, biting my lip to try and cover up my smile. “Those are … pretty fucking awesome!” I tell him. Which is a severe fucking understatement. My stomach actually twists a little as I say those words. No one knows about my love for shiny posers. Not even Emily.

He looks down and pulls a cute, little “eeek” face. Then his mouth turns into this sheepish but pleased little grin. Dimples and all.

“I feel like people might need sunglasses to look directly at them!” he jokes.

I howl. Fuck, I love that comment! That’s the second time Luke’s really made me laugh today (the first being the cheese grater serratus comment). And he’s grinning back at me as I laugh. 

And then my eyes go back to those trunks. Jesus. I can’t believe how shiny they are. Premium fucking posing trunks. There’s something else too. I can’t help but notice that Luke is fucking packing. I mean his bulge is just right there. And oh great. Now I’m getting a bloody hard on. Which feels … a bit weird. Though to be fair, me getting hard at the sight of a lad wearing a pair of shiny posers is hardly an unusual thing. Even if that lad is Luke.

“Those bad boys are pretty fucking shiny!” I say, nodding in agreement. 

“They’re not too small at the back are they?” Luke asks. He spins around and hello GLUTES. Luke’s meaty little arse is spilling out either side of the shiny blue inverted pyramid which makes up the back of his posers. And great, now my hard on’s swelling to full size.

I bring my thighs up to my torso and rest my chin on my knees to try and hide what’s going on in my boxers. “Nah!” I tell him, wrapping my arms around my shins. “Shows off your glutes!” I keep my tone casual, but my stomach is doing something weird. 

Luke takes a few steps back to admire himself in the mirror on his desk and then he cups both of his beefy arse cheeks with his two hands. Then he removes them and actually tenses his glutes. Jesus!

He turns his head around to look at me and I feel a sharp pang of nerves as we make eye contact. I don’t know whether my face is giving away anything of what I’m feeling from seeing Luke and his tensing glutes in his brand new shiny posers. I think I’ve managed to cover it up. I’m good at that, after all. Hiding things. Putting on a front.

“Right, turn around again!” he orders.

I playfully roll my eyes and spin around on my bed to face the wall again. After a few seconds I get this mischievous urge. Should I? Fuck it. I can’t resist. I take a sneaky peek at Luke over my shoulder. 

He’s got his back to me so he doesn’t see me looking. He’s pulling up his jeans. But before they're hidden from view, I manage to see what boxer shorts he’s wearing. A black pair decorated with little images of the Batman symbol. And now I’m facing the wall again. And I’m smiling. Like fucking crazy.

Maybe this being nice to Luke thing isn’t going to be as hard as I first thought?

[TonnyGiant]

Oh my gosh! I love where it is going. A novel worthy of publication and sale in the largest bookstores in the world.
Great story! I love Woddy and his sweet / arrogant way with Luke. Too beautiful!

[jujumusclelover717]

Okay now I just want them to start dating!!! Hahaha I'm shipping them.

[brawnygods]

5 minutes ago, Justinriv717 said:

Okay now I just want them to start dating!!! Hahaha I'm shipping them.

Same.  Story is sending out serious vibrations.

[Shawn1978]

Ok I totally ship Luke/Woody!  They both have common goals when it comes to bodybuilding, yet they are both so different in so manu ways. But they do say opposites attract all the time.

I may or may not be right about Luke and Woody as a couple, but I'm going to keep tuning in to find out.

Keep up the awesome work, Muscleaddict!

[Shawn1978]

10 hours ago, muscleaddict said:

Bugger! You've got me. The whole "Noah Cook is basically me" thing was just a front. I'm Sebastian through and through, baby. I've got huge biceps and outrageous pecs. I love any and all attention and often spend my days walking through train carriages hoping everyone's staring at my gigantic sized arse.

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Well if attention is what you're looking for and you love to be muscle worshipped, then you can message me anytime, Muscleaddict! I love meeting all kinds of muscle guys, of all shapes and sizes! When it comes to muscle, I love it all. I love even the bulky muscle where they have the nice rounded out solid look, but are not chiseled and cut, I also love the shredded, chiseled look at competition time, but I like the look that isn't too skeletal, but I think the more muscle mass you have lessens the skeletal look, which is good. I don't like to look at someone and feel like I need to tackle them and feed them. But even so, i have nothing but respect for everyone who does what they do to achieve sexy shredded muscle, or whatever muscled look you want. I wish I had that discipline and the patience to do it, bit I have no desire to be huge like Jay Cutler or Ronnie Coleman. But a men's physique type slimmer muscled body I could definitely go for, for myself. I basically want to maintain my slim build I have with what decent muscle I do have, and just bulk up my muscles and define them to look better and more shapely. Make my full body look it's best.

Ok, back on topic. I'm looking forward to the next chapter of the story!

 

[muscleman1]

OMG this story just gets better and better, hotter and hotter.  I too have a thing for muslce guys in tight shiny posers, and the description of Luke's body and Woody's reaction is so real.  Where is the cold shower - i need a long one to recover.

[BrzNLA]

 @muscleaddict Awesome to have a new story from you to read. Your style and creativity were sorely missed!