m/m The Wall (chapter 42, added 12/26).

[arpeejay]

Perfect indeed. I am honored to have read it!

[Maxum]

Hey guys. Since I'm still laid up a bit, I'm writing to pass the time, and the chapters are coming out more quickly. If you can get caught up through Chapter 14, Chapter 15 will be ready to post soon. Do you want it tonight or tomorrow? Okay, okay. I'm just being a tool and just kidding. I'll post it before I go to sleep, probably around 10 pacific time. 

[hoga]

yay

[Jtchef2]

@Maxum sorry to hear that you are laid up, get better soon! 

This story is absolutely amazing! I love everything about it

[Maxum]

The Wall, Chapter 15 “TSA”

 My ride to JFK arrived promptly at four. As promised, my complete itinerary and an invitation to the KPNG gala were handed to me by the driver. After a quick stop at the KLN desk to check baggage, I headed to straight to the security line.

From my new taller perch, I could see the checkpoint was a mess. The TSA pre-check and Clear lines were closed for some reason, and all of the other long lines were queued up, including priority/first. For a good 20 minutes, I was on slow motion display to the security team and my fellow travelers as the line slowly snaked back and forth. It was my first venture out in public since my most recent growth, and the reactions of others were interesting and mixed. Almost everyone was curious, at least to a degree. True to form, small kids and young boys were the most inquisitive, staring and pointing and asking their parents if I were a football player or a giant or even sasquatch in one case. Straight business men in their 40s and 50’s appeared least interested, mostly avoiding eye contact and only stealing a glance when they thought I wasn’t looking. Some women in their 30s-50s exhibited feigned or serious disgust, rolling their eyes and whispering quietly to each other while looking as if they had swallowed a bad oyster and were trying not to bring it up. Other women from their 20s-60s openly exhibited their lust or attraction, staring and smiling and giggling with each other. One of the more avant-garde women, apparently traveling alone, was openly “riding” her roller bag handle, repeatedly bringing herself off while she wantonly stared. That made me and everyone else uncomfortable, and she was eventually escorted away by a large uniformed woman named Gwen. 

What really baffled me though was the lack of other men in line who displayed any overt attraction to me. Having traveled a lot, I have often experienced the cruisiness that goes along with a trip. I had often been on the make at the airport myself, either looking for some quick satisfaction during the boring hours between security and take-off, or seeking a travel companion for fun or a hook-up at my final destination. In the 20 minutes snaking through the line, I didn’t receive a single wink or a nod or a welcoming smile. I started to worry. The changes I had gone through had made me more attractive, not less. Right? I had definitely become everything I had always sought in a man, but were my tastes too extreme, and was it possible Pup would be turned off by me now?

Fortunately, when I finally arrived at the station where the security guards cross-check tickets and passports, my fears were assuaged. The most exquisite brown skinned man took my passport and ticket, looked up, smiled and winked. 

“Good day sir. Can you tell me your name and destination please?”

“I’m Max Rayburn,  and I’m flying to Amsterdam. It is my final destination.”

He checked my credentials and said, “My name is  Charlie. I was asked by one of the other security guards to pull you out of the line. We spotted you a few rows back, and there’s no way you’re going to fit through the security detectors. We’d like your permission for in person screening.” The beautiful smile widened. “It would include patting you down manually. For your privacy, we have separate rooms for these personal screenings, and for your safety, two of us will be present for the inspection. Of course, your inspectors will be men. Do I have your consent?” Again a wink and a smile.

I melted. Charlie was a knockout. Wow! “Sure. Of course. I was worried about getting through those detectors anyway. Thank you for thinking ahead.”

“Well you can thank Ali here.” A gorgeous, built, young middle eastern looking man appeared. “He’s the one who identified the potential situation, and he and I will be patting you down. Ali will put your carry-on items and shoes through the detector and re-join us right over there. Is there anything in the bag that should be removed? A lap top or any liquids?”

“No. Not that I know of.”

“Okay, perfect, now let’s all step through this door…”

The room was surprisingly spacious. It was well lit, and there was plenty of room for a desk, three folding chairs, my roller bag and more than the three of us.

“Charlie, do you and Ali always work as a pair?”

“We try to, Mr. Rayburn. Ali has a great eye for spotting passengers who may need some special attention, and we both really enjoy this part of our jobs.”

So far, everything seemed very professional, but the whole thing was a little bit sketch, and there was sexual tension you could cut with a knife. The two guards were smoking hot, both really handsome and both with big arms straining the sleeves of their shirts and big baskets straining their zippers.

Charlie knelt and began patting down my legs from my knees to my ankles and looked up. “Any orthopedic braces or prosthetics?”

“No.” 

“Would you mind if I rolled up the leg of your trousers, sir. It feels like you’ve got something concealed here.”

“No. That’s fine. It’s just me. I have big calves.”

He pulled up the hem of my right pants leg, but it wouldn’t fit over the ball of my calf. He looked up again.

“Really, it’s just my calf muscle. Put your hands on it, and I’ll show you.”

He let my pant leg drop and put his hands as far around my right calf as he could. I pushed up on my toes, and my calf transformed into a small boulder in his hands.

“Whoa! That’s insane!”

I lowered down off my toes. His hands stayed on my right calf, massaging the muscle. Then he moved one hand to the left calf so he could grope both legs at once.

“Hey, you got two of these weapons,” he said, grunting and massaging and smiling again.

“I’ve got a lot more than that,” I said, flexing my thighs as his “pat down” continued slightly higher

He looked up adoringly. “Do you have muscle like that everywhere?”

His great hands kept exploring. I was feeling warm in my crotch. If he kept doing what he was doing, my “concealed weapon” really was going to reveal itself.

“And then some.” I replied. It was my turn to wink. Charlie smiled.

“Oh wow” said Ali who had started to pat down my back. “Charlie and I have taken up bodybuilding ourselves. You obviously have a much more developed physique than either of us. Would you mind showing us a few poses? It would be a real treat for us, and it might also make the security screening go faster.”

Ah hah! Just as I figured. 

“Are there any cameras in here?” I asked.

“Only that one,” Ali pointed, “and we can cover it up.”

“Okay. Well, I’m always supportive of young bodybuilders who are just starting out, but it will have to be quick. I have to make my flight. This trip  is a very important. 

“Here’s the deal. I’ll show a some of my physique, but you have to show me some of your, too. I’ll take off my  coat and my shirt if you two also strip to the waist so I can see how you’re coming along.”

“Deal!” They both said it so fast that I was sure I’d been set up. It must have been their plan all along, although I think they might have been hoping for a fully nude screening with more than a pat down. 

While the boys were covering the camera and stripping, I took off my coat and undid the buttons down the front of my shirt. I pulled the shirttails from the waist of my pants, and the front of my shirt opened slightly. It was enough for them to see the deep crevice between my meaty pecs as well as the pelt of swirling dark hair that spread across my chest and spilled down the center of my abdomen. 

When I looked up, the boys were both shirtless. It turned out they were better put together than I had thought. They actually had great, balanced bodies, and I started to think they might be as serious about bodybuilding as they were about getting hot guys to take off their clothes.

“I see you two have been putting in the work. You both have great structure and genetic potential, and, wow, you’ve already put on some nice size.”

I reached out and grabbed two handfuls of deltoid, one from each man.

I opened my mouth to speak again and then shut it. They weren’t listening to me. They were staring. The breeze from an overhead vent had kicked on and started ruffling my shirt. The boys were getting fleeting previews of my body as I stood there. Substantial erections were developing and straining the fronts of their pants. 

“Okay, well, I guess it’s time for my part of the deal…”

I brought my wrists together to unbutton my cuffs, purposely flexing my pecs and my shoulders. Th mass of my muscle rose up and then settled, again ruffling my shirt tails and widening the front opening. I saw Charlie’s dick twitch, and Ali  adjusted himself. 

Ali whispered, “Fuck, Charlie, did you see that?”

“I know, man. This guy’s gonna make me blow.”

I could have easily shrugged the shirt from my shoulders, but I decided getting help from my audience might be more fun.

“Would you men mind giving me a hand with this shirt? It’s freshly ironed, and I don’t want to wrinkle it before I even get on the plane.”

They each took one side of the front and pulled my shirt open, exposing the mass of my chest. Ali muttered, “Oh my god. Fuck me...,” and Charlie just muffle a low hmmm. I shrugged as they crested my shoulders, revealing flawless tan skin covering masses of round deltoids. 

Then I carefully pulled my arms from the sleeves, and the shirt cascaded to the floor. Charlie and Ali had just dropped it. Neither one seemed to care anymore if my shirt wrinkled or not. The boys just stood slack-jawed. Their seeming lack of animation was amusing. Were it not for the visible throbbing of their hardons, they could have been mistaken for zombies. They were completely entranced. I retrieved the shirt from the floor and draped it over one of the chairs.

Then I stood to full height, and I took a deep breath. I raised my arms high and clasped my hands behind my head. Then I very slowly and deliberately flared my lats and exhaled, tightening my abs as I blew the air out until the full 10-pack of deep cobbles was on full display. I rocked my hips to the left and then to the right, displaying razor cuts on each side.

Then I brought my arms down and stuck one leg forward. I rounded my shoulders and brought my fists together in a most muscular pose. I increased the flex slowly, allowing my muscles to seemingly inflate and grow larger. Eventually every muscle in my upper body was flexed fully, and I looked like an enormous range of mountains.

Finally, it was time for my signature pose.

Again I stood tall. I pushed down with my fists, flexed my pecs really hard, together just once, and then I just stood there relaxed, allowing them to take me all in.

I just stood there. 

It was silent.

Their eyes scanned my body. 

I shifted my feet and dropped my chin, and then in a single, graceful arc, I raised my fists into a mighty double biceps pose, and I flexed. I held it a second, and then I flexed harder. The taller peak of each biceps  rose higher.

The effect was devastating. They were totally destroyed.

I could see Ali’s dick spasming repeatedly, and Charlie got his big tool out just in time to fire it off like a cannon shooting rope after rope across the room.

Then they both slumped into chairs, panting and sweating – thoroughly finished.

Somehow through all this, I had maintained my composure. I reached for my shirt and started to dress.

“I guess that means we’re done with the private security screening. Did I pass?”

Neither one had the energy to answer, but Charlie chuckled and dreamily smiled that beautiful smile.

As I walked out the door I looked over my shoulder, “Just FYI, I’ll be returning from Amsterdam with my boyfriend Sunday evening . Our flight arrives at 7:55 if you’d like to fast track us through passport control. I'm sure that you'd like him... Think about it.”

 

[boardman]

9 minutes ago, Maxum said:

The Wall, Chapter 15 “TSA”

 My ride to JFK arrived promptly at four. As promised, my complete itinerary and an invitation to the KPNG gala were handed to me by the driver. After a quick stop at the KLN desk to check baggage, I headed to straight to the security line.

From my new taller perch, I could see the checkpoint was a mess. The TSA pre-check and Clear lines were closed for some reason, and all of the other long lines were queued up, including priority/first. For a good 20 minutes, I was on slow motion display to the security team and my fellow travelers as the line slowly snaked back and forth. It was my first venture out in public since my most recent growth, and the reactions of others were interesting and mixed. Almost everyone was curious, at least to a degree. True to form, small kids and young boys were the most inquisitive, staring and pointing and asking their parents if I were a football player or a giant or even sasquatch in one case. Straight business men in their 40s and 50’s appeared least interested, mostly avoiding eye contact and only stealing a glance when they thought I wasn’t looking. Some women in their 30s-50s exhibited feigned or serious disgust, rolling their eyes and whispering quietly to each other while looking as if they had swallowed a bad oyster and were trying not to bring it up. Other women from their 20s-60s openly exhibited their lust or attraction, staring and smiling and giggling with each other. One of the more avant-garde women, apparently traveling alone, was openly “riding” her roller bag handle, repeatedly bringing herself off while she wantonly stared. That made me and everyone else uncomfortable, and she was eventually escorted away by a large uniformed woman named Gwen. 

What really baffled me though was the lack of other men in line who displayed any overt attraction to me. Having traveled a lot, I have often experienced the cruisiness that goes along with a trip. I had often been on the make at the airport myself, either looking for some quick satisfaction during the boring hours between security and take-off, or seeking a travel companion for fun or a hook-up at my final destination. In the 20 minutes snaking through the line, I didn’t receive a single wink or a nod or a welcoming smile. I started to worry. The changes I had gone through had made me more attractive, not less. Right? I had definitely become everything I had always sought in a man, but were my tastes too extreme, and was it possible Pup would be turned off by me now?

Fortunately, when I finally arrived at the station where the security guards cross-check tickets and passports, my fears were assuaged. The most exquisite brown skinned man took my passport and ticket, looked up, smiled and winked. 

“Good day sir. Can you tell me your name and destination please?”

“I’m Max Rayburn,  and I’m flying to Amsterdam. It is my final destination.”

He checked my credentials and said, “My name is  Charlie. I was asked by one of the other security guards to pull you out of the line. We spotted you a few rows back, and there’s no way you’re going to fit through the security detectors. We’d like your permission for in person screening.” The beautiful smile widened. “It would include patting you down manually. For your privacy, we have separate rooms for these personal screenings, and for your safety, two of us will be present for the inspection. Of course, your inspectors will be men. Do I have your consent?” Again a wink and a smile.

I melted. Charlie was a knockout. Wow! “Sure. Of course. I was worried about getting through those detectors anyway. Thank you for thinking ahead.”

“Well you can thank Ali here.” A gorgeous, built, young middle eastern looking man appeared. “He’s the one who identified the potential situation, and he and I will be patting you down. Ali will put your carry-on items and shoes through the detector and re-join us right over there. Is there anything in the bag that should be removed? A lap top or any liquids?”

“No. Not that I know of.”

“Okay, perfect, now let’s all step through this door…”

The room was surprisingly spacious. It was well lit, and there was plenty of room for a desk, three folding chairs, my roller bag and more than the three of us.

“Charlie, do you and Ali always work as a pair?”

“We try to, Mr. Rayburn. Ali has a great eye for spotting passengers who may need some special attention, and we both really enjoy this part of our jobs.”

So far, everything seemed very professional, but the whole thing was a little bit sketch, and there was sexual tension you could cut with a knife. The two guards were smoking hot, both really handsome and both with big arms straining the sleeves of their shirts and big baskets straining their zippers.

Charlie knelt and began patting down my legs from my knees to my ankles and looked up. “Any orthopedic braces or prosthetics?”

“No.” 

“Would you mind if I rolled up the leg of your trousers, sir. It feels like you’ve got something concealed here.”

“No. That’s fine. It’s just me. I have big calves.”

He pulled up the hem of my right pants leg, but it wouldn’t fit over the ball of my calf. He looked up again.

“Really, it’s just my calf muscle. Put your hands on it, and I’ll show you.”

He let my pant leg drop and put his hands as far around my right calf as he could. I pushed up on my toes, and my calf transformed into a small boulder in his hands.

“Whoa! That’s insane!”

I lowered down off my toes. His hands stayed on my right calf, massaging the muscle. Then he moved one hand to the left calf so he could grope both legs at once.

“Hey, you got two of these weapons,” he said, grunting and massaging and smiling again.

“I’ve got a lot more than that,” I said, flexing my thighs as his “pat down” continued slightly higher

He looked up adoringly. “Do you have muscle like that everywhere?”

His great hands kept exploring. I was feeling warm in my crotch. If he kept doing what he was doing, my “concealed weapon” really was going to reveal itself.

“And then some.” I replied. It was my turn to wink. Charlie smiled.

“Oh wow” said Ali who had started to pat down my back. “Charlie and I have taken up bodybuilding ourselves. You obviously have a much more developed physique than either of us. Would you mind showing us a few poses? It would be a real treat for us, and it might also make the security screening go faster.”

Ah hah! Just as I figured. 

“Are there any cameras in here?” I asked.

“Only that one,” Ali pointed, “and we can cover it up.”

“Okay. Well, I’m always supportive of young bodybuilders who are just starting out, but it will have to be quick. I have to make my flight. This trip  is a very important. 

“Here’s the deal. I’ll show a some of my physique, but you have to show me some of your, too. I’ll take off my  coat and my shirt if you two also strip to the waist so I can see how you’re coming along.”

“Deal!” They both said it so fast that I was sure I’d been set up. It must have been their plan all along, although I think they might have been hoping for a fully nude screening with more than a pat down. 

While the boys were covering the camera and stripping, I took off my coat and undid the buttons down the front of my shirt. I pulled the shirttails from the waist of my pants, and the front of my shirt opened slightly. It was enough for them to see the deep crevice between my meaty pecs as well as the pelt of swirling dark hair that spread across my chest and spilled down the center of my abdomen. 

When I looked up, the boys were both shirtless. It turned out they were better put together than I had thought. They actually had great, balanced bodies, and I started to think they might be as serious about bodybuilding as they were about getting hot guys to take off their clothes.

“I see you two have been putting in the work. You both have great structure and genetic potential, and, wow, you’ve already put on some nice size.”

I reached out and grabbed two handfuls of deltoid, one from each man.

I opened my mouth to speak again and then shut it. They weren’t listening to me. They were staring. The breeze from an overhead vent had kicked on and started ruffling my shirt. The boys were getting fleeting previews of my body as I stood there. Substantial erections were developing and straining the fronts of their pants. 

“Okay, well, I guess it’s time for my part of the deal…”

I brought my wrists together to unbutton my cuffs, purposely flexing my pecs and my shoulders. Th mass of my muscle rose up and then settled, again ruffling my shirt tails and widening the front opening. I saw Charlie’s dick twitch, and Ali  adjusted himself. 

Ali whispered, “Fuck, Charlie, did you see that?”

“I know, man. This guy’s gonna make me blow.”

I could have easily shrugged the shirt from my shoulders, but I decided getting help from my audience might be more fun.

“Would you men mind giving me a hand with this shirt? It’s freshly ironed, and I don’t want to wrinkle it before I even get on the plane.”

They each took one side of the front and pulled my shirt open, exposing the mass of my chest. Ali muttered, “Oh my god. Fuck me...,” and Charlie just muffle a low hmmm. I shrugged as they crested my shoulders, revealing flawless tan skin covering masses of round deltoids. 

Then I carefully pulled my arms from the sleeves, and the shirt cascaded to the floor. Charlie and Ali had just dropped it. Neither one seemed to care anymore if my shirt wrinkled or not. The boys just stood slack-jawed. Their seeming lack of animation was amusing. Were it not for the visible throbbing of their hardons, they could have been mistaken for zombies. They were completely entranced. I retrieved the shirt from the floor and draped it over one of the chairs.

Then I stood to full height, and I took a deep breath. I raised my arms high and clasped my hands behind my head. Then I very slowly and deliberately flared my lats and exhaled, tightening my abs as I blew the air out until the full 10-pack of deep cobbles was on full display. I rocked my hips to the left and then to the right, displaying razor cuts on each side.

Then I brought my arms down and stuck one leg forward. I rounded my shoulders and brought my fists together in a most muscular pose. I increased the flex slowly, allowing my muscles to seemingly inflated and grow larger. Eventually every muscle in my upper body was flexed fully, and I looked like an enormous range of mountains.

Finally, it was time for my signature pose.

Again I stood tall. I pushed down with my fists flexed my pecs really hard, together just once, and then I just stood there relaxed, allowing them to take me all in.

I just stood there. 

It was silent.

Their eyes scanned my body. 

I shifted my feet and dropped my chin, and then in a single, graceful arc, I raised my fists into a mighty double biceps pose, and I flexed. I held it a second, and then I flexed harder. The taller peak of each biceps  rose higher.

The effect was devastating. They were totally destroyed.

I could see Ali’s dick spasming repeatedly, and Charlie got his big tool out just in time to fire it off like a cannon shooting rope after rope across the room.

Then they both slumped into chairs, panting and sweating – thoroughly finished.

Somehow through all this, I had maintained my composure. I reached for my shirt and started to dress.

“I guess that means we’re done with the private security screening. Did I pass?”

Neither one had the energy to answer, but Charlie chuckled and dreamily smiled that beautiful smile.

As I walked out the door I looked over my shoulder, “Just FYI, I’ll be returning from Amsterdam with my boyfriend Sunday evening . Our flight arrives at 7:55 if you’d like to fast track us through passport control. I'm sure that you'd like him... Think about it.”

 

Damn hot story 

[arpeejay]

Just right (as I knew it would be!)

PS:

I enjoyed the creative misnaming: KPNG and KLN!

[Ro20316]

Man. Each chapter is an erotic fantasy. i cant wait to know what will happen in the plane and if he gonna get some from osmeone on the plane

[Jtchef2]

Another amazing chapter!!! Can't wait to read the next chapter

[Tjdonger]

Look forward to more! Enjoying everyone along the way and what his abilities become to grow others....