m/m Deano's Summer: A Muscle University Story

[Jtchef2]

WOW WOW WOW, such an amazing chapter! They way you write pulls us into the story. The descriptions make us feel as though we are going through them ourselves. You had to have gotten straight A's in your creative writing classes. You blow our minds away

[muscleaddict]

15 hours ago, crushme99 said:

After Chapter 14, I posted:

W O N D E R F U L

Now I must post:

* *  W O N D E R F U L L E R  * *

You TRULY understand MUSCLE, MA.  I don't think I have ever, EVER, ***EVER*** read anything more expressive, more spot-on when it comes to the erotic and emotional power of TRUE MUSCLE.  You dig so deeply into Deano's guts, and ours as well.

This is all of us, after Chapter 15:

Haha! That made me laugh, mate.  And thanks for the lovely words! 

[muscleaddict]

10 hours ago, WrestlejockCT said:

 Phenomenal! Intense! Romantic! Perfect! And yes, I expect there will be some rough times too before reaching a final conclusion to "Deano's Summer." 

I can't help but imagine Deano's sophomore year at Muscle University with a few special weekend visits from Ryan fucking North PT to heat up that cold, isolated campus. I can envision some serious tension--sexual, emotional and physical between all those characters. A very different dynamic resulting from a certain twat faced pocket rocket's  summer of validation as he learns more about himself, life, family dynamics, love and SEX.  Could Deano turn into Mr. Popular Pocket Rocket in his second year at school with some feelings of self-worth overcoming his internal doubts and insecurities? 

If this isn't a hint that more Muscle University would be welcomed by innumerable readers, I don't know what is.  However, I don't want to get ahead of myself when I'm in the midst of some amazing reading right here with "Deano's Summer." You're making 'WrestleJock's Summer of Covid and Closedowns' a helluva lot more interesting with each chapter.

Thank you so much for this wonderful feedback @Wrestlejock646. Hmmm. Ryan North PT on the MU campus. Strutting down the hallway in one of his tight fitted branded t-shirts, turning the heads of both Woody and Luke and causing their jaws to drop when he bounces up to Deano with a big excited smirk on his stupidly handsome face? That could be write to fun! 

I actually have thought about an MU sequel spanning the whole of the second year, which would be a challenge for me as most of my stories take place over a short space of time. My thought was that rather than the whole thing being told from Woody's perspective it would alternate points of views. So something like chapter 1 - Woody, chapter 2 - Luke, chapter 3 - Deano etc. Which would be another challenge for me.

The problem is I have *lots* of ideas for stories and things that I would love to write that never actually come to fruition! 

[muscleaddict]

6 hours ago, Lefty said:

Wow!   You never cease to amaze me with the quality of your writing. This scene was at the same time tender, erotic, sensitive, hot and so well paced. The complexities of Deano’s emotions through the whole experience was so real and true. Like the story of AJ and Noah, it would be interesting to see the story play out from the Ryan’s point of view - what were his insecurities? What were his younger years like? When did he know he had feelings for Deano?  Were there other experiences with other men, bodybuilders?  

Thank you so much, matie.  I hadn't thought about it before but it could be interesting to get inside Ryan's mind and explore his character a bit more. 

[muscleaddict]

6 hours ago, macookie said:

Wow chapter 15.  This chapter is amazing, I was half thinking is this really happening with kinda expecting Deano to get punk’d... or something to go off the rails.  So glad Deano has the moment with Ryan.  Hopefully, it’s not just a one time thing.

Thanks, matie. Funnily enough Deano has some similar thoughts in the next chapter. 

[Guest]

Thank you for sharing your amazing writing talents with us muscleaddict. You must put a lot of time into these, and from the comments, your works have a real impact on so many people!

I am especially impacted by this story. Seeing two bodybuilders who appreciate muscle on other bodybuilders get to share their hard work with someone who knows the work that goes into getting a competitive physique.
I am happy for Deano to be able to finally have the muscle on muscle experience. Him and Woody for that brief moment was such a tease, not just for Deano, but for me as well! And to strike gold having his first full on experience with a tanned up ripped to the bone poser wearing super heavyweight. Jackpot!

I also note that the loud mouth that he is, Deano did not utter many words during this whole experience

Keep up the good work buddy.

BIG LUKE

[Shawn1978]

10 hours ago, muscleaddict said:

Thank you so much for this wonderful feedback @Wrestlejock646. Hmmm. Ryan North PT on the MU campus. Strutting down the hallway in one of his tight fitted branded t-shirts, turning the heads of both Woody and Luke and causing their jaws to drop when he bounces up to Deano with a big excited smirk on his stupidly handsome face? That could be write to fun! 

I actually have thought about an MU sequel spanning the whole of the second year, which would be a challenge for me as most of my stories take place over a short space of time. My thought was that rather than the whole thing being told from Woody's perspective it would alternate points of views. So something like chapter 1 - Woody, chapter 2 - Luke, chapter 3 - Deano etc. Which would be another challenge for me.

The problem is I have *lots* of ideas for stories and things that I would love to write that never actually come to fruition! 

It's interesting to hear you say that, Muscleddict. I feel I write better in the first person point of view, meaning "I" as if you feel like you're the main character, falling for the object of his affection. My story, I've been writing the chapters describing both of my characters, so readers know what both characters are thinking and feeling, which is harder for me, since this is only my second actual story I've ever attempted to write. My first one captivated a lot of my readers in the past, bit since I haven't finished that story, or written a chapter of it, in years, it's most likely been forgotten by now.

Anyway, thanks for sharing your talents with us!

[MuscleJoe]

It’s a very exciting chapter.  It seems for Deano that he is and was struggling with who he is.   Finally.  Your writing him a scene where he can feel comfortable being who he REALLY IS.  So the safety of Ryan and the safety of being there with him.  Also concerning for Ryan Where we are not sure of his  experience with or without.  I guess that will come later.  
so two finding themselves here is excruciatingly hot for the readers.  

[muscleaddict]

Thanks for all the amazing comments on the last chapter! This one is the last to take place over the expo weekend.

Sixteen

It feels like Ryan and I have been lying like this on his bed for ages. Both on our sides, facing one another with our arms wrapped around each other. Both of us completely naked. Ryan’s huge bronzed mass right there. Fuck. I can still smell his competition tan. I really think it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever smelt. 

After Ryan made me cum we were just kissing for what seemed like ages. I could tell he was clearly still really turned on. He started playing with his cock and I eventually took over. I was kind of nervous. I had no idea whether what I was doing was right. Or if I was any good at it. Maybe I wasn’t. But Ryan was definitely turned on.

Then he started flexing his biceps again. Looking at them with this fucking smug expression on his face. I could tell he was getting off on his muscles (which was hot as fucking hell).

He started groaning and saying things like, “Make me cum, Deano!” The more I pounded his dick, the harder he flexed his biceps. Then he lunged forward and kissed me hard and he finally exploded. My stomach still feels sticky from when he unloaded. 

Last week I was watching him in the pub with his girlfriend. His hand placed on her back. Feeling all kinds of awful things. And now I’m in his bed wrapped around him naked with his cum on my fucking abs. And he’s looking me in the eyes. This big, giddy grin on his face. I want to fucking melt.

Ryan breathes a little sigh and shakes his head, his eyes still focused on mine. Before I have the chance to ask him what he throws his head back dramatically and lets out this big, loud, “GRRRR!” 

Then he looks at me again with this big, mischievous grin.

“What?” I ask, smirking like mad.

“You. Are. SO. Fucking. SEXY!” he replies, giving my body a hard squeeze.

I play with the inside of my mouth with my tongue and smirk, gripping on to Ryan’s bronzed arms. I look down at his huge chest, not really knowing how to respond. 

“People MUST tell you that!” he says. 

I screw up my face and shrug. He’s looking at me almost like he’s in disbelief that people don’t.

“Mmmm. Maybe, like … random dudes on Instagram!” I tell him.

Ryan’s mouth curls into a big smirk. “But you must know how hot you are?”

I pull a face and look at his chest. His thick, bronzed, perfect pecs.

“I mean … I’m not exactly Chris Hemsworth, am I?”

I can’t believe I just said that. I look up at Ryan’s face and smirk. He’s looking at me with a confused expression, but he’s smiling too.

“Where the hell did that come?”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. I’m smirking, but my stomach’s suddenly clenching a little. 

“Deano …” Ryan says to me, in a playfully serious tone, “you are SO much hotter than Chris Hemsworth!”

I roll my eyes, failing to smile at Ryan’s compliment, whatever weird feeling I just had now completely melted away.

“I mean, he is pretty hot. But he doesn’t have these shoulders …” he says, gripping my right shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze. “He doesn’t have these thick fucking ARMS …” he continues, now squeezing my upper arm. “Or these big pecs … or these sexy fucking abs!”

I can’t believe he’s talking to me like this. That Ryan North PT is saying these things to me.

“Wait - does this mean you fancy my dad?”

Ryan knocks his back and lets out a short, sharp laugh. Then he screws his face up and shakes his head. “No, Deano!” 

“Hmmm. You’ve gotta fancy my brother at least!” 

He laughs again. “I mean, Josh is a good looking lad. He's no Deano "The Pocket Rocket" Watkins though!"

I bite my lip to stop from smiling so much. 

“So … are you, like, bi?” I ask him, feeling a twist in my stomach. I don’t think I’ve ever used that term before. Don’t think I’ve ever said that word out loud. 

Ryan looks at me attentively, bites his lip and nods. “Are you?” he asks, in a gentle tone.

My chest tightens. I look at Ryan’s shoulder, pull a face and shrug. “Maybe,” I say, not looking at his face. “I guess.”

Ryan doesn’t say anything. He just gently brushes his finger over my bicep. 

“I guess I like …” I begin, looking at his chest. I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter.”

“What?” Ryan says. “D - you can tell me!”

I swallow. “I like ... bodybuilders!” I say. As soon as I say it I regret it. Because it sounds like I’m fucked up and confused. When Ryan’s clearly not. But Ryan just smiles. “Well I gathered that!” he says, smirking.

I smile back. “I mean, like - muscle turns me on!”

Ryan raises his eyebrows at me and slowly nods, this knowing smirk on his face, like I’m stating the obvious.

I smirk and roll my eyes. “I ... guess I’m still trying to figure it all out!”

And now he bites his lip and gives me this attentive look, like he understands. Something I’d usually hate. But right now, with Ryan, I don’t seem to mind it so much.

I want to ask him if what we did was okay. If I was okay. But I don’t. He slides his hand to my upper arm and squeezes it. “That was … pretty fucking hot having you flex for me earlier.”

I smirk like crazy. 

“As was flexing for YOU. Obviously!”

I bite my lip.

“Do you know what I’d fucking LOVE to do with you?” he says, with a devilish grin.

I feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. I furrow my eyebrows at him and smirk, waiting for him to tell me.

“Have, like, a PROPER pose off with you. Both of us in our trunks!”

And now I really am smirking. Like fucking crazy. And my dick is fucking swelling too. “Sounds … pretty hot!”

Ryan laughs and squeezes me. “I mean … obviously I’d kick your arse!”

I shoot him a look as if to say, “Yeah right.”

“Oh, by the way …” he says, and then he hand slips round to my arse cheek and he squeezes. “Your arse is fucking AMAZING!”

I shake my head, smirking like mad. Ryan digs his fingers into my arse cheek, pushes himself against me and says, “Fuuuuck!”

And now we’re both just grinning at each other. He leans in and kisses me. His mass pressed up against my body. Fucking hell. 

“I’ve thought about this arse,” Ryan confesses. “A LOT!” Then he kisses me again.

I have no idea what to say. Is this real? Is this actually happening? Or did I fall asleep at the Deano’s Gym booth at the expo earlier and I’m about to wake up at any moment to find Ryan walking up to me hand in hand with Katie.

“Hmmm. Your arse isn’t bad either,” I tease. “I suppose.”

Ryan beams at me. “I know!” he says, in a playful manner. He smirks and I roll my eyes. And then he kisses me again.

I’m holding on to his shoulder as we kiss. God - how is it possible to like someone this much? He rolls me on my back and gets on top of me. Fuuuuck. I’m rock hard again.

And now Ryan’s looking at me more seriously. There’s this tension. Like … fuck … we’re so into this moment. He moves his head down and kisses my pecs. Gently rubs his finger across my nipple. Moves his hand to my waist. Kisses one of my abs. And then another. And then the other four. And now he kisses my cock and I whimper. I let out a groan as he puts his lips around the head of my cock again. 

I’m playing with his hair. With his back. With his ears. All the time looking down as Ryan works my cock with his mouth. His hands run all over my torso. Over my abs. He squeezes my pecs. All the time sucking my cock. 

He doesn’t stop until I explode in his mouth.

The next morning when I wake up, I feel completely disoriented. And then it hits me. Where I am. Who I’m with. And what we did last night. 

I roll over and see Ryan lying facing away from me. His meaty traps. His wide lats. Everything bronzed. And beautiful. He’s such a fucking BEAUTIFUL man. As I lie there looking at his back as he sleeps, I suddenly feel a pull in my stomach. And I feel this overwhelming desire. To BE Ryan. To be Ryan North. To be in his skin. What would that be like? To be in the skin of the gorgeous muscle man lying next to me? I’m not sure I’d be lying next to me for a start.

He stirs and rolls over to face me. Smiling, he wraps his arms around me and kisses me. There was a part of me that wondered whether I would ever do this with a guy. Whether I’d ever find another guy I wanted to lie like this in bed with and kiss. And I never thought it would feel like this. Feel this fucking amazing. 

Ryan reaches his hand round to my arse like he did last night. “Do all the lads at your uni have arses this big?” he says, with an eyebrow raised.

I smirk, but I feel a weird pinch in my chest. I look at his torso. His bronzed rippling torso, pull a face and shrug.

“Maybe I need to come up for a visit!”

Something twists sharply in my stomach.

He’s looking at my face. “You okay?”

I nod, not looking at him. I know my face has dropped. I know my expression isn’t hiding what I'm feeling in response to what Ryan just said. That he implied he wants to check out the other lads at my uni. Other lads period. Is that just me being really fucking stupid? I feel like I am, but I can’t ignore the horrible feeling in my stomach.

He’s just looking at me. Like he’s studying my face. “Bet none of them are hotter than you, though!” he says.

And now I’m smirking and rolling my eyes. “What a fucking line!”

Ryan laughs. “Well it made you smile!”

I shake my head, pushing his comment about other lads to the back of my head.

But now I’m thinking about something else. The fact that this time last week, even just a few days ago by the sounds of things, Ryan had a girlfriend. A girlfriend he's now "taking a break" from. I don’t really know what the rules of that involve. Are you allowed to see other people? Are you allowed to have sex with your boss’ son who just so happens to be the same sex as you?

Will what happened last night change anything between me and Ryan? I’m pretty sure it will. But I don’t really know what happens now. I really have no fucking idea.

A little later on and we’re getting ready to leave. Ryan’s going to drive me home.

I grab my trainers and sit on Ryan’s sofa to put them on. He says something and drifts out of the room. And now I’m just sat here. Alone in Ryan’s living room. Looking around at all of his things. And I feel this weird and sudden moment of sadness. Like I don’t belong here. Like I’ve intruded on someone else’s life. Where the fuck is this coming from? 

He comes back into the room clutching his car keys and whistling. Is he ever not happy? On paper, I should probably hate Ryan North PT. Carefree, easy-going, doesn’t seem that phased by anything. 

He’s wearing a tight white t-shirt. His bronzed skin contrasting with the material. He looks ridiculous. And insanely fucking hot. A huge, shredded, stupidly good looking mountain of competition tanned muscle lighting up the fucking room. Like he does with every room he finds himself in.

He walks over to me and lightly tickles my back before reaching for his wallet on the shelf. He keeps doing that. Touching me. Tickling me. Any chance he can. Like he can’t keep his hands off me. And now my dick is swelling at that thought.

When we’re at the door, Ryan gives me this look, makes an, “Mmmm,” sound, wraps his arms around my waist, under my arms and around my back, pushes up against me and kisses me. Fucking hell. I just melt into him. I’m like fucking putty in his ridiculously bronzed veiny hands. I grip onto his forearms. I would literally let this man do fucking anything to me right now. 

“You NEED to wear this fucking t-shirt more often!” he cheekily says.

I smirk and roll my eyes, still gripping on to him.

“Have you just got a permanent hard on?” he asks, wriggling his crotch against mine. I close my eyes and let out a little whimper. He kneels down on the floor and grabs my dick tenting my trackies and squeezes. I let out a little laugh and grip on to his shoulder blades. He grabs the waistband, pulls my trackies down and takes the head of my throbbing cock in his mouth.

I close my eyes and lean my head back against the wall, grabbing on to Ryan’s ears. God, I love how his lips feel around my cock. 

He sucks for a little while then pulls back. “GRRRR!” he exclaims. I look down and smile at him. I’m melting again. “You horny little fucker!” he says to me. No one’s ever called me that before. I kinda love it. 

He can’t keep his hands off me in the car either. Just like last night. And it’s only when he’s pulling in outside my house that I feel this weird mix of happiness and sadness. Because now that we’re here, it feels like reality has suddenly hit. And once again I’m wondering - what the fuck happens next? I’m not sure if this is the beginning of something. Or the end. Maybe it’s both.

“What are you doing today?” he asks me, in a gentle tone.

“Erm … nothing really. Just chilling out!”

He nods.

“You?”

“I’m spending the day eating as MUCH fucking junk food as possible!” 

I smile at him. He looks out the window to my house. None of us are saying anything. It suddenly feels like there’s this atmosphere. And now he has this weirdly serious expression on his face. I can’t know for sure, but I kind of get the feeling that he’s thinking about Katie.

God - why is nothing ever simple? I finally meet a guy who likes me back. And there’s a gorgeous fucking girlfriend he’s taking a break from. Fucking hell. I almost feel like I might start laughing. Because this is just so bloody typical of something that would happen to me. 

And now I’m suddenly wondering - does Katie know that Ryan’s bisexual? Has he done anything like this with another guy since he’s been with her? Am I just one of a dozen recent lads Ryan’s shagged? My stomach clenches, just as Ryan tangles his fingers with mine. I look over and he’s smiling at me and my chest fills up. Whether there have been other lads or not - I know Ryan likes me. I can tell he does. There’s something between us. And it feels like it's something big.

I look back and smile. And now we’re just sitting here holding hands. Like we were last night. And I feel like I want to melt into the car seat.

Suddenly all those things I was wondering about don’t seem to matter anymore. Suddenly it’s just me and Ryan. And the way he makes me feel. And whatever’s going on right now between the two of us. 

“I won’t kiss you,” he says, with a little smirk. He looks out of the car window to my house. “Just in case your dad’s looking out the window!”

I smirk and shake my head in spite of myself.

“I want to, though,” he says, giving my hand a squeeze. And now we’re just looking at each other again.

My chest fills up. Is this actually happening? I feel like I need scraping off the car ceiling. Ryan North. The most beautiful man I’ve ever met. Holding my hand. I don’t know why, but our hands just seem to fit together. 

My dad’s not home when I go in the house. I go straight to my room, fall on my bed and curl up, still wearing the Deano’s Gym t-shirt and trackies from yesterday. I can’t stop fucking smiling. I can smell Ryan on my clothes. His scent. His competition tan. Even the smell of his flat. It’s all over me. I put a hand down my trackies and squeeze my hard cock. And I keep it there. My fingers where Ryan’s mouth was earlier. I close my eyes and wrap an arm around my back. Imagining it’s Ryan’s. Imagining I’m still with him. Imagining he’s here in my bed next to me.

This definitely feels like the beginning of something.

[Shawn1978]

Such a charming and very sexy chapter. Sounds like the beginning of a beautiful friendship and eventually a relationship for Deano and Ryan.

So definitely bring on more "Ryno."