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

[neuheimeer]

34 minutes ago, stewbake said:

You mean this gets better? Sign me up for any tours, I'll be on the next flight home!

Get out of my head @stewbake, if both guys are on fire, we'll can join!

 

1 hour ago, muscleaddict said:

Haha - well I'm not sure I can promise you crispy socks but I can take you to the pub Ryan and Deano go to which @stewbake no doubt knows of. Will try and get the next one up at the weekend! 

Don't you dare @muscleaddict!

[neuheimeer]

2 hours ago, muscleaddict said:

Eighteen

I must have changed my t-shirt about five bloody times. I know I’m being ridiculous. I see Ryan practically every day I’m at the gym. But we’ve never arranged to meet up like this before. I’ve never sat around in my room waiting for him to pick me up.

I have no idea what the plan is. Whether we’re going straight to his or doing something else. I don’t even know for sure that’s anything’s going to happen between me and Ryan today. All I know is that I can’t fucking wait to see him. To just be with him. 

I thought about wearing the Deano’s Gym t-shirt for a third time. I know he joked about me wearing it but it feels a bit too eager to actually do so. Maybe even a bit desperate. I (finally) decide on a tight white t-shirt and skinny jeans combo. With the light blue round earrings in my ears. I mostly chose the jeans because they basically make my arse look fucking huge. 

Ryan texts me to tell me he’s outside and my insides clench sharply. I’m not sure whether I’m more nervous or excited. He's smiling giddily at me as I climb into his car. Fucking hell. I get the impression that he’s noticed I’m nervous. 

He looks so fucking fit today. Still bronzed from the weekend and wearing a tight fitted bright yellow t-shirt and skinny jeans his massive thighs look ridiculous in. His huge, swollen arms bulging around and under the yellow fabric of his t-shirt sleeves. He must have changed out of his normal work attire after his shift. He must have changed for me. Just sitting next to him, I’m fucking swelling in my jeans already. 

“You okay?” he asks, with this cheeky little smirk.

I nod and bite my lip and he just gives me this smile, like he thinks I’m being cute or something. He reaches across and gently tickles my leg. Fuuuck. I’m back here again. In the passenger seat of Ryan’s car. Feeling like I want to melt.

He asks me if I’ve eaten, which I haven’t, then asks me what I fancy. I suggest pizza and then think, wait - is this a date? Am I going on a date with a guy?

Not long after and we’re walking through the South Laines trying to find somewhere to eat. So many people are looking at us. I’m walking next to Ryan when he suddenly leans over my shoulder and looks down in the direction of my arse. His eyes comically widen as he checks it out. I shake my head, rolling my tongue around the inside of my cheek to stop from smiling so much. 

Ryan blows his cheeks out and shakes his head. Then he puts his hand to his mouth and bites down on his knuckle in this really stupid, funny way and lets out a pained groan. 

I can’t help laughing. “You’re such a fucking nerd!” I tell him.

He giddily grins. Then he looks down at my arse again and shouts, “OH MAMA!” at a ridiculously loud volume. 

I let out a shocked laugh and look at him wide-eyed as people around us turn and look. 

He leans into me. “Now THAT’S an ass!” he says in a low voice. I bite my lip and shake my head at him again as he leads me into an Italian restaurant. 

A little later on and we’re sitting at a table by a window waiting for our food. The waitress’s face was fucking priceless when she first saw us. She had this little smirk on her face when she looked at Ryan for the first time. 

He plays with his phone, then leans forward and looks at my lap with a quizzical look. “Any text messages today?”

I look at him confused. He raises an eyebrow and cheekily smirks as I get my phone out. He’s sent me a text. Two words. “DAT ASS!!”

I laugh and shake my head and he grins back at me. Fucking hell. It feels like a moment. I don’t think anyone’s made me feel like this before.  So, I dunno … sexy, I guess. I’d love to reach across and touch him. Rub my fingers over his forearms. Even just gently tickle the back of his hand. How does he smell even better than usual today? 

“I think the waitress fancies you!”

Ryan pulls an indifferent face and shrugs. “Obvs!” he says. I don’t know why, but my stomach twists a little. Even though I know he’s only joking. Maybe it’s because it feels like the kind of thing someone else I know would say.

And now he’s looking me in the eyes and shaking his head. “You really have NO idea do you?”

“What?” I say, suddenly feeling awkward.

Then his mouth curls into an ominous little grin. The waitress interrupts us. I think I know what he was going to say.

“So, erm … I was talking to your dad earlier,” Ryan starts, mysteriously. 

“Oh, God!” I groan, feeling instant dread. 

Ryan grins at me. “It was nothing bad. Just … well, he’s invited me to your brother’s barbecue thing on Sunday?” he says, looking unsure.

“Really?!” I say with my face screwed up. 

Ryan smirks and nods. “Would it be a bit weird if I came?”

I look out the window. “Erm …” I shrug. I think it would be weird. But I also kind of want him there too. “Maybe?!”

I look back at Ryan. “I’m just surprised he asked you.”

He straightens up his back and clears his throat. “Well … he said I could keep you company?”

“Erm … okay!” I say, feeling a little confused that my dad would be that considerate. 

“And he also said that if I’m there you might … behave yourself?” he says, wincing.

“For fuck’s sake!” I say, shaking my head. “He treats me like a kid!” 

Ryan bites his lip, but he’s smiling like he finds the whole thing kind of amusing and cute. “Do you normally not behave yourself at these kinds of things?” Then he leans into me and puts on a stupid voice. “Do I have to stop you from being a naughty boy, Deano?”

I smirk and roll my eyes. Then I take a deep sigh. “He thinks I’m gonna get drunk and … have a go at my mum or something!” 

I roll my tongue around my cheek and look at the table. I don’t ever talk about my mum with anyone other than Tony and Nick. I never mention her to my mates at Muscle University.

“Do you not get on with your mum?” Ryan asks. I can tell he’s genuinely interested.

“Mmmm. It’s not really that,” I say, shrugging and pulling a face. And feeling a little awkward at discussing this. I’m finding it hard to look at Ryan. “She’s just … not around much.” 

I look up and he’s giving me this sincere look. My stomach flips. I feel vulnerable. Exposed. This is why I don’t talk about my mum to people.

He asks me what happened. I tell him the basic facts. The short story. That she walked out on us when Josh and I were kids. And that she now lives with a guy called Gary and his daughter. I don’t tell her that she let me down that one Christmas Eve when I was younger. And that she let me down again last Christmas. That I’ve been avoiding her and been punishing her since then, even though I know I’ve taken it too far. I don’t tell Ryan that I still haven’t forgiven her for leaving. That I’m not sure if I ever really will.

Ryan pays for the meal. Another new experience. “So … are you doing anything tonight?” 

Fuck. My chest expands. He’s wearing a little smirk. I can tell he’s a little nervous though. 

“I mean ... do you have to be home at a certain time?”

I smirk and he giddily grins back at me and bites his lip. 

“Mmmm. Nope!” I say, trying to straighten my face and play it cool. 

His smile grows wider and he nods. “Well … I’m pretty much free for the rest of the day!” 

I nod, barely able to keep from smiling. I think I now know where today is heading. I look out the window, rolling my tongue around the inside of my cheek, then back to him and we laugh at each other. Like two fucking giddy school boys.

“So … we should hang out. Do some stuff!”

I smirk and raise an eyebrow at him. I genuinely think he actually means doing something other than just sex stuff. My chest suddenly feels like it’s filling up. 

I look out of the window to see a group of rowdy lads walking past. They’re so noisy that I can hear them from inside the restaurant. I immediately think of Josh and his mates. One of them spots us and excitedly gets the attention of the others.

One flexes his biceps and then another one does a stupid, playful most muscular pose. Me and Ryan look at each other laughing. Ryan salutes them and another one starts flexing his biceps then they stumble off laughing. Fucking lads.

“Soooo  … why don’t we do the most obvious, cliched thing you can do in Brighton?” Ryan says to me as we walk down a narrow winding road leading out of the South Laines. 

“What - go to a gay bar?”

Ryan laughs. “Nope!”

I look at him confused but smirking. “Where then?”

“The pier!”

I screw my face up.

“Oh come on - when was the last time you actually went to the pier?”

“Like … years ago!”

“Exactly!” he says, smiling. 

I roll my eyes, but I actually don’t think it’s a bad idea. To be honest, I don’t really care where we go or what we do. 

“Have you ever been to a gay bar?” Ryan asks me as the seafront comes into sight.

I shake my head. “Been to a gay club though,” I confess, feeling slightly sheepish. A gay club which, incidentally, will be coming into view pretty soon.

“Did you enjoy it?”

I screw my face up and feel slightly uncomfortable. He smirks at me in an understanding way. “That’s a no!”

“It was alright, I suppose. I just … didn’t really feel like I belonged there? Plus … people get staring!”

Ryan lets out a short, sharp laugh. “I wonder fucking why!” he says looking me up and down.

I roll my eyes and smirk. “It wasn’t like that. It was like … they were judging me! Like they were all thinking … what is HE doing in here?”

Ryan nods with an eyebrow raised. “OR …” he says, leaning in and giving me a wide-eyed look, “they were checking out the insanely hot bodybuilder with the massive arse!”

I shake my head, looking straight on. But I’m smiling like crazy at the way Ryan just described me. Even though I don’t really believe it. I mean, okay I have a massive arse. But insanely hot? That’s the kind of thing people would think about Ryan. And Woody. I can’t imagine anyone describing me that way.

And now we can see the pier. And the gay club I went to the other week after my night out with Tone when I was drunk. Where I kissed that guy in the grey t-shirt. Maybe there’s some truth in what Ryan just said. Maybe some of those guys actually were staring at me because they thought I was hot. 

“What about you?” I ask him as we cross the street and head for the pier. It’s such a sunny day. Like, gloriously so. That’s probably why there are so many people around. “Ever been to a gay club?”

“Yeah! I’ve had some AMAZING nights out in gay clubs!” he tells me excitedly. “Well, in London that is. I’ve never gone local. People are SO friendly!”

I look over at him and pull a face.

“What?” he says, laughing.

I shake my head and give him a knowing smirk. He knows exactly fucking what.

As we’re walking along the pier, I spot a group of excited girls walking towards us dressed as nuns. They’re probably on a hen do party. They seem to get extra excited when they spot us and as they get closer one of the girls runs up to Ryan, grabs his arm, exclaims, “He’s GORGEOUS!” and kisses his cheek. 

They wander off, laughing and chatting loudly and I’m just looking at a smirking Ryan and shaking my head.

“Is that what the guys in the gay clubs in London are like?”

When we get inside the Pier and walk into the arcade, Ryan excitedly gasps at the sight of something. “D - we have to do this!” he says, leading me to some kind of machine.

“What is it?” I ask.

“It’s a dance machine!” 

I screw my face up. “I can’t dance!”

“It’s easy. Come on!” 

He gives my arm a gentle nudge and steps on the machine and I can’t help feeling a warm buzz in my chest at the body contact. I groan and reluctantly step on it next to him.

“What am I supposed to do?!” I cry.

“Just dance. Look - it shows you the steps!” he explains, pointing to the screen.

I glance around to see if anyone around is watching us. "I'll look like a twat!" I protest.

“Oh, what - so you’ll get on stage in a pair of shiny posers in front of a bunch of strangers but you won’t use a dance machine in front of …” he looks around, “like three people? Who aren’t even looking?”

“Erm. I’ve NEVER worn shiny posers!’

“Sorry. Forgot you have awful taste in trunks! Right - come on. It’s starting!”

“Are you sure we won’t break it?”

Ryan laughs and a cheesy dance song starts playing. I move my feet, copying the actions on the screen in front of me. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. Ryan’s dancing. I’m dancing. I feel like a twat. But … fuck it. I’m kind of loving it too. It feels like another moment. Between me and Ryan. One that I probably won’t forget in a hurry.

He makes me go on the Dodgems after that. And the fucking waltzers. I haven’t done this kind of stuff for years.

I’m half expecting him to ask me to go on that fucking Turbo rollercoaster when he asks me a question. “Shall we go and grab a drink somewhere?” 

I tip my head back dramatically and let out a big groan of relief. “YES!” Ryan laughs.

As we’re walking back through the pier, I think how I’d love for him to grab my hand and hold it. The two of us walking along holding hands. A six-foot bodybuilder and his pocket rocket tank of a bodybuilding boyfriend. (Even though he’s obviously NOT my boyfriend.)

We’re out of the pier and crossing the street. “You know what that big flag means don’t you?” Ryan asks, pointing at a rainbow flag hanging from a building we're approaching.

I look at him confused but smirking. “You wanna go to a gay bar?”

He grins at me and shrugs. “Could do!”

“What if someone we know sees us?” I say, looking over my shoulder.

Like the fucking girlfriend you’re currently “on a break” from. 

“Hmmm. Fair point!” he says, giving me a mischievous smirk. “I think there’s one around the corner that's a bit more hidden.”

We walk past the bars on the seafront and walk down a quiet side street. There’s an old fashioned looking pub which is painted green on the outside which Ryan drags me into.

“Ready to get gawped at?” he asks me with a mischievous smirk as we walk inside the darkly lit pub.

And sure enough, as soon as we’re inside, two guys' heads immediately turn. It would probably be more if there was anyone else actually in here. 

Ryan orders us two beers and we sit at a table in the corner. I pick up a leaflet on the table advertising that Pride thing they do every year. Apparently Kylie's playing this year. I suddenly wonder what my dad's reaction would be if I casually informed him I was going?

“So … how’s your first gay pub?” he asks me.

I look around and pull a face and Ryan laughs. To be honest, it’s a pretty nice pub. Even if it is dead. Nothing about it particularly screams gay. I feel like I could be anywhere right now though and it wouldn’t really matter. I’d still be feeling the same happy, buzz I have all afternoon. And all because of the gorgeous, six-foot, ridiculously hot bodybuilder I’m sitting opposite. Bulging out of his pale yellow t-shirt. His huge forearms resting on the table, still bronzed from his competition at the weekend. God, I love those forearms.

I look out to the pub. The barman’s whispering to another guy behind the bar and they’re looking over at us. I can’t help feeling a little kick of adrenaline. I guess it’s the attention thing. Nothing to see here, lads. Just two huge, freaky bodybuilders from the local hellhole hardcore gym sitting in the corner of a gay pub. Practically bursting out of our tight fitted clothing. 

“Can I ... ask you a question?” I say to Ryan, playing with the Pride leaflet on the table.

“Course!” Ryan replies with a smirk.

My insides suddenly tighten. “When did you …” I look down at the flyer again, “know you liked … both?”

Ryan smirks at me, looking kind of excited. There’s a pause and he clears his throat. Almost like he’s building up to his answer. This big reveal. “Were you ever into wrestling?”

“Erm … a bit!” I reply, suddenly grinning.

Ryan looks a bit sheepish, then lets out a little laugh. “I went through a phase of being obsessed with it!”

I smirk and nod. 

“But there was … ONE wrestler, I liked more than the others,” he says, with a mischievous smirk. “Remember Jake Dynamite?”

“Erm. Oh yeah!” I say, suddenly remembering how abnormally buff he was. “Wasn’t he a bodybuilder before he did wrestling?”

Ryan nods at me wide-eyed with this big smirk on my face. “I LOVED Jake Dynamite. He was hands down my favourite wrestler. Thing is … every time he came on screen, I kinda found myself getting a hard on!”

I smile and bite my lip.

“So … it wasn’t some cartoon muscle man from one of those Chinese DVD’s you’ve got?” I tease.

Ryan laughs. “Actually there were a few. They're called Anime by the way. And most of them are Japanese!”

I screw my face up. “You are SUCH a fucking nerd!” I tease, picking up my pint glass and taking a swig.

He’s just beaming at me. I put down my glass and look at the Pride leaflet on the table in front of me again and wondering how Kylie never ages. Another question comes to me. A question I suddenly really want to know the fucking answer to me. Without looking at Ryan’s face, without even thinking, I ask it.

“Does Katie know?”

Fuck. My chest tightens. I cautiously look up at him. Suddenly things feel a little awkward. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked that question? 

Ryan pulls an eeek face and shakes his head. “Noooo!” he says, in a low voice.

He does a little smirk, but then his expression turns serious and he looks down at the table in front of him. It suddenly feels like the atmosphere has shifted. 

“I mean ... there are definitely girls out there who would be okay with it,” he says.

I nod, waiting for him to go on.

“But .. Katie's not that type of girl!” he says. He takes a swig of his beer. I’m tempted to ask him if he’s heard from her. If they've spoken in the past few days. But on second thoughts, I don’t think I want to know. 

“So …” Ryan says with an ominous smirk, “what about you, Deano?” he asks. “When do you know you liked ... “ he pulls a face, “BOTH!” 

My chest suddenly tightens. But I feel kind of excited at the prospect of responding. I’ve never really spoken about this stuff with anyone before. Not really. 

I take a deep breath. “Ummm … well, you know those magazines in the Juice Bar?”

Ryan laughs. “Yeeaah?”

I roll my tongue around the inside of my mouth, feeling a little sheepish. “There was this one I always used to see lying around when I was younger. With, erm ... Brad McCarthy on the front?"

Ryan beams at me. “Ahhh - so you had a thing for Brad McCarthy?”

I sheepishly nod and he smirks back at me.

“What was it?”

“Ummm … dunno!” I say, with a shrug. “Everything, I guess. Especially the pecs!”

Ryan smirks and nods. “So, erm … how do my pecs compare?” he says, looking down and bouncing his pecs under his t-shirt. 

I smirk and roll my eyes and he smiles back at me. And now we’re both just beaming at each other. God, I wanna touch him. 

“Want one another drink?” he asks, signalling to my pint glass. I say yes.

“Then we can go to mine. I have something REALLY exciting lined up!” he says to me, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

I look at him suspiciously. “Not that bloody kids cartoon?”

Ryan laughs. “How did you guess?” 

I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling like fucking mad at the thought of cuddling up to Ryan on his sofa while watching TV as I watch him walks over to the bar. His huge, round arse looking incredible stuffed into the denim of his skinny jeans. Am I fucking dreaming this? How is a guy like Ryan actually interested in ME? 

He comes back shortly after with another pint for me. I ask him if he’s met many bodybuilders “like us”. He smirks and says a few. And a few more he suspects were. But no one I’d probably know of. No one that well known.

“What about you?” he asks.

Fuck. I guess I should have seen that question coming. I don’t know what to say. I pull a face and shrug and he looks at me like he knows I’m covering something up. I take a swig of my pint.

“Any lads at uni like us?”

Fucking hell. My stomach clenches. The funny thing is, I kind of want to tell Ryan about Woody and Luke. I clear my throat.

“One or two …” I say, nodding slowly. My chest tightening. 

“I’m sensing there’s a story here,” Ryan says as a big, excited smirk spreads across his face.

I playfully roll my eyes and smirk. Then I look into my pint glass, suddenly feeling weird, nervous and tense.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, D!”

I bite my lip and look past Ryan to the bar. “Remember the guy I got suspended over? The one I told you I didn’t get on with?”

Ryan nods. “Yeah?”

“He was. He IS!”

“Wait - did you two have a thing?” Ryan asks, excited.

I screw my face up. “Ummm. More like … a moment!”

Ryan raises his eyebrows, smirks and nods. 

“Nothing more?”

Fuck. I pull a face and shake my head, suddenly not wanting to talk about it anymore.

“How come?”

Because I’m not Luke Henderson.

“Well, most of the time we can’t stand each other!” I reply. Ryan smiles at me. 

“Can I just ask one more question?” Ryan says. He’s got this suspicious smirk on his face. 

I smirk back and nod.

“Is this guy hotter than me?”

I laugh and bite my lip. Ryan’s just grinning at me. One of his absurdly sexy grins. 

“Well …” I pull a face and playfully cock my head. Ryan’s mouth drops open. And now he’s just beaming at me. 

“You definitely have a bigger arse than he does!"

Ryan bites his lip, smiling like crazy. “Can you, erm ... hurry up and drink that fucking drink please?” he orders, eyeballing my pint glass.

I furrow my eyebrows. “Why?” (I know why.)

“Cause I really wanna take you back to mine to watch Dom and Cole with you!”

I roll my eyes and he beams at me. 

“Why the fuck do you think?” he says, giving me this look. Fuck. 

I look around the pub. No one’s watching us any more. I’m feeling brave. I reach out and gently tickle the back of his hand with my fingers. I just really wanna fucking touch him right now. Ryan bites his lip and gives me a gorgeous little smirk. Then he glances around the pub, looking a little wary.

“Sorry,” I say, retreating back. 

He furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head. “Don’t be daft!” 

Then I feel his hand go on my thigh underneath the table. Instant fucking hard on. I reach down and touch his hand. And now we’re holding hands under the table. I really can’t believe this is happening. I’m looking at Ryan. Stupidly good looking Ryan. Who I like so fucking much. 

And fuck - the way he’s looking at me as his hand grips mine. I don’t know why, but I feel like I might suddenly cry. Because no one’s ever looked at me like this before. And then I think - oh, so this is what it’s like. This is what Luke feels when Woody looks at him the way he often does. The way I saw him looking at him in the Watson House gym on the last day of term. 

Now I finally know. 

If Andreas (Main character of 'A New Voyage') would know them....

[macookie]

Thanks for posting chap 18... it was exactly what I needed to read during break time at work.   And it didn’t disappoint.  So glad things seem to be working out okay.  But I’m still worried for Deano.

[MrLashout]

Just read the chapter for the second time. Utterly mesmerising.

[MuscleJoe]

Omg. Wasn’t expecting that

... now i finally know

 

MELTING

[Lefty]

Through your skillful writing you have made Deano out to be a good guy and sympathetic character- not the bully twat we met at MU. It really is a powerful theme about the need to walk in someone’s shoes before you judge them.  Now I can’t wait to read what happens back at Ryan’s place!  

[brawnygods]

9 hours ago, Lefty said:

Through your skillful writing you have made Deano out to be a good guy and sympathetic character- not the bully twat we met at MU. It really is a powerful theme about the need to walk in someone’s shoes before you judge them.  Now I can’t wait to read what happens back at Ryan’s place!  

I think to really understand a guy like Deano, one would need to wear his velvet posers for a bit. 

[Maxum]

1 hour ago, brawnygods said:

I think to really understand a guy like Deano, one would need to wear his velvet posers for a bit. 

Hmmmm. A philosopher. 

[muscleaddict]

Thanks for all the fantastic comments on that last chapter! Next one coming up... 

On a side note can I please request again that people don't quote and effectively re-post whole chapters. Thanks, guys. 

[muscleaddict]

Nineteen

I can’t stop thinking about Ryan. All last night after he drove me home I was thinking about him. Going over what we did that day. Going for food. The pier. And going to that gay pub where I told him about Woody and he held my hand under the table.

And I kept thinking about what we did when we got back to his flat. After we’d made each other cum we spent the rest of the night sitting on his sofa, both in just our boxer shorts and he made me watch that bonkers Dom and Cole cartoon he likes so much. It was probably my favourite part of the day. Just having Ryan's huge arms wrapped around me. My back resting against his naked torso. Gripping onto his forearms tightly. Ryan occasionally burying his face into the back of my neck. I felt like I never wanted to leave.

I don’t really know what’s happening between us. I guess we’re kind of seeing each other? Wow. I’m seeing someone. I’m seeing a guy. Who’s also a competitive bodybuilder. Holy. Fuck.

“So, are you actually gonna talk to mum like a normal person on Sunday?” Josh asks me from across the kitchen table.

I roll my eyes and dip into my porridge bowl.

“Oi, you!” my dad says, hitting Josh round the head before sitting down next to him. “Stop shit-stirring!”

God - did dad just stick up for me? Again?

“Anyway - he will behave himself. I’ve invited his boyfriend to make sure of it!”

Fucking HELL. Did my dad actually just say those words? My chest is tightening. I hope I’m not going red.

Josh looks confused. “Tony?”

“Not THAT dickhead!” my dad barks. “Ponce face Ryan from the gym!”

“Oh!” Josh says. Then he pulls a face. “Why’s he coming? Are you paying him?”

Ugh. I feel a sharp pinch in my chest. I know that was just a stupid comment, but something about it has pissed me off. Maybe it’s the assumption that a guy like Ryan wouldn’t wanna spend time with someone like me. If only Josh knew I was sitting opposite him in a gay pub yesterday holding his hand. And that I spent most of last night on his sofa with his arms wrapped tightly around me.

“It’s to stop me from getting drunk and starting an argument with mum!” I tell Josh.

“Exactly!” my dad says. “He’s gonna make a show of himself in front of his new boyfriend is he?”

For. FUCK’S. Sake. Josh lets out that high pitched twattish laugh he sometimes does. I want the floor to swallow me whole. I try and keep my cool so I don’t react and just keep looking into my porridge bowl.

“Is that why you seem less … angry lately?” Josh teases.

I look up at him with a confused expression. “Huh?!”

“Mmmm,” dad says, nodding in agreement. “It’s like … you don’t hate our guts quite as much as you normally do!”

I roll my eyes and go back to my porridge. But I'm smirking too.

As soon I’m walking into the gym about half an hour later my heart starts to feel like it’s blowing up in my chest. Because talking to Big Steve at the reception desk is Ryan. Is it possible for someone to become even more stupidly good looking overnight? He’s wearing his bright red personal training branded t-shirt. I can’t believe a bodybuilder this huge and gorgeous was holding my hand underneath a table less than twenty-four hours ago. Was making me cum at his flat. And had his arms wrapped around me while he nuzzled his face into the back of my neck. He spots me and the corner of his mouth curls into a pleased little grin. 

“Alright ya pair of lazy bastards!” dad says as we approach the two of them.

And now I suddenly feel a little awkward. Because I’m standing with Ryan. But my dad’s here too. God - if only he knew what we were doing last night.

“Alright, D!” Ryan says to me casually. I just awkwardly smile and nod. I don’t really know what to say. 

I’d love to just casually stroll up to him and place a hand on his waist. Ryan casually kissing me in response, before wrapping my fingers around mine. The two of us just stood there holding hands as we talk to my dad and Big Steve. Like it’s no deal. Like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Dad being perfectly fine and accepting of the fact that me and Ryan are now a thing.

“Ryan - you’re still coming on Sunday, yeah?” my dad asks him. He says yes. 

“Good - Deano will throw a strop and probably start crying if you don’t come.”

For FUCK’S sake. I pull a face and shake my head. Ryan bites his lip and gives me a knowing smirk.

Dad starts asking Ryan about his client today, then stops mid-sentence and turns to me. And now he’s just glaring at me. “What the fuck are YOU doing?!”

I look at my dad, feeling totally confused.

“Get to fucking work!” he barks. Ryan tips his head back and laughs and my stomach sharply twists.

I roll my eyes, feeling embarrassed and head towards the gym.

“ERM … the Juice Bar’s that way!” my dad shouts.

I stop and look back. He’s really starting to piss me off. “Can’t I work on the gym floor?”

My dad shakes his head and groans. “Ryan - THIS is what happens when you don’t use condoms!” Then he turns to me. “Juice Bar now! FUCK OFF!” 

ARGH! My dad is so bloody embarrassing. I storm off, feeling flustered and pissed off at dad for embarrassing me in front of Ryan. I'm also thinking about the way Ryan just laughed at his joke. It wasn’t even really a cruel laugh. But it's still kind of annoyed me.

The Juice Bar’s pretty dead. I keep looking at my phone and fantasising about Ryan sending me a text. I’m not exactly sure what he'd write. Maybe he’d make a joke about my dad embarrassing me earlier. Maybe he’d just text to check I’m okay. He doesn’t though. I didn’t really expect him to. 

And yet, when my phone pings, I can’t help hoping that’s it’s him. But it’s just a group text from Tony asking me and Nick if we want to go drinking tomorrow night. 

It’s weird. I feel so disconnected from my two oldest friends right now. I guess it’s because they don’t know what’s going on with me. Or anything that went on up at Montgomery.

I’m looking at the text when something pulls me away from it. My heart leaps into my throat. Because walking into the bar, with a cheeky smirk on his face, is Ryan. Fucking hell. I bite my lip to stop from smirking so much as he bounces up to the counter where I’m sitting.

“Hey!” he says. 

“Alright,” I say with a nod, feeling oddly sheepish. He grins and does this cute, giddy laugh, then leans up against the counter. God, I wanna kiss him.

“So … would you really start crying if I didn’t come to your brothers’ barbecue?” he asks, with a mischievous smirk.

I smirk and shake my head. “Fuck off!”

Ryan beams back at me.

“My dad’s SO bloody embarrassing sometimes!”

“I dunno. I kinda love the way you talk to each other.”

I screw my face up, but I’m smirking too. 

“Question - what are you up to tomorrow night?” he asks, with an eyebrow raised.

Oh my God. My chest flutters. I think about Tony’s text inviting me out. Whatever the fuck you wanna do, Ryan North.

“Erm … nothing. I don’t think!”

Tony who?

Ryan nods and smirks. Then he looks over his shoulder and out to the Juice Bar. Maybe to make sure no one’s listening in.

“Wanna come round?” he asks, his mouth curling into an even bigger grin. “After work?”

I bite my lip and nod. “Could do!” I tease. I feel like I might spontaneously combust in my chair. 

“Oh and, erm … maybe we can get in a workout first?”

I smirk and look at him confused. “Okay?”

“Well …” he looks around the bar again, “it’ll make our pose off a bit more fun if we’re both pumped up!”

Fucking HELL. I smirk and raise one eyebrow at him. “We’re having a pose off?”

“Mmm-hmm!” he says, beaming at me. “Oh and don’t bother packing any trunks. I want you in some of my shiny ones!” 

I screw my face up. “Sorry. I don’t do shiny posers!” 

Ryan laughs. “What have you got against shiny posers?”

“They just look … tacky!”

“Tacky slash really fucking sexy?” Ryan says, with a big grin.

Only if you’re wearing them, I think. 

“Nope! They’re just tacky.”

He grins and rolls his eyes. “Try a pair? For me?” he says, pouting and giving me puppy dog eyes.

I roll my tongue around my cheek. “I'll think about it!” I say, pulling a face. 

He giddily grins back at me. But I don’t have to think about it. I'll wear whatever posing trunks Ryan wants me to. I think I’d pretty much do anything he asked me to.

I spend the rest of the day and most of the next in a kind of excited, giddy state as I prepare to spend Friday night with Ryan. He texts me a bunch of times. Telling me he can’t wait to pose with me. He warns me he’s a cocky poser. And a noisy one too. (All of this I know already). He teases me about wearing a pair of his shiny posers. How good I’ll look wearing them. He asks me how I feel about wearing pink trunks. Which makes me think of Sebastian Wood. It’s the first time I’ve thought about him in days. 

I text Ryan back, telling him absolutely fucking no way to the pink trunks and he replies back to me with three tongue out winking emojis.

And now I’m on the gym floor after my shift doing a workout. Ryan’s not long finished with a client and I’m waiting for him to join me. When he comes strutting back into the gym, I feel like I might just fucking explode. Because he’s wearing a tight fitted black vest. His huge shoulders and crazy arms on full display. Still bronzed from his competition at the expo. His thick pecs spilling out of the vest material. What the fuck is he trying to do to me? 

He’s got this smug fucking smirk on his face as he bounces up to me. God - this guy knows EXACTLY what he’s doing.

“Alright!” he says, rolling his tongue around the inside of his mouth.

“No clean t-shirts?” I ask, with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

Ryan's mouth curls into a giddy grin and he shrugs. Then he looks over his shoulder and back to me. “Thought you’d prefer this!” 

I pull a jokey face. But he’s just beaming at me. This big, teasing "I know I'm sexy" grin. And I’m finding it really fucking hard not to smirk back. While all the time failing to keep veering my eyes to those incredible pecs. And those crazy delts. And those bare fucking arms which get bigger and more ridiculously pumped as me and Ryan go through our workout.

By the end of it, his triceps look bigger and more pumped than I‘ve seen them. He’s also got a thin layer of sweat over his big, smooth shoulders. I keep having these thoughts about licking his sweat-soaked skin and muscle. Running my tongue over one of Ryan’s huge, boulder shoulders and tasting his sweat. Does that make me a bit of a freak? Or just a bit kinky?

In the changing rooms, Ryan pulls a red zipped up hoodie out of his bag, which he struggles to put on and clings to his body. I’m sure it’s XXXL sized but it looks tight fitted. I kinda wish I could be that hoodie right now. Clinging to Ryan’s outrageously pumped and sweaty mass. 

As soon as I’m in the passenger seat of Ryan’s car and sitting next to him, I start to fucking swell. And as he reaches his hand over and squeezes my thigh, I get a full-on fucking hard on. 

He’s grinning at me mischievously. I bite my lip and reach for his hand. And now we’re holding hands. Fingers intertwined. Still a perfect fit. Then Ryan takes our hands and playfully knocks my hard on bulging through my trackies and his eyes widen.

“What is THAT?” he teases.

I smile and bite my lip and he makes a hot, grizzly growling sound. He presses our interlocked hands against my hard on again. Fuck. I let out a little groan.

“See! I knew you’d like this vest!”

I laugh and roll my eyes and he unlocks our fingers and starts the car. But God - I wanna touch him so badly. I pretty much wanna spend all of our time together wanting to touch Ryan. And quite a bit of the time we’re not to get together too.

“Oooh!” he says in an excited tone while throwing his head back. “I can not WAIT to see what you look like in my shiny pink posing trunks!” 

I roll my eyes and smirk. “FUCK OFF!”

He’s just smirking at me. And I’m smiling back. God. I feel like I want to explode.

As soon as I’m in Ryan’s flat and the door is closed, I’m touching his waist. I can’t fucking help it. He spins around, bites his lip while smirking, pushes his body up against mine, pins me up against the wall and kisses me. Fuuuuck. I’m so hard. My cock pressed up against his. His scent engulfing me. His heavy body pushing up against mine. His tongue in my mouth. My arms around his back. Gripping him tight. 

This. FUCKING. Man. 

He looks at him, lets out a, “GRRR!” and shakes his head. “Right. Come on!”

I furrow my eyebrows at him in confusion.

“Let’s get you into some shiny posers!”

I groan and roll my eyes as Ryan tugs on my hand and leads me towards his bedroom. “The SHINIEST pair I can find!” 

I laugh and shake my head as he pulls me into his bedroom. He pushes up against me and kisses me again. Fucking hell. Rock fucking hard. I want to melt into his skin. His perfect skin covering his perfect body. And every other utterly perfect thing that belongs to Ryan.

“Right - close your eyes!”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Why?” I ask, suspiciously.

He just glares at me wide-eyed. I let out a big sigh and do as Ryan says, failing to cover up my smirk.

He leaves me standing in the middle of the room. “What are you doing?!”

“Just hang on. Keep those eyes closed!”

I roll my tongue around the inside of my cheek, resisting the urge to open my eyes. 

I feel him come back over to me. “Don’t you dare peek!” he orders And then I feel his hands on the side of my thighs and I smile and grip on to Ryan's shoulder blades as I feel him pull my gym trackies down. And then he grabs my hard cock through my boxer shorts and I groan and dig my fingers into his back as he squeezes it. “Mmmm!” he says, squeezing my hard cock.

And then my boxers come down and he briefly sucks the head of my cock. All the time my eyes still closed. “Lift your leg up!” he orders.

“These better not be pink!” I say, as I feel a pair of Ryan’s posers ride up my legs. I swear I can feel him smiling. The trunks feel different to the ones I normally wear. He tucks my cock into the pouch and growls as he gives it a brief squeeze.

He tells me to lift my arms up and pulls my t-shirt over my head. “Aaaand … open your eyes!”

I feel a pinch of excitement as I open my eyes to a grinning Ryan and look down to see - “Oh for FUCK’S sake!” I’m filling out a pair of bright pink posing trunks. The fucking shiny kind. Jeeezus. I’m shaking my head at him, but I can’t help smirking too. 

“DEANO!” Ryan cries. Then he shakes his head, bites his knuckle and lets out a funny groan. “You look so fucking HOT!”

I feel a tug of something in my chest at hearing Ryan describe me in that way.

“That’s your Pride outfit sorted for next weekend then!”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Jeeesus!” I say, looking down at the outrageously shiny bright pink poser material my bulge is now filling out. Why do posing trunks need to be THIS fucking shiny?

“Wait!” Ryan says. He picks up his phone. “I’ve gotta get a picture of this for your Instagram!”

“FUCK! OFF!” I say, lunging forward and grabbing for his phone. 

He laughs and pulls his arm away, then he drops his phone on his bed, puts his arms around me, pushes his body against mine and kisses me. It feels like Ryan’s in charge again. I like that he’s in charge. I like that he’s taller than me. And bigger than me. I kind of just want him to scoop me up and protect me. I want him to always protect me.

He pulls his lips away from mine. “Any requests for MY posing trunks?” he asks, still wrapped around me.

I pull a face. “Velvet ones?”

Ryan makes a gagging noise. “You will NEVER see me wearing a pair of velvet fucking posers!”

“That’s what I said about shiny pink ones!”

Ryan beams at me. “And yet - you wore them for me!”

God. He just knows how much I like him. 

“I don’t remember being given a choice?”

He leads me over to his posing trunk draw, all the time I’m gripping his waist with my arm. I don’t think I could let go of him right now even if I wanted to.

“Don’t you have any, like, NON-shiny posers?”

Ryan laughs. “Why the fuck would I have non-shiny posers?”

I pick up the infamous Union Jack posing trunks from the picture on his bookcase, hold them up and pull a face. Ryan tips his head back and laughs. “These are fucking LEGENDARY! Everyone LOVES me in these trunks!”

I roll my eyes and smirk. “Put ‘em on then!”

He beams. “Really?! My Union Jack posers?”

I grin and shrug. He leans in and kisses me.

Not long after we’re stood side by side in front of the big mirrors on Ryan’s wardrobe doors. Ryan in his Union Jack posers. Me in his shiny pink posing trunks. Jesus. If Sebastian Wood could see me now. I think he’d fucking jealous. Because I’m in the bedroom of a huge and gorgeous personal trainer slash champion bodybuilder whose huge arms, thick pecs and gorgeous blocky abs are staring back at me in the mirror. 

“You’re not gonna be all noisy and shit are you?”

Ryan laughs and shrugs. “Maaaaybe!” 

I suddenly flashback to a few weeks ago when I watched Ryan and Bozza posing with each other at the gym. Yeah - Ryan’s definitely going to be noisy. And cocky. I also remember going home afterwards and blowing a load as I thought about me posing with Ryan instead of Bozza. And now here I am. Doing that very thing.

“Okay, D - you ready?” he asks.

“To whip your arse? Yep!” I say, with a straight face. 

Ryan grins at my reflection. “In those shiny pink trunks, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me!” 

I shake my head and roll my tongue around the inside of my cheek to try and stop myself from smiling so much. But it doesn’t really work. And now I’m starting to swell again in Ryan’s pink trunks.

Ryan’s eyes widen as he looks at my reflection. “Seems like you kinda like those pinks trunks, D!”

I shake my head. “Fuck off!” 

“Right - come on. First pose.”

We lock eyes in the mirror, both smiling at each other. 

“Front double bicep!” 

I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited to hit a pose before.

“On three!” Ryan says, with a mischievous grin. “One … two … three …”

And then I watch Ryan bring his arms up and a second later I do the same and, “YES!” Ryan barks. 

I shake my head and smirk at him. The very first pose and he’s shouting out like a cocky bastard. But God - those fucking biceps. Huge and bronzed and beautiful, blowing up either side of his absurdly gorgeous face. What an amazing and beautiful image. 

Ryan lets out another cocky noise. “OOOH!” he says, flexing his guns. And I’m flexing too. My guns fucking PUMPED from the gym. And looking pretty huge, I have to say. Two bodybuilders flexing their freshly pumped biceps. Fuck, this is horny. My cock starts juddering under Ryan’s pink posing trunks. 

Ryan relaxes. “Fucking hell,” he says, eyeing up his cock. I bite my lip and smirk.

“Okay, Mr Pink Posers!”

I pull a face and shake my head.

“Front lat spread!”

As I bring my fists to my waist and transition into the pose, I watch Ryan’s beautifully chiselled pecs lift up and his gorgeously curved lats flare out as he releases a loud, cocky grunt. His physique really is a thing of beauty. Like a work of art. There’s no two ways about it - the guy’s a fucking demigod. And he’s posing just for me. Okay, maybe he’s posing for himself a little too. 

We relax from our pose. “Okay, you sexy little fucker …”

My chest flutters as I look at Ryan’s beaming face in the mirror. 

“Let’s do a side chest.”

I love how he’s taking the lead. He turns to his side and I follow and now we’re looking at each other. His tits right there. His gorgeous blocky abs. He’s smirking at me. The most gorgeous grin. I could lean in and kiss him right now. But if I did that, I don’t think I’d be able to stop. 

“On three. One … two … three … HIT IT!” 

As I transition into my side chest pose, Ryan lets out the most arrogant, “YEAH!” His biceps bulging and his pecs popping.

He scoots over to me so he’s closer. Fuck. We’re inches away. Flexing and posing. His thick pecs next to mine. His huge shoulders. I can smell him more than ever. That heady scent that’s unmistakably him. He looks me right in the eye. It’s like every fucking molecule in the air feels electric.

Ryan relaxes from the pose and turns to face the mirror again, but he doesn’t shit to his left. He’s still standing right next to me. 

“Abs and thighs?” he asks my reflection, with a mischievous grin.

I nod. I love how we look next to each other in the mirror. A six-foot tall ridiculously handsome Super Heavyweight muscle God next to his thick, short arsed, pocket rocket boyfriend in shiny posers with matching haircuts. Boyfriend. Shit. Where did that thought come from? Okay - scrap that thought. But also maybe don’t.

“One … two … three … POSE!”

And now we’re both throwing our arms up and behind the back of our heads and I’m crunching down on my abs when - “BAM!” Ryan shouts in my ear. For fuck’s sake. SUCH a cocky bastard.

But something suddenly comes over me. This animalistic urge. To compete. To get the better of Ryan. And maybe even surprise him a little too.

And so I tilt my head back and crunch down again and - “URGHH!” I release a loud grunt.

Ryan’s mouth drops open. “Fuck YEAH!” he shouts. He seems so surprised. And so fucking impressed.

I smirk at him. He’s fucking beaming. Then, still in his pose, he scrunches up his face and lets out this deep, animalistic “OOOOH!” The way he’s looking at himself. Looking at his crunched blocky abs popping underneath his dick thin skin covered stomach. It’s so fucking sexy. Like he’s admiring his own muscle. Like he’s getting off on it. 

Ryan scoots over to me and pushes his leg out. And - fuck - he presses it up against mine. And now we’re touching. His thick bronzed quad against mine. Muscle against muscle. My cock pulsates and judders in Ryan’s shiny pink posers. 

And now the side of his torso is touching mine. I feel like I want to just melt into Ryan. To melt into his skin and become one big wall of huge, shredded flexing muscle. 

And Ryan’s still got that look on his face. Like he’s turned on by his muscle. Turned on by flexing. Turned on by what’s happening right now with me. Just as fucking much as I am. Fuuuuck.

We relax from our poses. Both smiling at each other in the mirror. 

“Right then, horny fucker …” he says, looking at the hard on tenting the pink posers I’m wearing. “Most muscular!” 

I love the way he talks to me. A girl wouldn’t talk to me like this. I love how masculine Ryan is. He’s almost like the epitome of masculinity. His body. His muscles. The way he smells. This big, beautiful muscle man stood right next to me. I would let him do anything. I’m totally his.

Ryan shifts to his left to spread out and lifts his arms up. “One … two … three … FLEX!”

I lift my arms and elbows up and crank down into a crab most muscular. “YEE-ARGHH!” Ryan shouts out as he leans into the pose. I watch him in the mirror. Fuck. What an image! His traps exploding. His biceps popping. Everything tight and hard. Veins bursting under bronzed skin. Right before my eyes. 

And I look pretty awesome too, to be fair. As I pretty much always do when I’m squeezing out a crab most muscular. I join in with Ryan again, releasing a deep, loud, animalistic growl. He beams, scoots over and knocks my elbow with his as we’re still squeezing. Both of us flexing, growling and smirking. 

“How about one more?” I suggest as we both relax. 

Ryan’s eyes widen in an excited expression. I roll my tongue around my cheek. “Head to head most muscular?” I suggest.

“Fuck yeah!” Ryan replies, beaming.

We turn to face each other again. Holy fuck. He’s smiling at me. I’m smiling back. Suddenly there’s this tension. Like the walls of the room are waiting to see what happens next.

“Ready?” he asks. I bite my lip and nod.

As we both bring our arms and elbows up, Ryan bends down and places his forehead against mine. His skin feels hot and sticky against mine. I can practically taste the sweat coming off his body. His huge, perfect, bronzed body. His face is close up to mine. His nose. His lips. This look on his face. Mischievous and sexy as fuck.

And now we’re cranking down. Ryan opens his mouth and roars in my face. I let out a little roar as I squeeze and FUCKING HELL. This is such a rush. Not to mention horny as hell. Ryan’s squeezed, flexed mass right in front of me. His face right there. Our noses practically touching. Roaring at each other like two testosterone-fuelled, pumped up muscle beasts flexing out the most brutal pose possible. Fuck YES.

And now we’ve stopped flexing. And Ryan’s looking at me. And then … he lunges towards me and his lips are suddenly on mine. His arms now around me. His huge, hard, sweaty mass pressed up against mine. So hard. So forceful. Fuuuuck. 

We tumble on to his bed. It feels like I’ve never wanted him more. Ryan’s on top of me. His mass is consuming me. Hard and pumped and sweaty and bronzed. His tongue wedged hard in my mouth. Pecs on pecs. Abs on abs. Mass on mass. Big hard sweaty muscle on muscle. Oh God. I’m gonna explode. I’m gonna fucking explode. I’m gonna cum in these shiny pink posers any fucking second. 

We stop kissing and I groan and bury my head in his thick bull neck. My arms wrapped around his back, clinging to his hard muscle and sticky skin. Fucking hell. If I could pause time I’d do it. Right now. I’d be wrapped around and sunken into Ryan’s hard, gorgeous beef forever. His muscle on mine for eternity. And I’d just cum over and over and over again.

Ryan starts kissing me again. More softly this time. His nose rubbing against mine. Oh my God. So this is what it's like. When you’re with someone who you really, really like. Is this what Woody feels when he’s kissing Luke? Now I get it. Now I totally fucking get it.

I’m Ryan’s. Whatever he wants to do, I’ll do it. I wanna breathe him in. I wanna inhale every last bit of him. Kiss every inch of him. Every fucking muscle. Every lump and bump. 

He grabs my cock in the pink posing trunks and squeezes. I. Think. I’m. Going. To. EXPLODE. And now he’s shifting down. My hands on his huge shoulders. Running down to his bulging arms. All the time just touching him. How can I not touch this beautiful bodybuilder on top of me?

And my cock is in his wet mouth. “OH GOD!” I groan. This is so fucking intense. Ryan North PT - I wanna cum. I wanna fucking cum. Wrap me up in a cocoon of your mass. Let me sink into you. Let me be you. I wanna fucking BE you.

I groan as he releases his lips from my cock and squeezes it. I’m playing with his ears. I can’t let go of his ears.

And now he’s sitting on my stomach and I’m gripping on to his huge thighs and fuck - Ryan’s grabbing my cock and he’s pushing it against him. Against his - FUCK.

“Wanna go inside me?” he whispers.

Oh my God. Is this really happening? I nod, gripping his thighs as they lie either side of my body. Ryan leans over and reaches for something in his chest of drawers. I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know if this is real. This is completely new to me. But I want him so badly. And he wants me back. I know that much. 

I’m still gripping on to him. I don’t want to let go. He leans forward and kisses me. And then he grabs my hard cock again and pushes himself against it. This time he’s wet. And now my cock pressing against Ryan. Pushing against his - and then he lets out this loud groan. 

And I’m fucking inside of him. He’s sitting on me. I’m inside of Ryan. How is this - what is going - FUCK.

I feel like I’ve slipped into another universe. Where Ryan North is sitting on top of me and I’m inside him. Inside this beautiful bronzed bodybuilder. 

“You okay?” he whispers. I smile and nod. He smirks at me. This insanely sexy smirk. And his eyes are going back and he groans. Clearly in some kind of heaven. He looks down at me and touches my abs. Squeezes my pecs. All the time he's riding me. All the time I’m fucking Ryan. And then he lifts his arms up and fuck - he’s flexing. As he’s riding my cock. He’s flexing a front double bicep. And pursing his lips. His biceps bronzed and beautiful. Flexing and peaking. Like a fucking superhero. Like some kind of beautiful bronzed chiselled God. Who’s nothing but skin and muscle. 

And now he’s flexing a front lat spread. His hand on his hips. His pecs twitching. His lats flaring. He’s flexing while I’m inside him. I reach my hands up and touch him. Feel his bronzed hairless forearms. Run my hands up to his hard solid arms. I touch his peeled abs. I squeeze his beautifully curved and thick lats. All the time. I’m fucking inside him. I’m INSIDE this beautiful bodybuilder. God. I wish I could feel like this all of the time. Why can’t I feel like this all of the time?

Ryan wraps his hand around the other fist. The way he so often does when he’s in the gym. But this time he’s squeezing a most muscular. He’s squeezing a most muscular just for me. And my hands are slipping to the huge bronzed balls of bicep muscle bulging off his arm. Feeling his phenomenally thick triceps. So hard. So big. So developed. I’m squeezing and feeling and touching the God-like biceps of a bodybuilder while I’m inside of him.

He's squeezing harder. Grunting. Growling. Riding my cock. Fucking hell. I grip on. Hold on to his mass. Cling on to the bronzed thick cling wrap skin covered muscle. God this man. So much muscle. So much mass. So much masculine beauty. Right in front of me. On top of me.

“Oh, God!”

I’m still gripping on to his flexed muscle.

“Ryan!”

His huge hard mass. Which is consuming me. Surrounding me. His body. His mass. His scent. I love it all so fucking much. 

“I’m close …”

Ryan groans as he squeezes harder. As my fingers dig into his flexed muscle.

“I’m gonna … oh, God! OH FUCK! ARRRGGHHH!”

I’m cumming inside Ryan. I’m groaning and cumming inside this beautiful man. As his mass and skin and muscle surrounds me. 

Fuuuuck.

He flops on top of me. He’s groaning and panting and laughing. I’m gripping on to his back. His gorgeous bronzed muscular back. Sticky and sweaty. I bury my face in his thick neck. I’m gripping on tight. I don’t want to let go of this beautiful man.

Right now I never want to let go.