growth The delivery guy

[Guest]

I was preparing my protein shake as the sound of the intercom echoed through my apartment. I made my way toward the entry and answered.

“Parcel for Mr. Barnes”.

“Come on up. Number 312”, I replied and opened the door.

A few minutes later someone knocked. I opened the door and looked at the USPS delivery guy. I had to look slightly up to look into his eyes, his height had to be around 6’3 as I was 5’10. But the guy was lanky: the uniform hung lose on his bony frame that I guessed to be around 160 pounds.

“Mr. Barnes”, he said as he looked up from his tablet. “Whoa. You’re Jake Barnes. The bodybuilder.”, he added with joy.

I nodded with a grin as I saw his gaze travel along my torso that filled my tight tank top.

“I’m a big fan. Follow your Instagram daily”, he rattled on, “Are your arms really 18.5 inches?”.

“Not pumped, they are. Check for yourself”, I replied and raised my right arm. My bicep balled up as the muscle flexed. It formed a nice orb and pushed up a thick vein against my skin.

“Wow”, he let out as he stared at my flexed arm, “Looks even bigger than on your pics”.

“Go ahead. Cop a feel”, I said and hardened my flex a bit more.

“For real?”, he asked incredulously and his right hand hesitantly reached for my bicep.

I nodded to encourage him and felt his fingers grope my flexed bicep and trace along the prominent vein. “What do you think, kid?”.

“Geez. It’s so hard. Like touching a hot rock”, he let out in awe.

“You have a parcel for me?”, I asked and lowered my arm.

“Oh right. Here you go. Just sign here, please”, he replied and handed me the tablet. He took back the tablet. “Oh, could you give me some advice: I’ve been working out for two years now, but can’t get any results”, he asked.

“How old are you?”, I asked.

“19”, he replied.

“I’m 29. Took me seven years of hard work to build my physique, kid. Just train hard, eat clean, get enough sleep, use the right supps and never give up”, I said.

“And ow many days a week do you train? How many exercises?”, he asked.

“What’s your name, kid?”, I asked.

“Brad Harding”, he replied.

“I’ll send you a copy of my workouts when I started working out”, I answered, “Nice to have met you, Brad”.

“Have a nice day, Mr. Barnes”, he said.

“Call me Jake”, I stated and watched him walk to the elevator. I closed the door and walked back to the kitchen. “You brought me my supps, kid”, I said to myself as I opened the parcel and took out my supply of roids for that week and the note of my coach.

 

The next day I checked my messenger and saw that Brad had sent me at least three messages to thank me for the routine I had sent him.

A week later, Brad brought another parcel and we ended up talking some more about working out. He returned another week later with my third dose of roids. I plunged the needle into my ass and injected my daily amount. For some reason my body wasn’t reacting to the roids as usual: my strength had only gone up slightly and I wasn’t seeing any results. I phoned my coach and explained my concerns.

“Your body has adapted to the roids, Jake. This isn’t your first cycle, is it?”, he asked.

I chuckled. He knew damn well I had been roiding ever since we had started working together. “So, what do you propose?”, I asked.

“I’ll get you something more potent. Some grade A stuff that should do the trick”, the coach replied, “I’ll send it asap.”

 

Two days later, Brad was back with another parcel.

“Here you go, Jake”, he said.

“Thanks”, I answered and took the parcel, “How are the workouts going?”.

“Real good. Thanks for the advice”, he said with a grin, “You look a bit bigger too”.

“Pumped from my workout”, I stated with a smile and causally flexed my arm.

“Take care, Jake”, he said and walked away.

 

The next two weeks Brad brought me two more parcels on Monday. And then ,the third week on the new stuff, the results came in: my muscles began looking more ripped. I couldn’t wait to see what the final results would be after eight weeks…

 

The next week, autumn arrived: temperatures dropped, rain poured down and strong winds played with the trees. Brad kept brining my weekly parcels, but was now completely hidden in his long coat.

 

At the end of the eighth week my body was ready for competition: I weighed a nice 195 pounds, just below the limit of the light heavyweight class, but every muscle rippled on my body as I moved. I was ripped unlike what I had ever been and my tan only accentuated my muscles. I had been going to the tanning salon for the last two weeks after every workout.

The next morning, I injected the last dose of the roids from the parcel Brad had brought a week earlier. He was due to bring my final parcel today. I went off to the gym and returned by the end of the morning. I checked the status of my parcel online and noticed the message ‘DELAYED. Not sure when we will deliver’.

“Fuck”, I yelled out, “I need my parcel today. Better message him”. I opened my messenger account and sent a message to Brad. A minute later his reply came in.

‘Hi, man. Things are crazy today. Probably won’t make it’

‘Need my parcel today. LIKE REALLY NEED IT!!!!’, I sent back.

‘Out of the area for now. OK if I bring it over after work?’

‘What time?’, I replied.

‘8.30-9 pm’.

‘OK’, I sent back.

‘C U later’.

I put my phone aside and dove onto the couch to get some extra rest before my second workout of the day. I arrived back at my apartment at about 8 p.m. after my gym session and my visit to the grocery store. I put the groceries in the fridge and headed into the bathroom for a quick shower. I stripped off, walked into the shower and turned on the water. I turned around to face the opposite wall that was covered with a lengthy mirror. A large smile formed on my face as I inspected my reflection: my cycle had made me more ripped than ever. My muscles rippled beneath my paper-thin, tanned skin with every breath I took. At 195 I was just below the weight limit for my class as a light heavyweight, but my bodyfat had to be below 5 percent. I playfully bounced my ripped pecs and felt my 7 incher smack against my six-pack. I began stroking my cock as the hot water cascaded down onto my back. Within seconds I was panting and shot my load. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. I let go of my softening cock and began soaping my body. I rinsed off the soap, turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry myself. As I was nearly finished, I heard a banging sound: someone was knocking on the door and calling my name.

I wrapped the towel around my waist, went over toward the door and opened  it. “Brad?”, I said as I looked at the visitor.

“Yep. Here’s your parcel, man”, Brad said and handed it to me. “Wow. You look amazing, Jake”, he added as he looked at my naked torso.

 “Thanks, man. Really appreciate you bringing it over. Want to come in?”, I asked.

“Why not? No one’s waiting for me”, Brad said and entered.

I put the parcel aside and turned around to see him staring at my body.

“Impressive, man”, Brad said as his eyes scanned my torso, “You look sharp. Like more ripped than a few weeks ago.”

“Final phase of my prep before my next show, Brad”, I replied, “Takes my body to the next level”. I hit a few poses to display my form.

“How much do you weigh?”, Brad asked without taking his gaze from me.

“195 and below 5% bodyfat”, I bragged and went into a double bicep pose.

Brad nodded appreciatively. “I still have to thank you ,man”, he said.

“What for?”, I asked as I lowered my arms.

“For this”, Brad said grinningly and took off his baggy coat.

I gasped as his frame came into view: the top five buttons of his shirt were undone as it would have been impossible to get them closed across his thickly protruding chest; his short sleeves were ripped from trying to  contain the insane mass of his now boulder-like shoulders.

“Don’t know what you had ordered, but man was it powerful stuff: made me grow from 165 to 230 fucking pounds of muscle over the last three months”, Brad said.

My mind tried processing his remark: that kid was now 35 pounds of muscle heavier than me.

“Check it out”, Brad added and stripped off his shirt.

I stared at his huge body: muscles bulged all across his torso and flowed into each other. His traps gave his neck the size of a bullneck and sat thickly atop the hard line of his wide shoulders; his boulder-sized, perfectly round delts capped his shoulders and gave him an awesome v-taper; his arms hung relaxed yet heavily meaty like hams at his sides; his pecs jutted forward atop his chest and made his nipples point down; below them and obscured by them, his eight-pack rippled on the rhythm of his breathing; his milk-white skin made him look like a marble statue.

“Wow”, was all I could mutter.

“Wow indeed”, Brad replied and raised his arms in a devastating double bicep pose. His biceps mounded upward and outward, the peaks reaching 21 inches as he flexed his arms fully and pushing up a web of blue veins against his pale skin.

“How…”, I began.

“21 inches unpumped”, Brad interrupted me.

I gulped: 2.5 inches more than my own arms that were my best body part.

“Go ahead. Cop a feel”, Brad said and hardened his flex some more.

I licked my lips as the thick ball atop his arm swelled further. “For real?”, I asked and I heard my voice crack while I spoke.

Brad nodded to encourage me.

Slowly, I closed the distance between us and placed my hand atop his right bicep. Like he had done the first time we meet, I let my fingers grope the hard mass of the flexed bicep before tracing the veins that shot across the surface. I blinked as I felt the bicep harden even more under my touch.

“So, what do you think, Jake?”, Brad asked.

“Geez. It’s so hard, Brad. Like touching a hot rock”, I said in a total copy of his words to me during our first encounter. Then, I corrected myself: “Not a rock. A freaking boulder”. I felt my cock inflate below my towel as I tried denting the flexed bicep.

“Check this out”, Brad said and lowered his arm, brushing off my hand in the process.

I saw him place his hands on his hips and flare his lats. I took three steps back instinctively and inhaled sharply as he seemed to get twice as wide.

“No need to be afraid, man”, Brad said grinningly at my reaction. “Geez. You look so fucking ripped, Jake. The definition of your muscles is unreal. So impressive. Flex your abs, man”, he added.

I placed my hands behind my head, making my 18.5 inch arms bulge in the process and clenched my abs. I felt the grooves between my abs deepen as my six-pack hardened into a corrugated landscape.

“Wow, man”, Brad let out admiratively. He stepped toward me and reached for my six-pack.

A grin formed on my face as I felt his right index finger trace the contours of my abs, follow the deep grooves separating the individual muscles.

“Man. I don’t have that kind of definition”, Brad said as he let go of my six-pack and copied my pose.

I watched his stomach harden into an intimidating eight-pack that did lack the definition of my six-pack: my tan and way lower bodyfat gave me an edge .

“Your abs are better than mine, Jake”, Brad said without hesitation, “but my pecs are bigger than yours”. He lowered his arms and looked down into my eyes. “Come on, man. Touch ‘em. Feel my pecs. You want to, don’t you?”, he added.

I nodded and gulped. Or tried to as my mouth was completely dry.

“Thought so”, Brad said while he encouraged me to worship him.

I took a step closer and slowly raised my hands to touch his protruding pecs. I felt the heat radiating from the rack of muscle as I moved in. A moan escaped my mouth when my hands made contact with the marble-like, hot muscle. My deep tan contrasted sharply with his milk-white skin and I couldn’t help but notice that my hands looked somewhat small atop his chest. My dick hardened further underneath my towel as I rubbed his meaty pecs.

“Ow yeah”, Brad grunted. “You know how the guys at the gym are calling me these days?”, he asked.

I nodded ‘no’ without taking my hands and eyes from his pecs.

“Hardbody”, Brad growled and flexed his pecs.

I saw striations and veins exploded across his chest as his pecs turned into concrete-like hardness under my hands. “Wowughn”, I grunted and my cock creamed my towel.

“Guess you did really wanted to worship me”, he said with a large smile at my reaction. “You have always liked feeling other men, eh…Sean?”.

I blinked when I heard him call me ‘Sean’. I hadn’t heard or used that name ever since I’ve gotten into professional bodybuilding. Before those days, I had done some gay porn to earn easy money in college. It must have been 7 years ever since I had heard that name again. I looked up into his eyes.

“I found some of your videos on the net”, Brad said as he looked down to meet my gaze. “Where’s your bedroom?”, he asked. “Don’t look so afraid, Jake”, he said in a reply to my look, “We both want this. Hell, your still touching my pecs.”

I looked at my hands that were indeed still rubbing the mass atop his chest. My lust for his body took over and I turned away to walk over to my bedroom. The shadow falling over me and his heavy footsteps behind me made clear he was following. I turned around as I heard he sound of metal hitting the floor. I stared down in awe: his quads were as impressive as the rest of him: the separate heads of the muscle were clearly outlined on his heavily muscled legs; the fabric of his boxers was straining to contain his thick legs and showcased a hefty package in the front.

“Right”, Brad let out and ripped away my towel to expose me completely. “Still hard or hard again?”, he asked coyly.

Before I could react, he stripped off his boxers and my gaze fell onto his hefty, yet only half-hard cock. Its girth already rivaled that of my cock but surpassed it as he got harder. I had taken my share of cock in my days as a bottom and sure, I had gotten a good 50 pounds heavier but I doubted I would be able to take him. Then again, I wouldn’t be able to resist him as he had 35 pounds of pure muscle on me. “Brad”, I began.

“It’s okay, man”, Brad interrupted me and gently stroked my hair to calm me, “I won’t hurt you. I promise. I owe my fantastic body to you. I’ll go gentle to thank you.”

His soothing words and gentle strokes calmed my nerves and I climbed atop the bed, motioning him to join me. I saw him fish a bottle from his pants, put a good amount on his hands and rub it onto his now rock-hard 9 incher. Lube, I thought and I felt my ass clench in anticipation.

Brad smiled at me and stepped into the bed. He positioned himself on his knees at the end. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward him.

I felt him place my legs atop his wide shoulders. Goosebumps exploded across my body as I felt the head of his cock position itself against my clenched ass. ”Brad, I…”, I muttered and stared up into his eyes.

“Calm down, man. I’ll go easy. As slow as you want”, Brad replied and ruffled my hair once more. “Ready?”, he asked.

I nodded. “Oaughn”, I groaned as the thick head of his 9 incher entered me. My back arched up from the bed and my hands clenched into the bedsheets as the cock pushed past my clenched defenses. My own 7 incher smacked into my six-pack. I felt him stop.

“Does it hurt, Jake?”, Brad asked with genuine concern.

I didn’t know if it was hurt or lust that filled my body and mind. “Deeper”, I groaned to encourage him. I closed my eyes and groaned louder and deeper as he invaded me further. I felt my ass stretch along his thick shaft as It slid deeper inside me. Stars exploded before my eyes and in my head as 7 of his 9 inches were inside me. I blinked as I felt his pubes brush against my ass in a signal that he was fully inside me.

“Does this hurt, Jake?”, Brad asked once more before he began sliding out of me.

I nodded ‘no’ and inhaled deeply when his 9 incher left my ass. Despite the amount of cock I had taken back in the day, I felt strangely empty.

“Good”, Brad replied and moved in to kiss me on the mouth.

His kiss overpowered me and his tongue searched its way into my mouth. I began feeling lightheaded and then, he broke our kiss. I grabbed the back of his head and brought his ear to my mouth. “Back…inside me”, I growled.

Brad placed my hands atop his meaty chest, his paws grabbed my sides and he positioned his 9 incher against my ass.

“Unghpf”, I moaned as he invaded me again. My hands clawed into his chest but didn’t dig into the hard muscle. I wanted to arch up from the bed but his strong paws easily held me in place. My eyes rolled back in pleasure and I closed them as he buried his 9 incher completely inside me. I felt him move backwards inside me, but this time he didn’t draw fully out of me: he kept the head of his cock inside my ass and began pumping his 9 incher in me. Every time he was fully inside me, his cock hit a spot inside me that sent shivers of pleasure through my 195 pound body. I heard his breathing fasten, felt his mighty pecs heave more and his strokes getting longer, harder and deeper.

Brad moved back in to kiss me.

The moment his lips touched mine and he was fully inside me again, I felt my balls draw tight and the dam containing my orgasm brake. “BRAD”, I groaned while he devoured my lips in a deep kiss. I shot my load in between our bodies. My cum splattered against the bottom of his protruding pecs before sliding down onto his eight-pack. More loads blasted from my cock and creamed both are muscular stomachs with my sticky juices. Pure euphoria coursed through my veins as the most intense orgasm I had ever lived washed over me. I felt my cock soften a bit as the last load dribbled from it.

Brad broke our kiss and stared directly into my eyes.

My eyes widened as I felt Brad’s cock swell and twitch inside me. I groaned as he rammed it even deeper inside me. I felt his pecs clenching under my grasp, sending another jolt through my deflating cock. And then, he came. His deep roar echoed against the walls of my bedroom, hurting my ears. His paws clenched hard into my flanks, digging into me. I felt his 9 incher explode deep inside me, filling me with liquid heat that spread through me. He kept filling me, flooding my intestines with his cum, building up the pressure in my ass before I felt his juices leak from me. It seemed like an eternity before he pulled himself from me. An audible pop accompanied by a hefty flow of his cum followed as his cock left me.

Brad looked down on me, smiled and moved in for another kiss. “Way better than I thought”, he said after he broke our kiss.

I just nodded, my head was still spinning from bliss and exhaustion after the fuck of a lifetime.

“Could use a shower, though. Didn’t know you would cum this much after blowing your load in your towel worshipping my pecs”, Brad stated grinningly. “Care to wash my back?”, he asked playfully, got up and walked out.

I stared at his massive back, admiring the mounds of muscle atop it. I licked my lips and got up myself, ignoring the painful sensation my worn out ass sent through me. I clenched my fists in anticipation as I heard the water of the shower being turned on…

[Ienjoisk8ing]

Very hot story

[Ro20316]

Fuck. What an amazing one shot and if it's not then i would be here waiting for the next part.

[dredlifter]

Loved it!

[hoga]

Such a great story. Hope it continues

[Kymuscleboy]

That was awesome! 

[Tjdonger]

So hot.... you can give us more.... please! 

[benroc]

Great story!  So descriptive... Good stuff!!

[thepump]

Very well written, super hot story

[Captinsuarve]

Fantastic! You could definitely take this further, but works just as well as a one shot.