m/m Muscle Worship, Series 2

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Part 7: College years

 

I struggle to push the bar up one more time, sweat pouring down my forehead into my eyes and down my cheeks, but Jay gives me his special form of encouragement growling at me, “Come on you scrawny little maggot.  Push that bar.  Come on it’s only 315lbs.  Push it maggot, push it.”  I find the strength and push the bar for the fifteenth time. 

I sit up on the bench, grab a towel and wipe my head and neck, look over to him, and say, “You’d make a great drill instructor for ROTC.  Your lack of feeling and compassion would crush any kids’ spirit.”  A sly grin comes over my face.

Jay looks at me, hands on hips, lats flared, and flatly says, “We’re here to workout, not play around.” Then a grin comes over his face as his blue eyes dance with excitement.  He claps me on the shoulder and says, “Nice job buddy.  Your flats are coming along really well.”  I nod in appreciation.  “Now, if we could get your inclines over 225, your upper chest would really pop.”

“I’m trying dude, but…”

He puts his hand up in a ‘stop’ position, “I don’t want hear it.  It’s been long enough.  Your injury has healed as evidenced by the weight you just pushed here.”  He waves his hand to the bar next to me.  I nod. 

I get up and we each grab another 45 and put them on the bar.  Jay slides into position.  He gets a firm grip on the bar, flexing his fingers for a few seconds.  His hands surround the bar.  He arches his back and tucks his shoulders together which inflates his chest and stretches his skintight green t-shirt even tighter over him.  He stares intently at the ceiling, blinks twice. He stamps his feet a few times, exhales, and pushes the bar off the rack.  I lean back against the gym wall, knowing he has this.  He pushes out 8 reps in rapid succession, exhaling on every upward push.  He begins to slow around 10.  I lean forward and put my hands on the sides of the bench, but nowhere near the bar.  He gets to 14 and is now gasping for breath.  Sweat begins to bead on his forehead. I lean forward and put my hands under the bar as he lowers it for the 15^th time.  His blue eyes flare at me and I move my hands away.  He’s found a reserve of power and does another 3 reps.  On the 19^th rep, the bar goes down, touches his chest, and as he raises it, gravity takes over and starts to pull it back down.  His arms are shaking with fatigue.  Now, I put my hands under the bar and apply to least amount of help I can, without letting the bar crush his chest.  He’s breathing rapidly and spit is flying out of his mouth.  He grunts loudly and pushes the bar up.  His face is bright red and sweat is pouring off him.  He straightens his arms and I pull the bar back to the rack.  As he lays on the bench, his red face starts to return to its normal color, and between gulps of air he says, “I had that last rep.  I didn’t need your help.”

“Yeah, right. You had it and I was dialing 911.”  He laughs.  I strip the bar and move two plates to the incline bench.  I walk back to grab 2 more and see a cute guy walking by, out in the cardio area.  Tall, dark, muscular, and wearing a spaghetti strap gray tank top, letting it all hang out. His pecs shelf out about an inch and his nipples are hard and visible.  He’s got a little black chest hair on top of his pecs. His blue nylon gym shorts seem a bit tight around his shelf ass, bet he does some amazing squats. Looks to be about 240lbs.  He turns and I can see the outline of his unit.  I come to a standstill and blatantly stare at him.  My own unit stirs. 

Suddenly Jay’s face is in front of mine.  He breaks my stare, turns to see where I was looking, sees the guy, and says defeatedly, “Fine.  You always seem to find a way out of doing inclines.”  I look from him back the hot guy, who has noticed me, and is looking at Jay and myself. I start to say we can still do inclines, but he puts his hands up and says, “Dude, your concentration on lifting is gone.  You now only have one thing on your mind, and it shows.”  He glances down to my shorts and raises an eyebrow.  “You might as well take care of it, one way or another.”  I blush.  “Just let me know if you’re going to need the apartment tonight, so I can grab some stuff and go to Melanie’s.”

“Dude, I haven’t even talked to him yet and you’ve got us having a night of hot sweaty man sex.”  I glance over to the guy and he’s still looking at me.  I nod to him and he nods back.  He casually reaches down and adjusts himself.

Jay turns, sees him eyeing me up and just says, “Case closed.”  I don’t have a come-back.  He says, “Give me 30 minutes to get cleaned up and I’ll be gone for the night.” 

I absently pat him on the chest.  “Yeah, that’ll be great, thanks Jay.”   I walk away, toward the hot guy.  I cock my right leg to the side to allow my unit some space as it increases in size. 

As we near, we size up each other.  Me, 6’1”, 210, 21 years old.  33 waist, 17 neck, 21 arms, 45 chest.  Can bench 315 with ease, squat 465, dead lift 405.  I’m getting harder just thinking about my own stats.  Let’s see about his.  Black hair, closely shaved, no facial hair, no piercings that I can see, plate like pecs.  Good so far.  Oh yeah, sweet ass and legs.  We near.  I stick my hand out and say, “Ty.” 

He responds in a low growly voice, “Franco.”  He takes my hand in his and I can feel his power in the shake.  To him it’s a casual shake, but to me, it’s test of wills.  Will I cower to his obviously greater strength or stand up for myself and show him I’m not one to be pushed around.  I squeeze back and his face twists into a smile.  We release. “Where’d your friend go?”

“He was done for the day.” I lie.  Great way to start off.  “I need a spotter for my inclines if you’re not busy?”  I nod toward the bench and start over.  Franco follows.  I hear him grunt.  Not sure if it’s at my ass or the piddly weight on the bar.

“This your warm up weight?”  He asks questioningly glancing at the bar.  It’s only loaded to 135. I nod and slide onto the bench.  I check my grip and see he’s moved behind the bench, t-shirt tight on his chest, but hangs loose around his abs. I lift off and proceed to do 15 reps with ease.  I re-rack and get up.   “Nice form.” He says dryly.  He looks at me for a moment and says with genuine interest, “Try moving your hands an inch or so wider on the bar.  It’ll help you get a better stretch in this area.”  As he puts his hand on my upper left pec and traces his fingers outward to my collar bone.  I nod again.  I grab a pair of 25’s and toss them on.  He sees this and raises an eyebrow.

“I’m getting over a nagging shoulder injury and don’t want to re-injure it by bumping up too fast.”  He just nods.  I slide onto the bench and space my hands out a bit wider as he suggested.  I close my eyes, flex my fingers, like Jay was doing, then heft the weight off the rack.  I hold it steady in the air and then slowly lower it to my chest.  I touch my chest with the bar then explode back up.  I make sure not to bounce the bar off my chest either.  The weight and position of my hands feels good.  I bang out another 11 reps, then start to slow.  Franco doesn’t move.  My 12^th and 13^th reps are still ok, but my form starts to suffer.  My elbows flare out.  As I straighten my arms on the 13^th rep, he reaches out and pulls the bar back to the rack, letting me know I’m done.  He saw my form falter too.  He doesn’t say a word.  I get up, pull the 25’s off, and reach for some 35’s.  He nods. 

As I rest, I decide to get the basics out of the way.  “You’re new here?  Haven’t seen you around the gym.”

“Yeah, just moved here this semester to finish my degree.  Then off to do a stint with the Navy Seals.” My eyes go wide.  He notices.  “Yeah, they wanted me a couple years back, after I completed my first year of ROTC, but I said my education was more important. They offered to pay for it to get me, but I’m on a full scholarship, so it didn’t make any sense.”

“Really, full ride for Football?” He shakes his head no, “Wrestling?” Another no, this time with a smile. “Athletics at all?” 

“Nope, Criminology and genetics.”  I whistle and nod. “Yeah, CSI, here I come, right after I serve my country.”  We pause for a moment and go get a drink of water.  On the way back it’s his turn, “How about you?”

“3^rd year Business major, with a minor in Kinesiology.” He gives me the standard ‘what the fuck do they have in common’ look.  “I want to open my own gym and rehab center.”  He nods.  “I’m also on the wrestling team with my buddy Jay, the guy you saw a bit ago.” 

“Ok, that makes sense.  I can see you as a wrestler.”  He eyes me up again and says, “Kind of tall, but good center of gravity and sturdy looking legs.”  He lets his eyes slowly wander down my body one more time, taking everything in.  I tense my muscles and suck in my gut.  “What do you squat?”  I tell him and he shakes his head from side to side.  “We need to get you pushing more weight.  465 won’t cut it at the collegiate level.”  Did he just say ‘we’?  “What about your dead lift.”  I’m almost embarrassed to say but tell him and again he shakes his head.  “405 is pretty light. I hope your friend isn’t holding you back.” 

I take offense at him putting Jay down.  I say with some irritation in my voice, “Jay is my closest friend.  We have supported each other thru everything we’ve done the past 5 years.  If anything, he’s the reason I am where I am today.  Without him, I’d be some 2^nd string warm-up guy on the team.” The last part comes out a bit forcefully and Franco nods.

“Good for you.” I look at him.  “I wanted to be sure you had some backbone in you.”  My mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. “Listen Ty, obviously you’re gay, as I am, and I wanted to be sure that you’d fight back if I pressed your buttons and not go cower into a corner.”  I shut my mouth, unsure if I’m grateful I passed his test or pissed off I needed to.  As I think about it, he continues, “What about Jay?  What’s his story?  I wouldn’t mind having the two of you over for some big boy fun.”  He winks at me and flexes he right bicep into a huge mound of muscle.  A couple veins crawl around the muscle.  “He looks like he could take us both on in a wrestling match and not even break a sweat.”  He chuckles and I smile.

“Jay’s on the straight and narrow.”  I say.  Franco looks disappointed.  “Yeah, he’s a strong as a bull and ox together and maybe some gorilla in there too.  I’ve seen him do some pretty impressive things.”  Franco raises an eyebrow with a ‘do tell’ look.  “Sorry, not my place.  If you meet him, you can ask, but I’ll say this, he’s very shy and hates talking about his size and strength.”

“Has he ever thought about playing for our team?”

“Again, not my place to answer.”  I say calmly. I’m beginning to think Franco wanted Jay not me.  “Can we get back to it?  I have a few more sets to go and then need to take care of some work.”  He nods and we head back to the incline bench. 

I take a seat and glance up to the ceiling.  I see Franco’s chest looming over me.  His t-shirt is pushed out and hangs off his chest and shoulders nicely.  I grasp the bar, move my hands into the wider grip, and take another deep breath.  I push the bar off the rack.  I slowly lower it, feeling my chest explode.  I exhale and push the bar up smoothly.  I think to myself, that went well.  Just another 14 times and you’re good.   I continue with the set.  Franco is watching me, but also glancing around the gym and looking at us in the mirror across the room.  I get to 10 and feel the bar getting heavier. 

Franco notices I’m slowing.  He leans over and quietly says, “You’ve got this Ty.”  He leans closer to my ear and whispers, “Just think of the prize waiting for you in your bedroom if you can get to 15 without any help.” He leans back up and out of my view.  I can still feel his presence behind me, but he is going to make me get to 15 on my own.  I power thru 11, 12, and 13 knowing there is a prize for me.  I have an idea of what it’ll be, but I could be wrong.  I notice I’m holding the bar up while my mind wanders.  I refocus and steady my breathing.  I pause for a moment, then lower the bar.  It feels a bit lighter.  It hits my chest.  I grunt and push it back up.  I find that I’m breathing heavily, but I know I can get the last rep.  I don’t let the bar stay up too long, wasting energy.  I let it drop to my chest as I inhale, then I exhale and push the bar up.  It explodes off my chest and straight up.  I rack the bar and lean up, off the backrest. 

Franco pats me on the back and says, “Nice job.  I’m hitting the showers.  Hope you are too.”  He walks away and I see his ass in the tight blue nylon shorts head toward the steps to the locker room.  I think he flexed his gluts just for me. 

I regain my composure and see I’ve got a woody going on.  I take a few deep breaths and lean back onto the bench and look up to the ceiling with my knees bent to help hide the bulge.  When I feel my erection has subsided enough to not be considered inappropriate, I stand up and walk to the stairs as well.

I push through the door and as it closes, a hand grabs me by my arm and spins me around.  Franco is waiting for me with a sly smile on his face.  He winks at me and forcibly pulls our bodies together.  We are face to face and he immediately pulls me in for a passionate and sloppy kiss.  It goes on for a good minute.  We swat spit and tongue wrestle.  While we kiss, I feel his strong hands roam over my body, first squeezing my ass, I think he left a dent on each cheek.  He then runs them up and down my back, caressing my spine and raking his fingernails over the small of my back, sending a tingling sensation throughout my body. He finally down moves them up to my shoulders then slowly lowers them down my arms, squeezing my biceps and triceps. Both our units start to rise.

As he feels my arms, I bring them up into a double bicep flex.  Now he roughly squeezes them, and I flex them harder in response.  I can feel him smile thru his kiss.  He moves his waist closer to me and I can feel his growing erection thru his shorts.  He moves his hands off my biceps and down to my waist.  He pulls me closer, causing my erection to expand, as does his.  I moan and he grunts.  He pulls the front of my shirt up, over my head, exposing my sweaty pumped chest to him.

He moves his hands back to my ass and cups my cheeks. He breaks our kiss, squats down a bit, gets a firm grip on my ass, looks up into my eyes, winks at me, and stands back up, lifting me off the ground.  I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles together. My erection surges and rubs against his plate like abs.  I put my hands on either side of his face and pull him in for another sloppy kiss.  He continues to hold me up as if I were a little kid.  My erection continues to throb, and I can feel his thru his shorts as he moves my body along the length of it. 

I break our kiss and flex my left arm and move it toward his face.  His sticks his tongue out and it is covered in saliva.  I put my bicep just within reach of its tip and he laps at the muscle.  The veins on my bicep are prominent and crawling over it.  He ogles the muscle.  As his tongue touches the muscles, I move it away.  He leans his head forward, but I move my arm back move.  He lets out a ‘humph’ and backs us up to the wall.  Now my arm cannot move out of his reach.  He quickly moves his head forward and smashes it into the flexed muscle.  He licks at it with abandon, coating it with spit.  He then licks at the spit, moving it around the whole muscle and onto my triceps and into my armpit, which I raise up to give him easier access.  I put my right hand behind his head and force him into my pit.  He takes the opportunity to take a deep inhale of my musk of sweat.  He breaths it in deeply and them laps at the pit again to wipe up any sweat remaining from my workout.  He moans again in satisfaction. 

He moves his head away from the pit, forcing my hand backwards, letting me know he’s in control. 

He hefts me up a bit higher and now my left nipple is right in front of his face. He laps at the already erect nipple then gently puts the tip of his tongue on the tip of the nipple.  He holds it there for a bit, letting the moisture from his tongue drip on the tip and surrounding areola. He brings his entire mouth to the nip and slowly encloses it.  His teeth rake the area.  A shiver runs up and down my body. 

I put my hands back on his head and force him closer.  He stiffens his neck and I can no longer move his head.  Fucker is strong.  He takes his mouth off my nipple, forcing my hands back, looks up to face, and winks at me, letting me know he’s in control, not me.  I ease the pressure on his head, he winks at me again, and moves back to my nipple, devouring it.  He rakes his rough tongue over it, then chews on it, and laps at it.  He applies such suction to it, I think he’s about to draw milk from it, impossible as it may be.  He pushes me harder into the wall and moves his head all around the nipple, sucking and licking at it, like it’s his new favorite toy.  The excitement is getting to me and I feel my load building.  I put my hands back on his head and try to pull him off, but he takes my nipple in his teeth and bites down. God it feels good.  I lean over and whisper in his ear, “Keep it up and you’ll have a huge wet spot on the front of your t-shirt.”  He immediately stops and releases my nipple. 

He pulls his head back, looks up, and says, “Slow down Cowboy.  No need to fire your rifle yet.”  And with that, releases his hands from my ass and he lowers me to the ground.

He gently wraps his hand around the outline of my dick through my gym shorts, gives it a tug or two, and winks at me with approval.  Not to be outdone, I reach out for his and do the same. I also put one hand on his left bicep and rub it.  He brings it down into a hard flex.  I rub it harder and he flexes it harder.  I keep tugging on his dick and feel it grow in length and girth.  I smile, so does he.  I move closer and take my hand off his dick for a second and immediately push it down his shorts.  I feel he is clean shaven.  I grasp him again and start to tug it again.  I keep massaging his bicep and lick my lips.  We look each other in the eyes, and he flexes his hips forward.  I reach deeper into his shorts and my hand wanders under his dick to his ball sack.  I feel two lemons bouncing off each other.  I immediately move closer and start to kiss him again.  His body becomes rigid and I cannot move him backward.  He thrusts his hips forward again and I simultaneously grip his bicep and squeeze with all my strength and grab both his balls in my other hand and try to crush them.

He backs off our kiss and laughs at me.  He looks me in the eyes and says, “You looking to play rough little man.  I can show you rough.”  He pulls my hand out of his shorts, unwraps my other from his bicep, takes a step back, and goes into a most muscular pose that would win most major tournaments.  I back up a few steps to take it all in. He flexes harder, grunts, and I see spittle fly out of his mouth.  He grunts some more and the veins on his biceps get larger.  His quads explode in size and veins appear on them as well.  He takes a step closer to me and I unconsciously put my hand on my dick.  He raises an eyebrow, gnashes his teeth, and growls, “Don’t touch yourself until I say so.”  The authority in his voice makes me immediately remove my hand.

He continues his most muscular and takes another step forward.  I can see the outline of his dick and one side of his shorts.  It’s larger.  He sees me look and chuckles.  He roughly says, “You have no idea Ty, no idea.”  Another step, same pose. He flexes harder.  I can see beads of sweat breakout on his forehead and chest.  His shirt had expanded to its limit.  His nipples are prominent, and the spaghetti straps are straining against his traps and pecs. 

He stands straight up and goes into a full double bicep pose.  They explode with veins crawling over them.  I’m drooling at the sight.  My dick is aching and throbbing.  I desperately want to reach down and just give it a few yanks. 

Franco moves another step forward and is now right up against me, still holding the pose.  I feel his unit against my leg.  I tentatively raise my hands and put one on each bicep and massage the peaks.  He grunts and flexes harder.  The peaks split.  I run my fingers thru the valley between the two bicep heads and sigh. I start to massage them harder and he cracks a sly smile, knowing he has won.  I lean forward and give him a soft peck on the lips.  Our wet lips touch and I feel power move between us.

Quick as a flash, he lowers his arms, bends down, and moves them behind me, under my ass.  He stands up and hefts me over his shoulder like I’m a sack of potatoes, then smacks me on my ass.  He turns and moves toward the steps to go down to the locker room.  He pushes thru the door and casually walks down the hallway, without caring who watches him carrying another man over his shoulder.  I’m looking at the floor and his ass.  What a sight, his ass, not the floor.  I hear the locker room door open and we enter.  He gruffly asks, “What locker?”

I respond, “69.”

“In your dreams dude.”  I laugh at his comment.

He finds the locker and without hesitation, I hear him put his hand on the lock and jerk down.  He calmly says, “You need a new lock and you’ll need to pay for the damage you did to the locker.”  I hear him rummage thru my stuff and he finds my keys.  He turns and we leave the locker room. I can see the damage done.  There’s goes my weekly tutoring check.

We’re in the hallway, into the lobby, then out the door.  He walks us to his black Dodge pickup, leans over, and sets me on my feet.  He looks me in the eyes and asks, “Can you drive a stick shift?”  I glance to his dick, but know he means the truck.  He sees my glance and smiles.  I nod yes.  “Good. Drive us to your place.”

He unlocks the doors and I get in the driver’s side.  He gets in the passenger side.  I start the truck and we roll out of the parking lot.  He asks, “How far?”

“Mile and a half.”

He immediately reaches over and puts his hand on my dick, which is still stiff as a board.  He tugs it a few times and nods.  “Keep that dick nice and hard for me boy.” He places his left arm on my right thigh and flexes.  His bicep explodes again.  “Touch it.”  He commands.  I put my right hand on it and begin the worship the muscle unabashedly. He sighs. “Good man.” 

He flexes and unflexes his arm while I continue to massage it, only stopping to shift gears. He leans over and sticks his tongue into my ear.  It’s covered with warm saliva and he swishes it around my outer ear, then the inner ear.  He covers the lobe with his mouth and suckles it.  I moan with pleasure.  He moves his right hand to my dick and gives it another quick tug.  He whispers into my ear, “Still nice and stiff, you’ll be a lot of fun.”  I groan in pleasure.  “Hold it in boy.  We’re going to have some hot sweaty fun tonight.  I hope you have stamina to go with all those muscles.” He savagely tugs my dick and softly bites down on my lobe.  I feel a spurt of pre-cum escape.  He feels the wetness and backs off.  “Can’t have you getting too excited here in my truck.  Think of the mess you’d have to clean up.”  I think it would be a lot of fun.

I continue the drive back to the apartment Jay and I share.  Franco keeps his flexed left bicep on my right thigh.  My right hand pulls and tugs at his skin, alternately rubbing his muscle.  I pull into the parking lot and look for Jay’s SUV.  I don’t see it in front of our unit, which means he’s already cleared out.  Franco sees me look around and says, “Your buddy gone?”  I nod yes.  “Damn, I really wanted to strip him naked and wrestle him to the ground.”  I think to myself, ‘Jay would fuck you up without so much as a second thought the moment you tried to grab him.’.  Franco absently says, “Maybe next time.”

I park as close to the apartment as I can.  We get out and go up to the door.  Franco hands me my keys and I open the door.  He steps in behind me and closes it.  I feel his presence behind me.

He wraps his gigantic arms around my waist and pulls me back into is his hips.  He starts to nuzzle my neck, licking and chewing on it.  His dick is still at full mast.  His left-hand tugs at my shorts, he pulls them loose, and pushes them to the ground, along with my underwear.  My boner pops straight out.   He then reaches both hands up to my shirt, grabs it in the middle and rips it in two, exposing my chest.  I now stand before him naked.  I feel him lower his shorts and underwear. We both quickly kick off our sneakers and stand back up. His dick rises between my thighs, invading the tight space between my legs, under my balls.  He grunts and pushes forward.  I look down and the head of his dick appears between my thighs.  I squeeze my legs as tight as I can, and he moans with pleasure.  He puts both his hands on my chest, pulls me upright, and whispers in my ear, “You got some muscle in those legs Ty.  I hope you’re just as strong everywhere else.”  I feel him pull his dick backward.  He clenches his arms around me and bucks his hips forward.  I groan pleasure and his dick hear reappears.  I can feel his plate like pecs on my upper back and his erect nipples are pressing into my shoulder blades.  My feet are lifted off the ground an inch or two.  He flexes his dick and it pushes up against my balls.  It feels incredible.  I let my weight settle on his steel rod.  He takes it in stride and flexes his dick again.  My weight is negligible to him. 

“You ready for the fun to begin?” He whispers to me.  I absently nod yes.  He removes his dick from between my legs.  My feet touch the ground, but only for a moment.  I feel his arms sweep under me and he scoops me up into a cradle.  I feel his biceps under my knees and supporting my back.  I feel safe.  This is what I how I want to make my boyfriend’s feel, safe, secure, cared for. He curls me several times and my dick stand at attention. On the last curl, he brings my dick to his mouth and sucks on the head for several seconds.  His tongue invades my piss slit and he coats the head with spit.  He releases it and lowers the curl back into the starting position.  He walks us through the apartment and back to the bedrooms.  I nod to the second door and as we get close to it, I reach down and open the door.

The bedroom is not large, but large enough for a queen size bed and a chest of drawers.  I painted it a muted blue on three walls and navy blue on the fourth.  There is a double hung window with white sheers and light blue curtains, which are pulled shut.  The room is darkened, but since it’s still mid-afternoon, there is enough light coming in.  There is a patterned area rug covering the faux wood floors.  One of Grans quilted spreads is on the bed. There’s a 24-inch Samsung HDTV on the chest and a ceiling fan rotating on low.  On one of my nightstands are a couple Men’s Health magazines.  I enjoy the articles and have dove-tailed a few of the weight training articles. 

Franco walks right to the bed and dumps me onto it.  As he takes off his tank, I get off the bed and remove the quilt.  He raises an eyebrow and I say, “A special woman made it for me.  I’m not going to ruin it by have sex on top of it and damaging it.”  He nods in approval.  After I fold it up and put it in the corner, I turn to see Franco in another most muscular.  My dick, which had slightly softened, rises back to full mast, as does his. 

I walk up to him, cup my hands onto his face and give him a long sloppy kiss.  I move my hands from his face to his neck and then down his back, around his wide shoulders.  I feel his traps and back muscles are flexed as well.  He stands up and moves his hands back to my ass.  I feel him spread my cheeks and a finger gently rubs the area around my hole. We continue to kiss.  I push my tongue into his mouth and deposit spit and proceed to spread it around.  He welcomes it and uses his tongue to wash it around too. 

I feel a finger probe my hole and apply pressure, looking for access.  I relax my ass and his first knuckle enters.  It feels big, but good.  I squirm and he kisses me harder, then presses another knuckle into me.  He flexes both his arms and I feel the pressure on my rib cage.  He’s showing off his strength again.  My unit responds and flexes, bouncing between our embraced bodies.  I feel another blob of pre-cum escape and coat our abs.  He moans and forces another knuckle into me.  I try to relax a bit more, but it’s getting more difficult.

We break our kiss for a moment and come up for air.  I move my hands from his back, up to his neck again.  His traps are like mountains on top of his shoulders.  They make his neck look tiny, but I know that’s not the case.  I lift my right leg and wrap it around his waist, giving him easier access to my hole.  It sits on the shelf he calls and ass.  He pushes his finger all the way in.  I lean my head onto his left shoulder blade and sigh. 

He coos softly to me, “That’s right Ty, accept my finger.”  He starts to move it in and out of my hole.  I clench and release my hole to match his movements.  “Oh yeah, muscle man going to have fun with your body today.”  I lift my other leg and wrap it around his body. 

I whisper to him, “Come on muscle man, show me what you got.  I know you’ve been wanting to all day.”  I move back, look him in the eyes, and go in for a deep messy kiss.  He gets into it.  His finger is now moving in and out of me at a quickening pace.  I grunt a few times.  He moves backwards to the bed and sits on the edge. I still have my legs wrapped around him.  He removes his finger from my ass.  He grabs me by my hips, and I untangle my ankles.  He stands up and lifts me up, his arms barely flexing with my added weight.  He cracks a grin.  He sets me down and then lays on the bed. 

“You want to see some real strength?” He asks cockily.  I nod once.  “Come here and lay across my chest.”  I comply, knowing what he’s going to do.  I feel him maneuver his hands on my body, looking for the spots where my weight will be evenly distributed.  He finds them quickly, one hand goes in the middle of my chest, the other between my crossed legs.  He immediately pushes me up into a press position, without so much as a grunt.  I put my hands behind my back, so my weight is kept to a small a bundle as possible.  He holds me up and adjusts his fingers, spreading his palms.  Once he’s satisfied, he begins his bench press set.  He lowers me and raises me up several times.  My head swims.  My dick stiffens.  On one downward movement, I sense him adjust my position and then feel his lips engulf my unit.  He sucks on it, washing it with saliva.  He pushes up and it comes out of his mouth.  He says, “Just the way I like them, long, veiny, and pulsing with blood.”  I take several deep breaths as he holds me up.  “Remember Ty, don’t cum yet, we’re just getting started.”  He lowers me and swallows my dick again.  This time my body comes to rest on his face.  My dick is completely in his mouth and half away down his throat.  I feel his tongue lapping at my invading unit, covering it with moisture. I hear him inhale the musk of my pubic hairs.  He shakes his head from left to right, rattling my dick in his mouth like a dog playing with a stuffed toy.  He starts to press me up again, but very slowly.  His starts sucking on my dick feverishly, trying to draw the cum out of me.  I fight the urge to release.  He extends his arms quickly and my unit comes out of his mouth with an audible pop.  “Oh yeah, great stamina kid.”  I feel his tongue lap at the tip of my unit.  A bulb of pre-cum drops out and into his open mouth.  “Mmmm, nice and salty.”  He presses me several more times just to show me he can, then he spins me around and drops me.  

I land on top of him, my face near his, my chest on his, my rock-hard dick next to his mammoth unit.  I can feel it pulsing, wanting to be released, but I know only he will decide when we both cum.  We’re both getting sweaty.  Moisture is rolling off his forehead and off my chest.

He pulls his arms into a double bicep pose on the bed.  I absently reach for them and wrap my fingers around them and mash the muscle as best I can, due to their slickness.  As I do this, I lean up a bit and rub my chest on his.  Nipple to nipple.  Mine are super sensitive, I wonder if his are too?  I take a chance and stop worshipping his arms and move my hands to his nips.  I tentatively grab one and flick the head between my thumb and index finger.  He lets out a low moan. ‘Gotcha’, I think to myself.

I grab his other nip and do the same thing.  He moans again and I feel his unit expand and press into my abs. I entwine my legs with his so he will have a harder time getting me off him.

I really start to torture his nipples.  I twist them violently in opposite directions, then try to pull them off his chest.  He closes his eyes and just grins.  “Come on Ty, I thought you had some muscle on those piddly little arms of yours.” He opens his right eye and winks at me, then closes it again.  “Do it again, and do it like you mean it or I’ll show you what real nipple worship is like.” The gruffness in his voice has returned.  I take my left hand off his right nipple and lean down.  I take it into my mouth and coat the nip with a healthy dose of warm saliva. I continue to massage his left one with my right hand.  I use my lips to suck on the tip, then rake my teeth over it, softly chewing on it.  After a bit I decide to take another step forward and I bite it, hard.  I grab it between my upper and lower front teeth and jerk my head back an inch.  He grunts.  I’ve hit a nerve.  I do it again and also thrash my head from side to side. “Now you’re getting the hang of it.”  He says as if he were asking me where the bathroom is.  Just calm and relaxed.  I bite harder and feel like I’m going to draw blood.  I slap at his left nip with my right hand.  I haul back and punch his chest.  My hand stings when it hits his plate like pec.  He laughs.  I feel his unit expand a bit.  I punch him again and another bite at his right nip.  I wash my tongue over it again and spread the spit all over his right pec and up towards his neck. 

I undo my legs and scoot up his body a bit.  I feel his dick pop out from under me.  I can feel it’s standing straight up as it’s rubbing against my ass crack.  He flexes it forward and into my crack.  I push my ass back and he flexes his hips, raising them off the bed so his unit slides up and down the length of my crack.  I sigh.

He moves his dick toward my hole, pushing, trying to enter me.  I clench my hole and stop nibbling on his nipple.  I clench my hole harder as he tries to force his way into me.  I put my hands on his chest, press myself upward and say, “Not without protection.”

He opens his eyes, stares at me with a nasty look on his face and says, “I only do bareback.”

I push myself off him and resolutely say, “Then we’re done here.”  I get off the bed.  I look on the ground for my underwear.  I find them and begin to slip them on.  I hear him climb off the bed behind me.

I hear him gruffly say, “I’m sorry you feel that way Ty.”  I sense something is wrong and feel his presence again, “Because I get what I want.”  He grabs my arms and pulls them behind me, causing me to wince in pain.  He continues to pull on them.  It feels like he wants to pull my upper arms out of the shoulder sockets.  I try flexing to pull them forward a bit, to ease the stress, but his grip is too strong. 

He pulls me backward to his body.  I can feel the heat coming off him and can smell his sweat.  As he continues to pull me, I make contact with his body.  His dick is still erect and is now pressing into my crack again.

He calmly says, “I really wanted to do this the easy way Ty, but I will get into your ass one way or another.” I take a few deep breaths and my mind starts to churn on what I can do to get out of this.  As I think, he rubs his cock in my ass crack channel, adding some spit occasionally.  As he continues to get ready to enter me, I get the slightest sensation he has loosened his grip.  I do not react right away. He moves his body away from me an inch or two and loosens his grip a bit more.  I have an opening and am going to take it.  It may not be the manliest way to get out of the situation, but it should work.

I relax my body completely and let it go slack. Due to the slickness of both our bodies I fall thru his hands and slide to the floor.  Franco tries to grab me by my waist and hoist me up, but I let my 210-lb body become dead weight.  He stands over me and just stares down at me.  He puts his massive hands on his hips, elbows flared out, his chest puffed out, looking at me trying to figure what to do.

He barks, “Get up!” and swings his leg into my rib cage.  I see it coming and steel my body.  His leg bounces off me. “Humph.” He swings his other leg at me.  As it connects with my body, I reach out and grab it around his calf muscle.  He’s shocked, “What the…?” I jerk on his leg, his other leg slips on the carpet, upsetting his balance.  His arms flail to the sides as he tries to maintain his balance.  The bigger they are, the harder they fall.  I yank again as hard as I can and he topples backward.  His body glances off the side of the bed and down past the wooden frame.  He lands hard on his right side, his right arm under him.  His head hits the floor and I can hear it make contact with faux wood thru the carpet.  It makes an ugly banging sound.  I scramble to my knees and check to see if he’s ok.  He’s breathing, but is dazed. 

I get up and head to the living room, and my shorts.  I pull my phone out and send Jay a message, just the number twelve.  He knows what it means. I gather up all the clothes and head back to the bedroom. 

Franco is still on the floor, but is leaning up on his right elbow, his left hand on his forehead.  I stand in the doorway, not wanting to get too close to him and toss his clothes at him. “Fucker.” He says thru clenched teeth.  His anger is growing.  He pushes himself to his knees. He blinks his eyes a few times to help clear any cobwebs.  His flaccid dick is hanging between his legs like a hose.  I didn’t realize how big he was.  He catches me staring and taunts me, “Yeah, you like my firehose?”  An evil smirk crosses his face.  It starts to grow again, as if he is willing it to get bigger.  He flexes it once or twice just to show off.

I take my eyes off it and look him in his eyes.  I calmly say, “Get out.”  He stands up and takes a step toward the clothes on the floor.  He gathers them up.  I loosen my body, getting it ready in case he decides to try something.  He sits on the edge of the bed and starts to pull on his underwear.  He stands to pull it all the way up and takes some extra time arranging his dick in it, making sure I get a good look at its size and girth.  I keep my gaze on his head.  He stares back at me and slowly squats down to get his shorts.  As he stands, he whips them in my direction. I half expected this, but did not expect him to move as quickly right after them.  They hit me in my chest and my hands come up to push them aside.  He is on me and wraps his massive arms around my body and we tumble into the hallway. 

He lands on top of me, knocking the wind out of me.  He starts to squeeze.  I can feel his biceps tightening around my back.  He rears his head back and brings it down to mine, headbutting me on my forehead, dazing me even more.  I see stars.  Through the stars, I see him grinning at me.  He knows he has the upper hand.  I blink a few times to make the stars go away.  I shake my head from side to side. It’s getting harder to breath. He loosens his arms a bit, slides down my body, and headbutts me in my sternum.  I yell, “Fuck.”  It hurt like hell.  I try to knee him in the groin, but only succeed in catching his massive thigh.  Hey chuckles. He on the other hand, has no problem bringing his left knee into my groin.  I howl in pain and start to see more stars.  I feel darkness encroaching.  I shake my head again to try to get rid of some of the stars.  I need to stay conscience. He lets out a hoarse laugh.

I try to flex my hips upward to flip him off me.  I manage to raise my body up an inch or two. He takes a trick out of my book and lets his full weight fall onto me as we fall.  His huge chest is pressing into me.  Breathing is becoming harder.  He leans down and meanly whispers to me, “You don’t need to be awake for me to do what I want, but it would be nice if you were, so I could enjoy hearing you groaning in pain from my massive unit destroying your insides.”  He laps at my nose.  I try to quickly headbutt him, but he moves away.  He raises his midsection off me about 6 inches and then lets it come crashing down onto me again.  My breath is knocked out of me. “Ty, stop fighting me, you won’t win. I’m too strong for you.”  He’s probably right.  I try to squirm around under him.  He knees me in the groin again. I howl again and start to thrash around.  He headbutts me, connecting with my chin.  My teeth crash together and pain spasms throughout my head.  Through his underwear I can feel his dick is back to full mast and is rubbing the inside of my legs. 

I faintly hear a key in the front door, but cannot be sure. 

Franco is too focused on me.  I try to twist from side to side underneath him again.  He jostles my body a bit and lifts my back off the ground.  He gets his massive arms around me again.  He stands up and pulls me off the ground and up to his chest.  He applies a cruel bearhug and starts to squeeze my remaining strength from me.  I feel his unit between my legs and it’s growing even bigger, stretching his boxers.  I guess he gets excited when he is doing strength moves.  I let my body go slack again, but his grip on me is too tight.  “Not this time Ty.” He snarls. 

I hear Jay’s voice from behind me. “Let him go.” There’s steel in it.

I see Franco look over my shoulder.  “Oh, it’s you.”  He says in a conversational tone, as if he were not squeezing the life out of me. “I wanted to meet you, but Ty wasn’t, how should I put it, keen on us making acquaintances.”  He politely says, “I’m Franco.  And your name is?” 

“My name is not important.”  Jay’s voice has an edge of anger in it.  “You will let Ty go and leave.”

He flexes his arms again and I feel more pain.  “Not yet we’re not done. Now run along, we’re busy here.”

“I don’t think so.”  I hear Jay’s boots on the carpet.  He walks down the short hallway to us.  I feel his hands take a hold of Franco’s and start to pull them apart, breaking the bearhug.  Franco tries to flex harder, tensing his body to keep the bearhug.  It does not work.  He’s outmatched by Jay’s strength. I fall to the ground, in a heap as the hug is broken and Franco’s arms are spread apart.  Jay sidesteps me, pushing Franco backward into the bedroom.  I look up to see Franco’s face is contorting in pain and surprise.  From my angle on the floor, Jay’s body starts to block out Franco’s, even though they are probably the same size.  Jay releases Franco’s hands and puts his hands on hips and starts tapping his foot.  “Finish getting dressed Franco, you’re leaving in one minute.  I’d prefer you be fully dressed when you leave, but I will toss you out half naked if I have to.”  I move a bit to one side so I can see both of them sizing each other up.

I see Franco move a step closer to Jay, cock an eyebrow, and whisper, “You and what army are going to move me bud?”  He inflates his chest and looks up and down Jay’s body.  His pecs become steel plates, he tenses his biceps and legs, just to show off his size.  His dick also inflates a bit in response to his own flexing, narcissist.

Jay, not impressed by any of it, leans in and whispers back, “Just me, an army of one.”  I stagger to my knees and see Franco and Jay are staring each other down.

Franco takes a fake swing at Jay, who doesn’t flinch.  A few seconds later he takes another one.  Jay stands ramrod still.  His breathing is calm.  I can see his chest raising and lower at an even rate.  Franco puts his right index finger on Jay’s chest and pushes.  Jay doesn’t move. 

Their staring at each other goes on for what seems like forever. 

“5 seconds ‘BUD’.”  Jay emphasizes the last part.  Franco doesn’t more.  The silent countdown begins. 

It gets to 2 and Franco takes a swing at Jay’s midsection.  Jay flexes and Franco’s hand bounces off him.  Franco shakes his hand in pain and flexes his fingers.  He quickly swings his other hand and Jay catches it midair and squeezes.  His face contorts in pain.  Jay releases it and takes a step forward.  Franco brings both hands together and swings them like an ax.  He hits Jay square in the chest and Jay flinches.  A look of surprise comes over both their faces.  Jay says, “You do have a little power.”

“More than you think, buddy.”  Franco comes at him again, but Jay is ready this time.  As Franco’s ax swing comes down at Jay, he flexes his whole body.  He looks like a statue, just standing completely still, every muscle tensed and unmoving.  Franco hits him with everything.  I would be down for the count.  He bounces off.  He stares at Jay unbelieving. “What…?” He shakes his body to ease the pain he must be feeling.

“Really?” Jay shakes his head.  “Let me show you how it’s done.”  Quick as a flash he reaches out his right arm and grabs Franco’s head, brings him into a side headlock, bending him over at his waist.  He balls his left fist and draws it back a foot.  “Ready?”  And before there is an answer, he lets his fist coming flying around his body and into Franco’s flexed midsection, lifting him 6 inches off the ground. “Oomph…” Is all Franco can muster. 

Jay keeps him in the headlock.  He cocks his fist for one more swing.  Time slows down and as his fist comes around.  As it connects with Franco’s abs, I see the muscle collapse and his fist move further in.  Jay lets go of the headlock and Franco collapses to the floor.  He lifts his head in my direction and I wink at him.  His eyes slowly close.

Jay steps over him, kneels downs collects his clothes.  He stands, walks to me, helps me up, and steadies me with his left hand and forearm.  We walk to the living area.  I fall onto the sofa.  He looks down, cracks a grin, and shakes his head, “You should have let me help you with your inclines.”  He tosses Franco’s clothes on the arm of the sofa, turns, and heads back down the hallway.  I hear him grunt as he lifts Franco.  A moment later he is back in the room, Franco over his shoulder.  “What’s he driving?”  He collects his clothes off the arm.

“The black Dodge out front.” He nods and turns to the door.  “Need any help?”  I ask sheepishly.

He pauses and politely says, “No, I’ve got this.  I’ll be right back.”  He opens the door walks out and purposefully bangs Franco’s head on the door jamb.  “Oops, my bad.”  He says sarcastically.   I hear his footsteps recede.  The next sound I hear his Franco being dumped in the back of his pickup.  Jay walks back into the apartment a moment later.

He sits next to me and looks me in the eyes and asks with complete concern, “You ok buddy?”  I nod slowly. “You’ve never sent me a ‘12’ before.  It must have gotten out of hand.” I nod again.  He puts his hand on my neck and softly massages it.  “What do you want to do with him?” 

I think for a minute.  “If I do nothing, he will probably do this to someone else.  Someone who doesn’t have a buddy to come help him out.”  Now it’s Jay’s turn to nod.  “Let me get dressed and I can drive him to the police station and file a complaint.”

“You are not going alone.” I open my mouth to protest and he raises an eyebrow as a challenge. 

“Ok.” I say.

He pats me on the shoulder, “I knew you’d make the right choice.”

[Psuace]

Part 8, The Wait.  

Happier days are coming for the guys.  Next few chapters are more lighthearted.

 

I’d felt gross.  I hadn’t shaved or showered in a day or so.  I’d kept a bedside vigil ever since Max came out of surgery a few days ago. Nothing was going to tear me away from my Curly, my reason for living. Ty finally convinced me to take a break and at least get something decent to eat.  I went back to the beach house and took a quick shower and grabbed a couple power bars and protein shake and was back at the hospital within an hour.  I’ve been here ever since.  I only take breaks to Skype with Max’s family.

I stare into the laptop computer screen from the hospital waiting room and Ro and Shae are looking back at me from their dining room table.  I see Max’s mother, Sofia, in the background, also staring at me.  Her eyes are red and puffy, but she’s putting on a brave face for the boys.  I didn’t want to leave Max alone, but they desperately wanted to talk to me.  It was the best solution we could come up with.  I also didn’t want them to see Max lying in the bed.  It may have been too much for them.

 “Max is going to be fine.”  I say, but their looks tell me they don’t believe me.  Max’s dad, Jerry, is with me as are Gran and Ty.  Ty puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes, letting me know I have his support.

“When is going to wake up?”  Shae asks with a twinge of angst in his voice.  Ro nods his head in agreement.  Their mother turns away, already knowing the answer.

I sigh.  Same question every day. “I’m sure it’ll be soon buddy.  The docs say it could be anytime, or it may be a few days.”  I put on a huge smile and cheerfully say, “He is getting stronger every day. His color is back and I’m waiting for him to wake up and start bossing me around.”  They smile at the image. “The knife only nicked his spleen.”  I don’t mention the amount of blood loss that occurred from it.  Larry’s switchblade also cut a couple veins and arteries, which increased the blood loss.

His parents know the whole story.  I called them from the hospital as soon as I could, and Jerry drove thru the night to the beach hospital to be with me.  He arrived in the wee hours and we talked for hours.  He was not judgmental or accusatory, but he had the parental look meaning he felt Max has been through a lot since we began dating.  Ty got Gran and drove down the next day. 

Max was in surgery through the night and was only in real danger right after been stabbed. I called 911 right after knocking Larry unconscious.  I applied pressure to the wound site and stemmed the blood loss as much as I could.  911 sent the police and an ambulance.  I gave my statement while pacing the ER floor.  The cops did not take me to the station for further questioning.  I guess my 6’3”, 260lb size and the ‘I’m not leaving my boyfriend look’ gave them reason to let me be.  Larry is back in jail.  Enough said on that matter. 

Max is my only concern right now.  The coma he slipped into while in surgery came as a surprise to the doctors.  They guessed his body needed to protect itself due to the loss of blood and lack of oxygen.  That was 3 days ago.  He’s been on monitors ever since.  The docs are confident he’ll be fine when he comes out of it, but they do not know exactly when that’ll be. 

“Come on guys.”  I say jocularly, to break the silence, “How is lacrosse going?  Are you guys ruling the field?”  Ro glances to Shae then back to the screen.  “Well?”  I say questioningly.

Sofia puts her hands on their shoulders, and they get up and leave the dining room.  She sits and looks into the camera.  “Jay, the boys are a bit upset, so their father and I decided it may good for them to take a break until Max wakes up.”  I catch my breath and she sees it. “Dear,” she says softly, presumably for only me to hear. “They aren’t taking this well, especially on the heels of what happened a few months ago.  They aren’t sleeping well or eating.  We think if they tried to play in a game, they may get hurt or worse, take their frustrations out on an opponent.”  I nod silently in agreement.  “I spoke to their coach and he agreed.   Once Max is awake and doing better, they will be allowed to play again.”

“Sofia, I’m so sorry.”  She waves it off. 

“You just make sure my baby gets better.”  Tears are forming in her eyes and I feel them in mine.  She puts her hand on the screen, and I do the same.  “Love you.” And she ends the call. 

I sit back, close my eyes, and take a few deep breaths. 

Gran speaks up, “Tyler, take him home and make sure he gets a real shower.”  My eyes snap open and I turn to her and open my mouth to start to protest.  She just raises an eyebrow at me.  I close my mouth.

Ty just says, “Yes Gran.”

The police sealed off our bedroom but are allowing us to use the rest of the house.  I’ve got to thank Kenny and Stu for calling in that favor. 

As I walk up the stairs, I see the spot where the Robert Kennedy picture had hung.  It was a great painting of the local lighthouse.  Kenny had picked it out.  Now the space is empty.  The picture fell and the glass shattered when I bumped the wall as I ran up the steps when I heard Max cry out.  I relive those heart stopping moments.  Seeing Larry choking Max with a towel then putting a switchblade into his left side was agonizing.  I would have killed Larry, except Max needed me.  Seeing him fade into unconsciousness all but ripped me apart.  I thought I had lost him.  From the time I called 911 until they arrived, I cradled Max, not wanting to move him, for fear of causing more harm.  Larry on the other hand, I could have thrown out the bedroom window without a second thought.

I come out of my reminiscing and find I am standing naked in the shower with scalding hot water pouring over me.  I have no idea how I got here.  I slump to the floor and sit for a while, with the shower still going.

Time passes and the next thing I know Ty is sitting next to me and the shower is off.  His left arm is around my shoulder. “You ok buddy?”

“It was like seeing Ming again.”  I whisper.  “Or when Max broke his arm.”

“I know.” He responds softly, “I know.”  He does know.  He was with me for both and helped me through both with his support. 

“It’s not fair.”  He squeezes my shoulder again.  “It’s…just…not…fair.”  And I feel the tears begin to swell.  I let them flow.  Ty does not move.  He puts his right hand on my forearm. 

Time passes again.  I wake to find myself in a bed, naked.  The sheets are damp.  It’s still bright out, but the light is fading as the sun is on the western side of the house and is setting.  I lay on the bed, half covered by the top sheet, and stare at the ceiling.  There’s small crack in the drywall in the corner and I see a cobweb. The room is smaller than the bedroom Max and I usually stay in.  These walls seem closer and are painted a dull yellow.  The ceiling fan is smaller too.  There is only one dresser and no attached bathroom.  There a few Michelle Kennedy ceramic tile photos propped up on the dresser. 

 

There are a couple pictures on the walls of all our friends and us.  As I take a closer look from my position on the bed, one of the photos is of Max and myself from a few years ago.  Kenny and Stu had thrown a house party to celebrate their anniversary and Max and I came down as well as Ty and his then boyfriend, Evan. In the photo, I have my arm draped over Max’s right shoulder and my head is down next to his left ear.  He’s got his whole face smile going on and looks incredible in a skintight blue and white striped tank top and dark red board shorts.  I see some curly chest hair popping out of top of the shirt and he’s got a great tan.  He’s doing a double ‘V’ sign with his hands on his chest, and his tongue is sticking out. That’s my Max, the life of the party.   I’ve got a goofy grin on my face and look ok in my oversized t-shirt and blue shorts.  I’ve got my straw hat on to protect me from the sun.   

Another photo shows us on the beach calf deep in the waters.  I have him propped up on my right shoulder and I’m flexing my left bicep. I remember that day too.  Ty and Davey had come with us for an overnight trip.  We ate too much and spent too much time on the beach.  I burned that day, but Max, as always, just got a deeper, darker tan. 

Ty and I had a contest to see who could curl their boyfriend the most times in a minute.  Ty did an impressive 25 curls with Davey.  I edged him out by doing 27 with Max.  Davey cried foul saying Max weighed less than he did.  I said ok and we redid the challenge with me curling Davey and Ty curling Max.  He did 23, but I did 28.  Davey seemed more than satisfied and let Ty know he was still his shiny black knight by massaging his biceps.

To celebrate our victory, I hoisted Max onto my shoulder.  He pointed his hands pointing over my head at my bicep and his mouth is a big “O”, showing he’s impressed with the size of the muscle.  We’re both shirtless and I can just see the bulge of his erection.   I smile and see I have a slight erection too. 

I hear voices downstairs.  They’re muffled and low, but I can make out Gran’s voice over the others.  I also smell sauce and garlic bread.  Jerry must be cooking.

I get out of bed, toss on some gym shorts and a t-shirt, grab the photos, and head down.

I hear Gran countering a question Jerry asked with, “How can you blame Jason for his?”  I emerge from the stairwell, all heads turn to me, and everyone goes quiet.

I quietly say, “Please, don’t stop on my account.”  I face Max’s dad and continue, “Jerry, yes, I feel completely responsible for what has happened to Max, now and in the past.”  His eyes remain focused on me, but I can see the pain in them.  “If I could take back what happened 6 years ago, I would, but then I would have never met Max and spent 6 wonderful years with him.” He opens his mouth to say something, but Gran gives him a sharp look.  He remains silent.  “Have I been the best boyfriend to him, I dunno.”  Gran looks at me with a raised eyebrow.  I correct myself, “I’m sorry, ‘I do not know’.”  She nods.  “But I have tried my best and so has he.”  I put the photos on the counter and place my hands on it too, more to support me.  The next part of the conversation won’t be easy for any of us.  “He helped my thru a few of the darkest periods in my life and I, him.” Jerry nods. “Has it been enough, I would hope so?”  Jerry’s eyes relax a bit.  “I’d like to show everyone two photos, both taken while Max and I were here at the beach house.”  I look to Ty and say, “You’ll remember both times.”

I pass the photos to Jerry and Gran.  Jerry takes one look at the one with Max on my shoulder and cracks a quick grin.  He passes it to Gran and takes the other.  I see a tear in his eye.  “That’s my boy, life of the party, center of attention.”  They hand them back to me and I grin at them as well.

After a moment, I softly say, “Yes, sir, that he is.”  I stand there pensively, take a few breaths, look at the photos again, run my thumb along Max’s cheek in one of the photos, and then continue, “When I first saw Max 6 years ago, Shawn and his buddies were trying to force him into a van and would have done him a great amount of harm.”  Everyone nods in agreement. “I had to do something.”  I look at Jerry, “Even if it had not been Max being pushed into that van, I would have interceded. But it was Max.  And after all was said and done that night, I was out, and we started our journey together.”  I pause and remember that night as if it were yesterday.  The shower, the feel of his hands on my chest, and the tenderness he showed me when I was most confused.  I slowly softly say, “Your son, my Curly, my meaning for living, could see right through me and knew what I was going through.  He did a few unorthodox things to help me,” I chuckle to myself, “but when the dust settled, we knew right then and there; we were meant to be with each other, forever.”  Jerry sighs.  Gran smiles and winks at me.  I sit down onto a stool.  I feel tired again. 

Ty nods in agreement and adds, “When Jay came back home after that weekend, I could tell right away he was a changed man, and not because he was out, but because of Max.” Ty looks at me and I nod ok as I know where he’s going with this.  He continues, “Jay’s sexuality was something he held very close to his chest, not allowing too many people to know the struggle he was having finding himself.  In a short 2 days Max showed Jay it was ok for him to be himself, whoever that happened to be, and not worry what others thought about him.”   He looks at Jerry and says, “Your son is one of the finest men I know.  He has helped Jay, me, my boyfriend Davey, and all our friends in so many ways.  He never talks about what he does, he just does it and from what I can gather, it’s because of you and Sofia.”  Jerry looks at the floor.  Gran walks over to him and hooks an arm around his waist and hugs him.  Ty continues, “I’m not trying to persuade or influence your thoughts, because I know you too well, but you knew Max being gay was going to be tough on him and on your family.”  Jerry looks up, there are tears in his eyes, “He was going to run into people who do not like the kind of lifestyle he lives.  I’m sorry that this particular group of people just won’t leave us or him alone, but hopefully this is the end of it.”  I nod in agreement.

Jerry quietly asks, “What if it’s not?”

Gran forcefully says, “Then we continue to deal with it.”  Jerry looks at her astonished.  She softens her tone a bit and glances to Ty, “Jerry, as Tyler said, not everyone in the world likes gay people.  You’ve known that for a very long time and raised Maxwell to know it too.” He continues to look into her steely grey eyes, “Should you stop worrying about it? Of course not, I don’t, but I don’t obsess over it.”  She waves her hand at us and says, “I know Jason, Maxwell, Tyler, and all their friends have a wonderful support system in place.  You and I are part of that.”  She puts her hand on his chest. “Please don’t get cold feet now.”  She pats him a few times and sarcastically says, “You just try to put Maxwell into a box or room to protect him.  You let me know how that works out.”  She looks into Jerry’s eyes and raises an eyebrow.

Jerry closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and lets it out. “You’re right, all of you.”  He opens his eyes and walks to me.  “You are the best thing that has happened to Max.  I could say more, but I’d just end up repeating myself.”  He hugs me.  “Max loves you.  Sofia and I love you, and Ro and Shae adore you.” 

“And I love you guys as well.”

“We know.”  He breaks the hug and wipes away a few tears.  I do the same.

We have a quiet pasta dinner.  Afterwards Gran insists I go back to bed.  If there is any news regarding Max, they’ll let me know.  I don’t put up much of an argument.

I head up to the small bedroom and look around.  Not much to see or do, especially without Max, and I do need the rest.  I lay on the bed.  It’s lumpy and has a thin mattress.  I stare at the ceiling fan and try to move my eyes in a circle, following one of the blades.  I get bored after a few minutes.  I look the photos again.  I grin and absently run my thumb over Max’s cheek and drift off to sleep.

I wake with a start and bolt upright in the bed.  Where am I, where’s Max? I realize it’s morning.  I close my eyes, lay back down, and take several deep breaths. Bedroom, hospital, beach house.  I relax.

I put my arms behind my head and flex my biceps out of habit.  At this point in our daily routine, Max would be snuggling next to me, fingers wrapped around one of my arms, slowly massaging it, or gently caressing the trace amount of hair on them.  He’d already have a woody going on and I’d be getting one. 

I close my eyes and imagine Curly next to me, his warm body pressed against me.  His hairy chest rubbing against my hairless side stimulating me.  He’s slipped a hand under the sheet and down to my crotch and gently plays with my dick and balls. 

I hum and find I’ve moved my left hand to my dick.  I start a slow stroke. 

I hear Max in my head saying. “Come on Muscles, flex for me, show me the full 23 inches, make me groan.”  I flex my right bicep and turn my head to lick the veins on it.  “Mmm, nice big guy.  Keep flexing, just for me.” 

I flex even harder and start to pull on my dick a bit quicker.  It feels good, but not the same without Max.

In my mind Max is now straddling me, knees are next to my rib cage, and his ass splayed on my midsection with my shaft trapped between us. He’s got his left hand on my right bi and is massaging it, trying to dent the muscle.  I flex harder to frustrate him.  He leans down and kisses me on the lips.  His soft lips press against mine.  His light beard tickles my cheeks.  I squirm a bit. He flicks his tongue out and coats both our lips with his saliva.  It’s warm and bubbly. We kiss for a few minutes as he keeps massaging my arms and rubbing his body against mine, his full weight on top of me.  It feels wonderful.  I feel some pre-cum escape me and it joins what he’s leaking.  He bobs his head back and forth from my lips and I purse them when he lowers to meet me.  He gazes into my blue eyes and seems to get lost.  His brown eyes glaze over and he puts his hands on the sides of my head and lowers for a long passionate kiss.  His legs squeeze my ribs as his body tightens due to the excitement.

I hum again and quicken my tugging.  I slobber on my bicep and use my tongue to slop it around as much of it as I can.

Max leans back up and puts both hands on my chest, which I instinctively flex for him.  He tugs a nipple and then moves his left hand behind him, raking the side of my body sexually with his fingernails, and positions my dick at his hole.  He raises up a bit and then slowly lowers himself onto my shaft.  It’s his turn to hum and moan.  The moan is low, from his gut, and long, indicating his utter pleasure in feeling me completely inside him.  When he hits bottom, he wiggles left and right a bit to make sure I’m in him as much as possible.  I flex my hips and buck my ass off the mattress, pressing just a bit more into him.  He takes it like a man and tightens his sphincter to a vice like grip. His abs and chest come into relief as he exerts himself.  I reach up and massage his chest and abs, gently tugging on his nipples. He flexes his chest a bit harder and my dick responds with a twitch.  I blow a breath of warm air over his abs.  He smiles and blows a kiss to me.  I flex my dick and suddenly he’s got a cockeyed smile on his face. The feeling is incredible as he attempts to tighten his grip on my dick with his ass.  I lower my ass to the bed.  Once we’re both settled and he is breathing easier, he slows lifts off my dick, raising his body onto his knees, while keeping the vice like grip.  It’s like he’s trying to pull my cum out of me by suction.  I rake my fingers over the pillows in utter pleasure and tightly close my eyes.  I want to put my hands on his hips, take over, and slam his ass into my midsection, but that would ruin his pleasure.  I let him continue and endure the tremendous stimulation he is causing me.  He relaxes his ass and slides back down.  I let out a huge breath, grateful I was able to withstand his torture.  A few seconds later, he starts the process over again.  I smile with my eyes still closed.  I feel him bang his fists onto my chest and I flex them into granite slabs.  He pounds on them continuously. I giggle and say, ‘Come on Curly, put some of your new muscle behind your punches. I want to feel you hitting me.’  He angerly says, ‘Shut it Muscles.’  Suddenly the punching stops.  I feel his fingers grab my nipples and pull them violently. I hum again. It feels wonderful.  I run my tongue over my lips.  He flicks the nipples and at the same time loosens his ass and starts a vigorous up and down motion. Play time is over, down to business.  I move my knees up to a bent position to make sure he doesn’t fall backward off my dick.  I flex my dick and he emits another moan.  He scoots forward and leans down onto my chest.  He begins to rocket back and forth.  His chest hair is rubbing my hairless chest and abs and his dick is leaking pre-cum all over my abs and his midsection. The feeling of his hairy chest rubbing me sends my brain into overload.  I feel a shiver go down my spine to my balls.  They stir.  He grabs my flexed arms for support and uses them to push and pull himself forward and back.  God it feels good.  My load is building.  I scrunch my face and flex my arms as hard as I can.  He senses the impending torrent and tightens his ass.  I flex my whole body, every muscle coming into relief, and let a loose a roar. My cum explodes out of my dick and into his ass. He braces his arms on my biceps and accepts the load.  I buck my hips towards the end to make sure every ounce is in him.  I feel his lips come down to mine and softly kiss me.  They are still wet, and he inserts his tongue into my mouth.  We kiss for a few moments, then he withdraws.

I relax my entire body and open my eyes.  The room is empty, and my abs, chest, and hand are covered with cum.  There is also a spot or two on my face. I grab some tissues and clean up as best I can and pray the roar was only in my mind. 

I head to the shower and take my time getting ready for the day.  I shave first.  The sad attempt at a beard comes off.  I run my hand over my clean-shaven face.  It was a futile attempt, although Max supported my efforts.  I check my body to see if my privates or pits need to be cleaned up.  Then I brush my teeth, jump in the shower and let the hot water relax my body.  10 short minutes later, I turn the water off and dry off.  I stare at myself in the mirror and silently pray that today is the day he wakes.

I head down to the kitchen and Gran is there with a plate of food for me on the table.  “Good morning Gran.”

“Morning Jason.  Did you sleep well.”

“I slept.”

She glances at me from the stove and says quietly, “Maxwell will be fine, sweetie.”  She comes around the island and takes me into a hug.  I feel her boney arms embrace me and let her squeeze me.  She rests her head on my chest, right below my pecs.  I choke up and sniff back a tear.  She releases me.  “Sit, eat.  No use you withering away to nothing.”

“No chance of that Gran.”  She chuckles at my comment and I smile inwardly.  She’s at her best when she slyly lets me make a joke from one of her comments.   I sit and start to eat.  She lets me know Ty and Jerry left for the hospital a few hours ago.

I look up. She sees my concern and frustration. “We thought it best to let you get as much rest as possible, especially if you plan to be there all day, again.”  She cocks an eyebrow at me.  I nod as I shovel and another fork full of food into my mouth.  “Slow down, Jason.” She says motherly, or grandmotherly in this case, “Maxwell will be there waiting for you, awake or asleep.  There is no need to wolf down your food.  I thought I taught you better.”  Her chastising has the effect she desired. 

I slow down, put the fork down, and take a few breaths. “I’m sorry Gran.”  I start to choke up.  She moves behind me and pats me on my shoulders.

I finish breakfast and take my plate to the sink and clean it.  I clean the pots and pans as well.  Gran dries and stacks them on the counter.  I put them away once we’re done.  I ask, “How long do you need to get ready to go?”

“I’m not coming today.”  She says plainly.  I spin my head to her.  “I think it best if you and Max had some time to yourselves, whether he’s awake or not.  You don’t need an old woman fussing around.  You need to be there for him.” I stare at her and want to say I need her there, for me.  She continues, “If anything happens, Tyler or Jerry can bring me over quite quickly.”  I nod knowing her mind is made up and why she’d doing it.

I go upstairs and get changed.  I pick up Max’s phone to take with me, as I have done every day.  I kiss Gran goodbye, and head to the hospital.

I get to Max’s room and pause outside.  I take a few deep breaths and head in.  Jerry is sitting in a chair off to the side.  Ty is in another one.  Both are reading magazines, which I read thru three times already.  I nod to both.  They look up and Ty very slightly moves his head left and right, meaning no change. 

I pull a chair up to the bedside and sit.  I gently take his right hand into my hands.  It’s warm and feels small.  His chest slowly moves up and down.  He looks so peaceful, just sleeping, but in his coma.  I rub my fingers in circles around the top of his hand.  His skin is so soft and the bit of hair he has on them feels wonderful.  I pull his hand to my mouth and give it a kiss.  I blow warm air on it. 

I sit back in the chair but keep his hand in mine.  I can feel his strong and steady pulse.  I silently pray that today is the day. 

Ty and Jerry get up.  They head to the door.  I watch as Ty comes over and puts his hand on my shoulder.  “I’m just a phone call away.”  I nod. He continues, “I need to check in with Kenny at the gym and Jerry wants to call Sofia while the boys are doing schoolwork.”  I nod again.  He squeezes my shoulder and heads out. 

I pull my phone out and check in with my work.  My boss had said to take all the time I need, but I just want to give him an update.  I also send a text to Max’s boss.  There a bunch of texts and emails from our friends, but Ty is doing great job handling them.  Cam and Ming want to know if they can come down.  I hesitantly send a reply saying not yet. 

I play a few games on my phone to make the time move along, but it seems to drag.

After an hour or so I stand up and stretch.  I close my eyes, push my hands toward the ceiling, and take a few deep breaths.  I feel better.  I turn to sit back down and see Max staring at me.  I stumble a bit and a huge grim comes over my face.  I quietly say, “Curly, you’re back.”  I sit down and put my hand on his face and caress the side of it.  He moves his head toward my hand and nuzzles against it.  I lean over and kiss him on the forehead. 

I grab the beeper and press it, alerting the nurses station.  I see people moving around outside and one of them comes to the room quickly.  As he enters, he sees Max is awake and says, “Welcome back.  You’ve been missed my friend.” 

Max turns to head toward him and smiles.  In typically Max fashion he says, “I was expecting a lot more fuss over me.”  He turns his head slowly from side to side and jokingly says, “I guess the flower stores were closed?”

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Such a touching chapter

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Part 9, He's Back  - a fun chapter.  

 

Max is awake.  My heart leaps for joy.  The attending nurse has come into the room to check on him.

The nurse, whose nametag identifies him as Harry, cracks a smile and walks over to Max.  He checks the readouts on the monitors and fusses with some of the needles.  He looks over to me and asks if I could wait outside for just a moment.  I raise an eyebrow, but he assures me saying, “I just want to run a few memory tests on Max to make sure everything is ok. It would just be easier with fewer distractions.”  He waves his hand up and down my body.  I look to Max and he winks at me.  Harry catches it and blushes.

I head out.  Once in the hallway, I immediately call Ty and let him know Max is awake.  He puts his hand over the phone, and I can hear him tell Gran and Jerry.  I hear them say it’s wonderful.  Ty comes back on the line and asks if they can come over.  I say, “Sure, but can you give it about 30 minutes. The nurse if running some memory tests and I’m not sure how long they will take.”  He says fine.  I ask him to let our friends know too.  He says it’ll all be taken care of.  

Before he hangs up, I hear him walk onto the deck and close the sliders.  He quietly asks, “Everything ok buddy?  Why the tests?” 

“I think so.  The nurse made it sound pretty routine, so I’m ok.”  I take a breath and hope I’m right.

“Ok.  If anything changes or you need anything, call me.  If I don’t hear from you, I’ll see you in 30.”

“Thanks Ty, I really appreciate everything you’ve done.”  I feel my emotions bubbling up.

“That’s what best friends are for.”  I hear his voice crack as well.  He regains his composure and says, “Enough of that mushy shit. Go give your boyfriend a big kiss and then a peck on the cheek from me.”  He says the last part with a huge hint of sarcasm.

“Will do boss.”  I peak in the room and the nurse is still going thru some tests.  I walk away and head to the men’s room.

I finish in the men’s room and head back. Harry is waiting outside the door for me.  I get a good look at him and realize, he’s a pretty big dude. Must be 6’1”, a solid 210lbs.  His shirt is a bit tight around his chest and I can see a few hairs popping out the top of it.  His pants are extra baggy, guessing he does not have chicken legs. His hair is cut extra short and is black, but I see a few flecks of gray in it. He’s sitting in a chair and when he sees me approach, he stands and extends his hand.  We shake and asks me to sit for a minute.  I get nervous.

He sees my trepidation and says, “Max is going to fine.  Sorry for any scare or worries.” I nod.  “When someone wakes from a coma, we like to get to them as soon as possible and check things out.  We just want to see what kind of memory gaps they may have.”

I ask, “Does Max have any?”

“He says the last thing he remembers is being at the beach with you and then getting a shower.  After that, he’s kind of hazy.”  I raise an eyebrow.  “It’s pretty typical for coma patients to be missing some events that occurred right before, so I’m not too worried.  I think in a few days, those memories will come back to him.  Try not to push too hard.  Just talk to him and incorporate it into the conversation.  See how he responds.”  I nod again.

“Can I see him?”

“Sure.” He smiles and we both stand up.  He shakes my hand again and I notice he has a firm grip and there’s a slight bulge in his bicep.  He looks me in the eyes and says, “I also have a boyfriend, so…” 

We release the shake and I say, “Hope he’s just as nice as you have been.”  He winks at me and heads off to the nurses stand.

I stand outside the door for a moment, collect myself, stand up straight, and walk in.  Max watches me enter and winks at me.  I melt and walk to his side.  I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.  My Curly is back.  I want to pick him up and hug him and squeeze him so tightly that I feel I’ll never let him go ever again. I lean down and kiss him on the forehead.  “That’s from Ty.”  He giggles. I see the nurse removed most of his needles and tubes.  I scoot him over on the bed and gently sit down next to him.  He takes my hand in his and kisses it.  He pulls it to his face and puts the palm on his cheek and I softly caress him.  His beard feels good, like puppy or kitten fur. He puts his hand on my cheek and does the same.  His other hand reaches for my arm and his runs his fingers from my forearm to my elbow and back.  I run my fingers thru his hair and tenderly pull thru some of the knots.  He casually shakes his head as I do this, and my fingers end up on the back of his head.  I caress the nape of his neck and massage it with my index finger and thumb.  He lets out a low moan.

“I’ve missed you, big guy.” He says lovingly.  He kisses my wrist.

“Same here Curly.”  I stare into his deep brown eyes.  He looks at me questioningly.  “How do you feel?” I ask. He shrugs his shoulders. “How did the tests go?”  He shrugs again. “The nurse said everything seemed fine and I asked him if he tested the right Curly.”  I raise an eyebrow and Max cracks a grin.

“I feel ok, just a bit tired, even though I’ve been out of it for what, 4 days?”  I nod yes.  “He said the surgery went well and I’ll be fine from that.  My memory though…”  A look of concern washes over my face. “That may take a few days.”  I give him the barest of nods.  “What happened to me Jay?  Tell me the truth, please.”  He chokes up, his brown eyes pleading with me.  I move my hand back to his face and stroke his beard again. “Please.”

“Are you absolutely sure?”  He nods. I quietly say, “It was Larry.”  He closes his eyes. “He must have been watching us all day and when I jumped in the outdoor shower, he followed you upstairs.  I guess you were drying your hair and he twisted the towel around your neck in an attempt to suffocate you.”  Max moves his hand to his neck.  “You fought back, but by the time I got to you, he was holding a switch blade to your side.  You made a move to push it away, but he pushed back, and it went into your side and nicked your spleen.  When he pulled it out, it severed a couple veins and arteries and you lost quite a bit of blood.  The doctors think your body went into a coma, to protect itself.”  I realize I’m no longer looking at Max.  I’m staring at the wall behind him.  I’ve recalled the events in my mind, and I can feel a tear has rolled down my face.  I look back to Max and see he also has a tear on his cheek.  I use my thumb to rub it away.  “Anyway, no need to worry about Larry, he’s behind bars again.” A mild look of relief comes over Max’s face.  “Also, you’re going to have some visitors in a about 10 minutes.” I say checking my watch. 

His face brightens as he asks, “Who?  Oh wait, let me guess.  Ty?” I nod yes. “Anyone else?” I nod yes again. He thinks for a few seconds and assuredly says, “Gran.” Another yes.  “More?” I hold up one finger.  He furrows his brow for a moment then tentatively says, “Davey?”  I nod no.  “Hmmm. I’ll just wait and see.”  I nod ok. 

We sit and talk for a few minutes then there is a soft knock at the door.  I turn to see Gran pushing thru.  She has a huge grin on her face.  Next is Jerry, then Ty.  I turn to Max and once he sees his dad, his eyes brighten, and a smile comes over him.  Jerry walks right up to the bed, leans down to Max, who leans up, and they hug.  Jerry spills a few tears as do Max and I.

Time flies by.  It seems like only 15 minutes have passed, but it’s been 3 hours.  We hear a knock on the door.  Harry pokes his head in, sees all talking and smiling, and says, “Sorry guys, 10 more minutes then I’ll need Max all to myself for a while.”  He winks at Max.  “Max needs some food.  I also need to take him for a CAT scan.” I open my mouth to make a smart remark, but look in Max’s brown eyes, see the love and tiredness, and decide to let it pass.

Everyone files out, but I stay.  Harry heads out too, to give us a bit of privacy.  I sit on the edge of the bed and Max sits up and turns to sit next to me.  I say, “Love you, Curly.”

He puts his left hand on the nape of my neck and strokes the area. “Love you too, Muscles.”   I feel a tingle down below. I put my right arm around his waist and hug him closer.  He leans his head over and puts it on my bicep.  “You going to be ok Jay?”

“Yeah” I say softly.  “You?”

“Only after we’ve done it.  I mean, it’s been, what, 4 days for me.”  I giggle.  He turns his head and kisses me on my bicep, which I flex for him.  “The load I’m going to unleash on your chest will be epic.”  His eyes flare up and his voice gets excited.

“Easy there, stallion.”  I gently pat him on the knee.  “Let’s see what the tests say and how your doctor feels about you getting back on my saddle.”  I squeeze his knee as he runs his fingers around the short hairs on my neck again. I take a few breathes to calm myself and am gratefully when Harry comes back into the room. 

He says, “Max, you ready for the exciting line-up of tests we have planned for you?” He has a huge smile on his face and has a wheelchair in front of him.

Harry wheels Max out and I stay in the room for a few minutes.  I sit on the bed and look at it.  My Max has been in a hospital twice because I couldn’t protect him. I run my hand over the sheets and can smell Max on them.  Not a body odor smell, but the warm loving Max I know.  I vow to myself to do everything possible to protect Max from any more harm.  That means getting my butt back to the gym today and getting back into my routine.  I write Max a note and leave it on the stand next to the bed and head out.

I call Ty and let him know I’m heading to the gym for a workout.  He asks if he can join me.  I say ok but be prepared for an intense session.  He says he’ll grab a change of clothes for me and meet me there in 15 minutes.

We meet in the lobby.  He hands me a gym bag and we head to the locker room.  It’s not Shawn’s gym, which has been closed since he went to jail, but one almost as good.  The locker room is a bit smaller and there is no sauna, but it has everything I need to get sweaty.

We get changed and head to the weight room. It’s fairly empty as it is mid-afternoon.  There are 2 squat racks, 2 flat benches, 1 incline bench, and a decline bench.  There are some other miscellaneous machines, but these will suffice.  There is also a wide variety of free weights ranging from 5lbs to 100lbs. 

I immediately walk to a flat bench and start loading 45lb plates onto it.  Ty gets on the other side and matches me plate for plate.  I lay on the bench, stamp my feet once or twice, close my eyes and see Max in my mind.  I clench my fists and feel like I can twist the bar if I wanted to.  I open my eyes and inhale and exhale twice. I stretch my chest and pinch my shoulders and lift the bar off the rack and let it lower to my chest.  It feels natural.  I do a warm-up set of 225 for 15 reps.  I rack and look up to Ty.  He winks to me.  I get up and he slides onto the bench.  He goes thru the same prep routine as I did and pumps out 15 reps as well. 

He finishes and gets up.  I grab another pair of 45lb plates and slide one onto each side.  I slip back onto the bench and slide under the bar.  I grasp it again and close my eyes.  This time I see Larry.  I take a deep breath erase his image and see Max again.  He’s in his bright blue swim trunks and is flashing his million-dollar grin at me.  I smile, stamp my feet, pinch my shoulders, and heft the bar off the rack.  I punch out another 15 reps.  Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy.  I lean up and flex my chest.  Starting to feel good, slight sweat breaking out on my forehead.  I stand and Ty slips onto the bench.  He does his set and gets up.  He looks at me and I nod back to him.

We each grab another 45lb plate and slide them onto the bar.  405. Nowhere near my max, but I hear Gran in my head saying ‘be smart, don’t overdo it.’  I think to myself; ‘I love you Gran, but this is my time and I need to work out some demons.’ 

Ty sees my slight hesitation and quietly says, “Gran in your head again?”  He knows me too well.  I nod.  “Dude, it’s up to you.”  He glances at the bar and says, “This is a light weight for you, but don’t do something stupid to prove something to yourself.”  I stare into his brown eyes and he continues, “Max is awake and seems to be okay.  Concentrate on that.”  I nod again and slide back onto the bench.  I close my eyes, see Max wink at me, and lift the bar.  It feels light as a feather.  I open my eyes, stare at the ceiling and punch out 10 reps.  As I start on the eleventh, my pace slows.  I think to myself, ‘Not giving up.’  Ty’s hands appear near the bar.  I grunt and force out the twelfth rep.  I feel sweat begin to form on my face and chest.  I lower the bar for the 13^th rep and a bead of water rolls down my cheek.  The bar touches my chest and I start the upward push.  It’s heavy.  I take a gulping breath of air and exhale thru my nose.  Max appears on the ceiling.  He winks at me and smiles.  Suddenly I see Larry behind him with his switch blade.  He impales Max with it and blood comes pouring out.  I lose my concentration and the bar becomes unbalanced. Ty’s hands move quick as a flash and grab the bar and lifts it up with ease.  He racks it and looks down at me.  An eyebrow is raised.  A tear escapes my right eye.  I sit up on the bench and he comes around and pats me on the shoulder.  “Take a break and get something to drink.”  I get up and go the fountain. 

As I walk back, I see Ty’s on his phone, probably reporting to Gran. 

“What did you tell her?”  I ask with a smile.

He blushes and says, “That obvious?”  I nod.  “Just that you’re taking it easy.”

“Liar.”

“But it sounded great in my head.”

“I’m sure it did.”  I nod to the bench and say, “Your turn?”  He says ok and we resume.  He pushes out 10 reps at 405.  We unload the bar and move to an adjustable flat bench.

We raise the back to 45 degrees, and I grab a pair of 65lb dumbbell weights.  Ty grabs a pair of 60’s.  I lay down first and start my set of incline presses.  I pump out 15 reps and let Ty do his set. 

For the next set, I move up to 75lb and Ty goes to 70’s.  We easily move thru the set.  I see he has broken a sweat and I’m feeling it as well.  3^rd set is 90’s for me and 85’s for Ty.  No issues for either of us.  I can feel the burn beginning in my chest and it feels good.  I instinctively flex my pecs and chest and bounce them once or twice.  I turn and see Ty laughing at me.  I raise an eyebrow and he says, “Show off.”  I laugh as well and shrug my shoulders.

Last set. I go hunting for the highest weighted dumbbells I can find.  I see 95’s, but think they must have 100’s or 110’s.  I don’t see them but see one of the trainers wandering around. 

I check the guy out and see his nametag says Jimmy.  Younger, guessing around 20ish, probably still in school, working here part time for some extra cash.  Seems to be in decent shape.  Doesn’t quite fill out shirt in the chest or arms area, but can tell he’s working on it.  Arms look to be around 15 inches, chest about 41 with very pert nipples showing thru the dark blue work shirt. Can’t see his legs as he’s wearing nylon running pants.  He’s got a week’s scruff on his face and has dark green eyes.  He also seems to be on the light side, weight-wise.  Probably 180 but is 6’2” in height.  He sees me looking at him.  I ask, “How’s your training going?”  His eyes go a bit wide and I raise a hand, palm out, to indicate I mean no harm.  “I can kind of tell when guys workout.  I’ve been at it for a number of years and have an eye for picking up on it.”

He responds in a half-assure voice, “Not bad, not bad.”  He checks me out as well. “Looking to put some weight on, both in muscle and regular, but am having a hard time.”

“Yeah, you look a bit thin for someone around 6’2”.  I let my eyes roam over his body, and he sees it. “How many calories are you consuming a day?”

“Close to 2500.”  I shake my head from left to right. 

“Needs to be more and probably more in protein.”  He nods in agreement.  “I’m in town for a few days and would be happy to help you set up a meal plan, if you’d like.”  He nods again. I put my hand out and say, “I’m Jay.”

“Thanks, Jay, that’s very nice of you.”  He takes my hand and shakes.  I can feel him maneuver his fingers around to check out my strength, but let it go.

“I do have a work-related question for you, if you have a moment?”  He nods. “Do you have any dumbbells over 95, like 100 or 110’s?” 

“We do, but they’re not where you’d expect them.” I think to myself, ‘of course not.’  He continues, “They’re over here.”  And he starts to walk to a back corner.  He opens a closet door and inside are the heavier weights for which I was looking.  “We don’t have too many guys your size working out here, so it didn’t make much sense to have these weights taking up space on the floor.”

I spot a pair of 120’s and squat down and get a grip on them.  I slowly raise up, using my legs.  Ah, the weight feels good in my hands.  I hear Jimmy ask, “Need help with them?” 

I turn and see him looking anxious to help me.  “Sure.”  I put one of them done and back out of the closet with the other one in my one hand.  Jimmy goes into the closet, squats down, gets both hands on the weight, and slowly stands up, using his legs.  I think to myself, ‘good man, use your legs and two hands.  No need to show off for me.’  “My buddy and I are right over there.”  I nod my head toward the bench.  We start the walk over and I walk at his pace.  It’s only thirty feet or so, but Jimmy takes his time and doesn’t seem to be bothered by the weight. I don’t say anything, so as to not distract him from the weight.  We get to the bench and I set my weight on the bench and Jimmy follows suit.  Ty is standing nearby and is ready to go.  I make introductions and Jimmy says he’ll be around for a while if we need anything else.  We say thanks as he wanders away.

Ty looks at me with a blank look on his face.  I say with all innocence, “We just struck up a conversation.  I asked what his calorie intake was.” 

Ty laughs at me and says, “You obviously missed the part where he was staring at your chest and arms.”

“No, I caught it, but didn’t want to make a big deal about it.”  He eyes me up, cracks a smirk, and just shakes his head and nods.  I wave at the weights and say, “Can we get back to it.  I have weights to lift and boyfriends to get back to.” 

“Yes, sir.  Shall I call your new friend over to give you a spot?”  Ty says sarcastically, but without malice toward Jimmy.

I come back at him with a sardonic smile and say, “No, you’ll do fine.”  I sit on the bench and Ty moves behind the bench to spot me.  I bend over and grasp each weight in a hand.  I inhale.  On the exhale I lift them to my knees.  I lean back, inhale one more time, and when I exhale, I heft the weights up to my chest.  I let then sit for a moment, then exhale and push them up.  My arms are parallel to each other and I’m staring at the ceiling.  I slowly lower my arms, so my upper arms are parallel to the floor and 90 degrees at the elbows. After a beat, I raise my arms back up.  My form feels good.  I lower the weights and check the positioning in the mirror.  Everything looks good and Ty has his hands at the ready to lend me assistance if needed.  I begin the set, in earnest.  I motor thru 9 reps, going for 15. Sweat, which had stopped during my break, has resumed.  I feel it roll down my face, onto my t-shirt.  I can also feel it on my chest.  The 120’s are beginning to feel light. I may need to bump up to 125 or 130 next set.  I get to 14 and feel like going for a few more reps.  I lower for 15 and say, “Going for 20 today.”

Ty confidently says, “Ok.  Let’s do it big man.”

I feel his support and confidence.  His hands touch my triceps and I push the weights back up. I feel my t-shirt beginning to stick to me and a dribble of water rolls down the back of my neck.  It feels warm.  My arms feel good and the burn in my chest from the weight lets me know this is a good workout.  I make it thru the extra 5 reps with minimal assistance from Ty and carefully lower the weights to the floor.  They thud loudly when they hit.  I see Jimmy turn due to noise, but he turns away when he sees I’m done with my set. 

Ty compliments me, “Nice job buddy.  You breezed thru that set and weight.”

I nod in thanks.  I turn to see Jimmy carrying one of the 130’s over to us.  Little man has some power.  I nudge Ty and nod toward Jimmy.  I sly smile comes over his face.  He winks at me and I smile.  Jimmy sets the weight down on the bench, straightens up, and turns to go get the 2^nd weight.  I call out to him, “Need some help with the other one Jimmy?”  He nods no and continues to walk back to the closet.  “You don’t have to carry them.  We can get them for you.”  He waves a hand that he heard us; but continues across the gym floor to get the other one.  We watch him.  He carries the 2^nd one back.  I mention, “Looks like you’ve toted these weights around once or twice.  Your form for picking them up and carrying them was spot on.” 

He says, “Thanks. Until you guys arrived, I was probably the one person who used them.”

“Really?!” Ty says in a half-surprised voice.

“Yeah. But I don’t use them for the presses like you guys are doing.”  He waves at the bench. I raise an eyebrow, “I use them for Goblet presses.”  We both nod in understanding.

I ask, “Do you just do the squat part, or have you done the press portion as well?”

Jimmy nods no and says, “Just the squat part with this weight.”  He waves his hand at the dumbbells.  “If I’m doing 95’s, I can get a few presses in, but not too many.” 

Ty nods and says, “Impressive.”  Jimmy nods in thanks.

I cut in and say, “Ok gentlemen, I need to finish this set and move on.”  I look to Ty and say, “Shall we?”  He nods yes.  Jimmy hangs around. I sit back on the bench, grab the dumbbells in each hand, and test the weight.  I can feel my forearm and biceps adjusting to the new weight.  Ty squats behind the bench and gets into a spotter position with a hand by each elbow and each of my triceps.  I lift them to my knees then into the start position. I let them sit there for a moment as I focus on the weight and the movement I will be doing.

I inhale and tighten my grip.  As I exhale, I push the weights up.  My arms are parallel to each other. I glance into the mirror to make sure my form is correct.  I see Jimmy off to the side watching.  I feel the weight pushing down. Sweat breaks out on my forehead again.  I take a deep inhale and slowly lower the weights.  I can sense Ty’s hands right under my triceps, but not touching me.  My arms come back into the start position as I complete my exhale.  I continue the set and the reps become easier.  I start to think about Max again.  I imagine him sitting on my lap, his curly hair resting on my hairless pecs, and his right hand behind my head, rubbing my neck.  I hum.  His body feels warm on mine.  He snuggles in.  I feel an erection start and it’s powerful.  After what seems like forever, I am brought out of my trance by Ty whispering in my ear, “Yo…buddy…Jay, you there?”  I quickly realize I’ve been holding the dumbbells in the up position.  My arms are shaking from fatigue.  I slowly lower them with Ty’s help and then become aware of the bulge in my shorts.  My erection has tented my shorts to the limit.  I look in the mirror and see Jimmy glance at it and look away with embarrassment.  Ty quietly says, “I think we’re done here for the day.” And he pats me on my shoulder.  I blush and nod in agreement. 

I pick up the weights and carry them back to the closet.  Ty is right behind me with the 120’s.  I turn and see Jimmy has disappeared.   We walk back to the bench, gather our towels, and head to the locker room.  We take quick showers and head out.  I stop at the front desk and ask for a piece of paper and pencil.  I quickly write out a note to Jimmy, “Jimmy, thank you for your help today with the heavier weights.  You show real promise in gaining mass and muscle.  I would be glad to help you in any way I can.  I’m sorry...”  I pause in my writing, as I’m not sure how to phrase the next part.  I think about it for a moment or two, and find what I hope is the best, most modest way to explain what happened. I continue writing.  When I finish, I reread it to make sure I’m clear but did not overly simplify it.  Jimmy seemed like a smart guy and I’m sure he’ll understand.  I hand the note back to the guy at the desk and ask he deliver it to Jimmy when he gets a chance.  He nods ok.  Ty and I head out to the parking lot.

“Well that didn’t become awkward in a hurry.”  Ty jokes. I crack an embarrassed smile and agree with him.  He continues in a joking voice, “Dude, I can’t take you anywhere with you getting all big and pumped.” 

“Alright Ty, I get it.” I say in an exasperated voice.

“I know man, but I got to bust your chops any chance I can get.”  He reaches over and playfully punches me in my arm.

We get to our cars.  I sit for a moment in the parking lot thinking about Max, knowing he’ll be ok.  A warmth fills my body.

We arrive at the beach house to find Jerry having a Skype call with Ro, Shae, and Sophia.  Everyone is smiling and laughing.  I see Gran in the kitchen preparing dinner.  Smells like Rosemary chicken stew.  I lift the lid on the pot to see if she’s made dumplings, and she has.  They smell like her special garlic parmesan ones too, my favorite.  The aromas in the air also tell me a chocolate cake has been made.  I look around for it.  Gran sees me searching, points the wooden spoon she’s holding at me and says flatly, “Dessert is for dessert Jason, not an early snack for hungry little boys.”  We eye each other up from a few steps away, like an old west show down, eyes narrowed and focused on the other person to see who will flinch first.  She continues, pointing the spoon at me, without breaking her stare, “But, there was some extra icing, if you and Tyler want to share it.” And she breaks into a warm smile. She walks to the counter and pulls two bowls from behind the mixer and hands one to each of us.  There is already a spoon in each one. 

In unison we say, “Thanks Gran.”  I give her a peck on the cheek.  She rubs my arm in her loving way.

I walk over to Jerry, stand behind him, and pop my head up behind his, so my face appears on the screen.  Shae sees me and starts to laugh.  Jerry turns to me and I dab some icing on his nose.  “Very mature Jay.” He says with the slightest hint of a smile on his face.  He turns back and Ro lets loose a raucous laugh.  I have an ear to ear grin and cross my eyes into the camera. 

I suddenly feel a wooden spoon whack my triceps.  I turn to see Gran staring at me with a disapproving look.  She jerks her head to the left, indicating she wants me to leave Jerry be.  I droop my head and turn away.

Ty and I set the table for dinner.  Jerry finishes his Skype call and looks pleased and relieved.  Ty and Gran move the food from the kitchen to the table.  We sit and Jerry leads us in a prayer.  I close my eyes and see Max smiling at me. 

Dinner is wonderful.  Afterwards, I head up to my room and lay on the bed.  I shoot Max a text to see how he is and how the tests went.  I check the time to make sure it’s not too late.  It’s not.  After a minute, I see the three dots at the bottom start to move.  He’s responding.  ‘Everything went well.  Dinner was lousy’.  I smile.  I really want to tell him what we had, but then he’d ask me to sneak some leftovers into the hospital for him.  I tell him I love him and will be over first thing in the morning.  He sends back a thumbs up and then writes, ‘Looking forward to being with you soon.”  I know what he means.  I send a happy face emoji back.  He sends a yawning face to me and I get the point.  I tell him again I love him.  I put the phone in the charger and get ready for bed.

***

 

Three weeks have passed. 

Max was released a day after waking up from his coma.  He and I stayed at the house for another 2 days, so he could recuperate a bit.  Everyone took off the day after he was released.  I stopped by the gym to see if Jimmy was there.  He was.  We had a conversation about his diet and how to increase his calorie intake smartly. We did not mention the incident from my previous visit.  We exchanged phone numbers and added each other to our Facebook accounts, so we could keep in touch.

We got home to find that Cam and Ming had stocked our fridge with a week of pre-made meals.  Ian and Colin had cleaned the condo from top to bottom.

We settled back into our routine.  Max went back to work part-time after a week.  I was back full time and got back to hitting the gym every day. I stayed the course with my intent to increase my strength.  I increased the weights and reps per set.  I can feel the gains beginning.

The doctors told Max no sex for 3 weeks.  He knows he has to recover, so we marked the kitchen calendar with the first day he’d be allowed to get back on my saddle.  Today’s the day.  He’s been back to work full time for a week, so I took half-day off and got the condo ready for what is sure to be a raucous evening.  I bought his favorite dinner and dessert and some special condoms and lube. 

I’m putting the dinner in the oven to heat up when I hear the door open and Max walk in.  He sees me bent over and whistles at my ass.  I flex my glutes for him and he purrs like a cat in heat.  I can hear him walking towards me.  I finish arranging the food in the oven and stand back up.  I feel his hand on my ass and then wander up my back, under my t-shirt.  His hand is warm.

I turn, lean down, and give him a kiss on his lips.  I quietly ask, “Hey buddy, how was work?”, while taking off the oven mitts.  I run my hands up and down his arms and draw him closer for a hug.  His hands encircle my waist.

We break our kiss and he rest his head on my chest.  “Work was okay.”  I can hear the tiredness in his voice.  Being away for a week and then getting back into it has been hard, but he’s better than he was 2 weeks ago, when he’d come home, grab a light dinner, then head to bed and sleep for a solid 8 hours.

I run my fingers thru his curls and ask, “Are you still up for tonight?” 

He pats my chest lightly and says excitedly, “Oh yeah, Jay.  Can’t wait.”  He pulls back, leans up, and gives me a sloppy kiss.  I reciprocate. 

“Dinner in 10, after that, fun time.  You need to go get ready.”  I turn him around, swat his ass, and push him toward the bedroom so he can get changed into some comfortable clothes.  He reappears in 5 minutes in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.  He comes up behind me at the counter and wraps his arms around my waist again.  I tenderly caress his hands.  I can feel his head between my shoulder blades.  I hear him hum.  I pat his hand as he breaks the hold.  The table is set and he sits down.  I get the food from the oven and put it on the table.  I sit as well.  He’s staring at me.  I wink to him and he cracks a smile.  We take our time eating, enjoying the food. 

We usually rush thru dinner because I’m usually coming home late from the gyn or he had a late night at the office.  This feels nice.  I mention we should have dinner this way more often.  He nods in agreement.  We talk over dinner about normal ‘couples’ stuff’, bills, friends, work, new shows on TV.  I can feel the undercurrent of Max wanting dinner to be over so we can get the sex, but at the same time, he wants meals like these to last as long as possible.

We finish and put the plates in the sink for later. 

I tell Max to go back to the bedroom and get ready. I’ll be back in a moment.  He stares at me with a questioning look.  “I want this night to be perfect for you.  I have a surprise.”  His eyes light up and he walks toward me. I wave him off and say, “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I showed it to you here.”  I point to the bedroom and say, “You go there, get ready, and close your eyes.”  He backs off slowly, but does not turn around.  He wants to see what I have.  I keep my body between him and the fridge.  When he finally gets to the bedroom, he goes in and shuts the door.  I quickly open the fridge and grab the items.

I hear him yell he’s ready and his eyes are shut.  I walk down the hallway and turn the lights off.  I open the bedroom door, see Max laying naked on the bed, and quickly turn off the lights.

“Why the big secret Jay?”  He asks.  He continues, “I just want to be with you.”

“I know buddy.” I say as a walk to the bed.  I put the items on the floor and strip off my shirt and shorts.  I carefully get on the bed.  I feel Max reach over to me and put his right hand on my cheek.  He pulls it toward him. We each roll half way over and now face each other.  I can make out his brown curly hair in the dim light coming from the bathroom.  “I’ve missed you buddy.” I say quietly.  I lean back in for a kiss and Max is ready.  I can make out that he has opened his eyes and is staring into mine.

We start slow, finding our rhythm again.  We softly bounce our lips together, wetting them when we separate.  After a minute, I roll onto my back and Max climbs on top of me.  We continue to kiss, but I can feel his erection growing.  He puts his hands on either side of my face, brings his head down, his curls covering both our heads, and pulls me in for a full open mouth French kiss.  It lasts a good 2 minutes.  We explore each other’s mouth, gently wrestling our tongues and running them over the others’ teeth. Max’s hands make their way to the back of my head and he tenderly rubs my neck.  I run my hands up and down his back, rubbing the dimples in his lower back.  He sighs into my mouth. 

My erection starts its upward movement.  Max feels it rise and wiggles his ass a bit to let it make its way into his crack.  I flex it to let him know it’s at full mast.  He raises and lowers his ass along the length.  He sighs again and continues to kiss me for another minute.  I let him have his way with me.

He breaks the kiss and pulls back an inch.  He then licks my nose.  The roughness of his tongue on it feels like a kitten licking it.  My unit stirs even more due to the exoticness I’m feeling. My hips buck a bit.  Max splays his legs down the sides of my torso. His dick is smashed flat against my abs and his ass is rubbing up and down against mine.  I had forgotten how big he was for being a smaller man.  I smile to myself.  I’m one lucky guy. I wrap my arms around Max and softly hug him to my chest.  His soft chest hair rubs against my bare chest and nipples, which causes another shock to run down my spine to my unit.  All the sudden I convulse and cum.  I hug Max tighter so he’s not hurt as my body bucks. 

The four spurts of cum violently leave my body.  They coat Max’s back, my legs, and the sheets on the bed. I groan when I’m done. 

Max leans up, reaches over, and turns on one of the lamps next to the bed.  He looks at me, smiles, and says, “Well that was unexpected.  Fun, but unexpected.” 

I grin back at him, prop myself up on my elbows to his kiss him again and softly reply, “I missed you Curly.” A tear comes to my eye and I continue, “I guess I didn’t know how much until right now.”  I sniffle back another tear.  He leans down and softly kisses me again and runs his hands over my crew cut blonde hair.  His soft brown eyes are staring into my ice blue eyes and I can see his love for me.

“Oh, my sweet loving Muscles.  My big strong teddy bear.” I blush at his nicknames for me.  He continues to run his fingers over my head, causing me to tingle again, “I’m always here for you, as you are for me.”  I see his eyes mist up.  I feel his unit stir between us. 

I lay back down on the bed, then carefully lift him by his waist off me and set him next to me.  I look him in the eyes and ask, “Please close your eyes.”  A grin comes over my face as I try to hold in my excitement.  He stares at me for a moment.  I wink.  He smiles and closes them.  I reach over the edge of the bed and pull out the two items.  I take the cap off the first one and pour the liquid over both my nipples.  I take the cap off the second on, and as quietly as I can, spray the item onto my flexed right bicep.  I see Max’s eyebrow go up when he hears the spray can.  I move the can toward his mouth.  When it’s an inch away, I push my index finger to his lips, which he parts.  I insert my finger about half an inch and maneuver it around.  Once I’m sure he’s used to it, I edge the can closer.  I quickly withdraw my finger and put the tip of the can into his mouth.  I quickly depress the tip and whipped cream comes spurting out and floods him mouth. 

He instantly opens his eyes and sees my huge grin.  He also sees my flexed bicep with more whipped cream on it and my nipples covered with chocolate sauce.  He rolls his head back and let’s loose a laugh. I set the can on the bed.

He looks down again and continues to smile and giggle.  Between giggles as he is catching his breath, he asks, “I guess this is my welcome home present?”  I nod yes.  He very politely says, “Well thank you Jason Matthew.  It is much appreciated.”  I see him look me over again.  “Where to begin?  Where to start?  So many choices…”

I cast my eyes to my bicep and calmly say, “Well, the whipped cream on my bicep is melting and is going to slide off, so I’d suggest you start there.”  I wink to him. 

He licks his lips with much flourish and slowly lowers his body to mine.  He rests his hairy chest on my chocolate covered one and moves his head toward my bicep.  I lean it toward him and he licks his lips again, closes his eyes, and sticks his tongue out. 

As his tongue touches me, a warmth passes between us.  His tongue rakes my bicep and triceps.  He slurps at the melting whipped cream and is maneuvering his tongue to pull as much of it as possible into his mouth.  His hands get into the action too.  They start to massage and worship my sticky muscle.  I flex and unflex it for him.  He moans and rubs his body against mine, smearing the chocolate even more. 

He leans back for a second and I see he has whipped cream on his nose, cheeks, and chin.  I suppress a giggle.  He opens his eyes, sees mine are wide open and grins at me.  I lean up and lick the cream off his nose.  I nods slightly in thanks, turns, and leans back to my arm, which I flex again for him. 

His tongue traces a prominent vein.  He follows it from where it appears near my shoulder, over the top, then the face of my bicep, then under my arm to my triceps.  I lift my arm up to give him access.  He spends quite a bit of time there, pursing his lips and lapping at the short hairs I have there.  His warm breath and the feel of his tongue on my arm sends a pulse of energy down my spine. 

He moves back to the face of the muscle and laps at it, getting every bit of remaining cream.  His fingers dig into my bicep and I let him enjoy the feeling of the muscle.  He massages it lovingly and then with force.  I slowly flex and unflex it for him.  He moans with gratitude and digs his fingers in even more. 

I move the index finger on my left hand to my chest and swish it around, smearing some chocolate onto it.  I move the finger toward his mouth, which is still licking my right bicep.  I nudge my finger into the side of his mouth.  He instantly tastes the new flavor and moves his whole mouth to my finger.  He starts to move his mouth on and off, like he’s giving my finger a blow job.  I move my hand back toward my face and when he’s in reach, I kiss him on his nose. 

He pulls off my finger and leans up.  I take a good look at him.  He has melting whipped cream in his curly hair, on his forehead, and still some his chin and cheeks.  There is also some dripping from his jaw to his chest.  His chest hair is drenched in chocolate and it’s now dripping down his chest, off his nipples onto his abs and my upper midsection. I smile and softly say, “I wish I could take a picture of you right now.  You are some cute.”  I wink at him.

He looks me over and says, “You are kind of cute too.  I don’t need a camera to remember this moment.  It will be with me forever.”  My heart melts. 

He reaches down with his left thumb, rubs it over my chest, covering it in chocolate, then moves it to my mouth.  I open my lips slightly and he slips it in.  I wash my tongue over it.  It tastes wonderful.  I close my eyes and let the moment settle in with me.  He rests his thumb for a few moments then starts the same in and out movement he did with my finger.  He positions the rest of his fingers on my face and gently caresses my cheek and jaw.  I hum and let out a low moan.  I feel his unit thump my abs.  A sticky blob of warm pre-cum escapes him and lands on me.  My unit snaps back to attention and whacks him in his lower back.

I feel him rub his other thumb on my chest, mopping up more chocolate.  I wait for his thumb to touch my lips but it does not.  I feel his weight shift a bit, then he withdraws his thumb from my mouth.  A moment later his lips gently touch mine.  I feel the chocolate on them.  I pull back a bit, re-wet my lips then continue our kiss.  We keep up this gentle, intimate moment for what seems like forever.  I run my hands up and down his back, feeling his obliques and lats.  My hands wander south a bit and softly massage his glutes.  He flexes them for me and giggles into my mouth.

I pull his upper lip into my mouth and wash my tongue over it to pull off as much chocolate as possible.  He continues to kiss me as I do this.  I feel him put his hands on the sides of my head.  He pulls me closer, if that’s possible.  His passion becomes more intense. 

I put my hands on the bed behind me and push myself up into a sitting position.  Max is now seated in my lap, his dick trapped between our bodies and mine is rubbing his crack.  Our chocolate covered chests are rubbing against each other.  Our nipples are erect and ultra-sensitive.  His whipped cream coated hair is sticking to the sides of my head.  He wraps his hands around my neck and intertwines his fingers.  He flexes his forearms and pulls us a bit closer. 

It’s his turn to let out a low pleasured moan.  I feel his unit twitch.  I back off as I don’t want him to cum yet.  We come up for a breath. 

I look deeply into his eyes and ask, “Having fun yet?”  He nods up and down ever so slightly.  Our breathing calms.  He looks around the bed and spots the whipped cream can on the bed and reaches for it.  He shakes it a few times and eyes me up for a moment.  He’s deciding what he wants to do next.  I’m up for anything.  He gently pushes on my chest and I lean back onto the bed.  He continues to eye me up.  He shakes the can a few more times.  He then moves it to his lips, quickly depresses and releases the tip, spurting a small dollop into his mouth.  He moves the can to my chocolate smeared chest and starts spraying it everywhere.  He literally empties the canister onto my chest.  I look at him, smile, and ask, “Is this your cheat day?”  He grins a mischievous smile and tosses the empty can off the side of the bed.  He licks his lips, raises his eyebrows, and then falls forward onto my chest, splashing the whipped cream everywhere. 

We are face to face with splashes of cream on our chins, cheeks, and necks.  He moves his mouth to mine and as we start to kiss.  He pushes some of the cream into my mine.  His tongue stays in my mouth for a while, sloshing the cream to all possible corners.  My unit twitches again and Max feels it.  He scoots back and rubs his crack along it. 

He leans up, puts both hands on my chest and covers them in chocolate and cream.  He moves a finger to his mouth and tastes it.  He smiles.  He deftly lifts his left leg and moves his body so he beside me.  He looks down at my erect flagpole and encircles it with both his hands.  He begins to jerk me off.  God it feels good.  I lean my head back and close my eyes.  I want to enjoy every moment.  I hum a happy tune and I hear Max giggle.   He continues to jerk me off for a few minutes, then pauses.  I feel the bed move and can tell he is moving to a new spot.  He moves between my legs and uses his knees to spread my legs apart.  Once he’s satisfied, he starts to jerk me again.  Same slow motion and every once in a while I feel his tongue dip down onto my tip and lap at my slit and pull off some pre-cum.  I open my eyes and tilt my head up.  I position a pillow behind my head, flexing my sticky biceps for him to see.  He eyes them up.

He removes one hand for a moment and I can feel him position his unit at my hole.  He moves his left hand back onto my chest and swishes it around.  He then moves it to his unit and coats his unit with the mess.  He pushes his unit to my hole and nudges it in.  I relax and let it slip in.  He sighs as do I. I pull my knees up to a bent position, to give him easier access.  He puts both hands back on my unit and starts a slow jerk, keeping pace with his thrusts.  He closes his eyes as his movements become second nature.  I purr and stretch my back, arching it up a bit.   I smile creeps across his face.

I concentrate my thoughts on my ass and constrict my muscles ever so slightly.  He feels the new pressure and his smile becomes wider.  He pushes a bit harder and jerks me quicker. 

We keep this up for several minutes.  I alternatively flex and loosen my ass muscles and Max reacts by adjusting his pace and intensity.  Once in a while he takes a hand off my dick and places it on my chest, smearing the remaining whipped cream and chocolate onto it. He uses it to either coat my dick or his dick, to keep them slick.

After a few more minutes, he opens his eyes and winks at me, letting me know he’s close.  I slowly tighten my ass and begin a full body flex for him, while lying on the bed.  My chest and abs come into relief.  I flex my biceps as hard as I can.  He licks his lips and moves his hands from yanking my dick to massaging my abs and lower chest.  He runs his fingers thru the groves between my abs and I feel him become a little harder.   

He feels the pressure and starts to pound me with everything he’s got.  It feels wonderful.  He’s bottoming out with every push.  He’s starting to grunt.  He takes his hands off my abs and places them on top of my bend thighs.  He uses them as stabilizers and handholds, even as slick as they are, and pulls himself as close to me as possible with every thrust.  I’d forgotten how endowed my man was.  God it feels good. 

He closes his eyes tightly, lets out one final long load groan, and empties himself into me.  His body convulses 3 times and I feel each shot enter me.  I constrict and relax my insides to pull the fluid into me.  After what I think is his last shot, he pulls out, much to my dismay, climbs up my body and puts his still rock-hard dick on my lips.  I engulf him to the hilt and he bucks his hips twice. I stiffen my neck so I don’t let him slip out.  He lets one final load fire out of him.  I slurp down every drop and then create a tight seal with my lips and use my tongue to lick every drop off him.  He grabs ahold of the headboard and squirms with pleasure. I put my right index finger into his ass and give it a few quick pushes, stimulating him just a bit more.  He grunts and more cum dribbles out.  I swallow and feel his body become weak and limp.

He drops onto me.  His dick slides out of my mouth as it returns to normal size.  I put my hands on his chest and slowly move his body down mine until we are face to face.  The remaining chocolate sauce and melted whipped cream is in my hair and all over my face.  Max takes a few licks of it from my cheek, slips off my body to one side, drapes an arm over my chest, and then nuzzles against my neck.

I turn my head gently and whisper to him, “How you feeling Curly?”  I bring my hand up and run it through his tousled hair.

I replies quietly, “I feel good.  Best I’ve felt in years.”  I can feel his smile.  He licks at my neck.

I rub his back softly and say in an upbeat voice, “Great to hear.”  I pause for a moment and then say, “Are you ready for round two?  It involves strawberry jam and some peanut butter.”

“Funny Muscles.”  He says weakly.

I want to take him into the bathroom and get us cleaned, but can sense he’s falling asleep.  His breathing has become deep and measured.  I can feel his warm breath on my neck.  It feels like old times.  I reach over and turn the light out.  I turn back to him, kiss him on the back of his head and whisper, “Good night Max, welcome home.”  He nuzzles a bit closer.

[Sjdmuscle]

 I need me a Jay!!!

[Psuace]

Part 10, The Little Guy's Club.

 

“So, who’s coming tonight, Ming?”  I ask, having a pretty good idea of who’s coming for dinner.

“You, me, Davey, Max, maybe Colin and Ian, not sure about them yet.” Ming responds from the kitchen.  He’s stirring some sauce and making sure the garlic bread is not burning in the oven.

I’m across the room in the living room with a dust mop, cleaning up per his instructions.  I’ve dusted, vacuumed, and tidied up, but Ming saw some things that I needed to redo.  I love my Mingster, but his OCD is going to be the end of me.

“Oh, and Paulo may be home early from the gym, but he’ll try not to be a bother.”

“Okay.” I say.  Paulo has been our roommate and big brother since the drama last year.  We moved in with him to recuperate, then decided to find a condo for the three of us.  We found a great one just a few miles from the gym, where we all work.  Paulo is a minority owner thanks to Ty’s generosity. Ming and I work there part-time after we’re done with our regular jobs.  The condo is a three-bedroom unit with 2 and ½ baths.  We converted the third bedroom into an office. There is also a small walkout basement which we remodeled to be our fun room.  You know, the normal fun room which has a hanging leather chair, a chest of dildo’s, a closet full of whips, chains, and nipple clamps.  We weren’t sure how Paulo would react to our fetish, but he seems to enjoy watching us have our fun.  Not that we’re exhibitionists, but having him watch us, makes it just a bit more erotic. Ming and I have had preliminary conversations about asking him about joining in every once in a while.  With what Ming went thru a few years ago, he’s tentative about asking, but he hasn’t said no.  I think Paulo would be a very good dominator and with his size, 6’1”, 230lbs, he can dominate both Ming and myself at the same time.

Our get together's are as a result of the shit we’ve all been through together.  It’s just a way for us to get meet up, have some food and drinks and talk about the crap in our lives.   What’s going well, what sucks.  What we’re up to and what we want to do.  Normally it’s just the ‘little guys’.  The ‘big guys’ do their own thing.

We learn a lot about each other.  It’s fun and relaxing.  If it gets too stressful or awkward, we call beer break and have a communal drink, to bring us down and back on course.  We try to not bring our sex lives into it, but it every once in while a bragging story finds its way into the conversation.  Ming and I have tendency to think we’re the kinkiest, but sometimes we’re humbled by what the other guys have done.

I slip up behind Ming and wrap my arms around his waist and pull him back into a hug.  He sighs and leans his head back.  I kiss him on the back of his head and run my hands up and down his abs.  He flexes them and seductively rubs his hips against my groin.  I feel a slight stirring in my groin and push forward a bit. 

He turns around and wraps his hands around my waist and we pull together.  We start to kiss.  We bounce our lips off each other playfully, wetting each other’s lips. He moves his left hand up my right arm and curls it around my bicep.  I tense the muscle and flex it slightly.  He tightens his grip on it.  I cup his right ass cheek with my left hand and start to close my fingers.  He moans into my mouth.  Warm air floods in.  I pause and enjoy the feeling.  I inhale his freshly showered scent.  I ask, “Is that Axe body spray?”  He nods yes.  “Gold Rush?”  He nods again.  It’s one of my favorites on him. 

He puts his right hand behind my head and when we kiss, he holds us together. Saliva drips out of our mouths and onto our cheeks and chins.  He increases the force on my head, keeping us together.  He releases my right bicep and puts that hand behind my head as well.  It drapes down my back and he rakes his nails along my upper spine, sending a tingling sensation up and down my body.

I move my right hand to his left ass cheek and cup it as well.  I tense my body, lean forward a bit, then get a firm grip on his ass.  I flex both arms and lift him up off the ground.  He wraps his legs around my waist and tightens his grip around my neck.   He is slightly higher than me and leans his head down and kisses me ferociously. He kisses me, breaks the kiss, and kisses my forehead, cheeks, and chin.  He moves to my ears and gently laps at the lobes, suckling on them alternatively.  My hard-on swells.  I feel his growing too.

Suddenly the oven timer goes off.  I quietly say, “Let the bread burn.  We’re onto something here.” 

He giggles and tries to disengage from me, but I make it difficult by holding him tighter.  His unit flexes in response to my movement.  He whispers to me, “We can finish later, after everyone leaves.”  He grinds his hips again, “Or maybe while they’re still here, we can sneak into the bathroom for a quickie.”

“I like that idea, but we have some smart friends and I’m pretty sure they’d know what we were up to when you start to moan.” 

Ming pulls back and stares at me with angel eyes and says, “Me moan?  You must have me confused with someone else.  I don’t moan.”  I roll my eyes, release my grip, and let him put his feet on the floor before letting go. 

“Yeah, right.”  He turns to go the bread out of the oven and I slap him on his ass. He lets out a satisfying moan.  “See.”  He shakes his ass back and forth.

There’s a knock at the door.  I go to answer it.  It’s Davey.  He’s got a box in one hand.  “Hey buddy, how’s it going?”  I ask as he comes in and takes off his jacket.

He responds, “Not bad, thanks.”  He holds up the box.  “Treats for later.” A grin comes across my face.  Davey likes to bake, so I’m sure it’s something chocolate and decadent.

As I put his jacket in the closet I ask, “How’s work? How’s the new position?”  He was recently promoted from ‘worker bee’ to ‘boss bee’.  He has said he enjoys the new responsibilities and the money isn’t too bad either.

“Not too bad, but I’ve got this one guy who thinks he knows it all.  Answers all the questions in the meetings, volunteers for all the projects, and tries to help everyone who has work related questions.”  He rolls his eyes at me. I nod with a grin on my face.

“Dude, I’m sorry, but I like my job and tend to pick stuff up quickly.”  Yeah, he’s talking about me.  He grins back at me and just shrugs it off.

I got a job at the same company a few months ago and by happenstance, Davey became my boss when he got promoted.  Our co-workers know he and I know each other because of the press we got from the kidnapping.  When he was offered the boss position, he came to me and we had a talk about how it may impact our relationship.  We agreed to let it play out.  We also agreed not to talk shop outside of work.  It’s worked pretty well so far. 

We walk to the kitchen area and Ming has juice for both of us.  We chit-chat for a bit and the doorbell rings again.  Ming answers and lets in Max and Ian.

As we get settled, Ian says Colin wasn’t feeling well, meaning it was his turn for some alone time with Eddie.  We all nod and say we hope he feels better, knowing the real reason.

There is some soft alternative rock music in the background.  Ming brings a platter of snacks out for us to munch on.  I grab a beer, so does Max.  Ian, Davey, and Ming stick to juice.

We settle in and start shooting the breeze.  Everyone is still hitting the gym and gains are being made and showing, especially in Davey and Ian. 

Davey glances at me with a questioning look on his face.  “What’s up buddy?”

“Um, can I ask personal question?”  He asks tentatively.

“Sure, what’s up?”  I say with a grin, hoping it will be a good one.  We’ve already covered a lot of territory in our get-togethers.

“Um…” He pauses, looks away, and glances back at me. “Why did you get your tattoo?” He asks. My grin slowly fades. “Oh.” He says, sorry he asked.

Ming and Max squirm a bit.  They’ve both heard the story.  Ian’s ears perk up as he hasn’t heard it either.

“No, no…” I say with some resignation.  I look to Ming and he shrugs his shoulders ever so slightly, meaning it’s up to me. 

I get up and head to the kitchen area.  I open the fridge and grab another beer.  I close the door and Ming is there looking into my eyes.  He puts his right hand on my left forearm and gently squeezes.  “I know what you’re going to say.” I whisper as I look into his eyes. He cocks an eyebrow, leans over the door, and kisses me on the cheek.  He turns around and heads back to the sofa. I watch as he pats Davey on the shoulder as he passes him.  I take a few breaths and see Ian and Max watching me.  I twist off the cap to my Leinenkugel’s Summer Shandy, take a long drag on it, steel myself, and head back.  I put a smile on as I approach the group.

Davey looks over to me and says, “If it’s too painful or personal, you don’t have to explain.”

I shake my head and say, “It’s not that…It’s just I got it when I was at a different place in my life.”  I gather my thoughts.  “You wouldn’t recognize me from how I am today.”  I take another gulp of beer and look across the coffee table to Ming.  He’s staring at me.  Max is next to him and I can tell he is sending good thoughts my way.

“It’s best to start at the beginning, I guess.  I was 17 and living in LA with my mom.  My dad was killed in a drive-by shooting when I was 12.  Drug related incident.  Dad was detective and had broken a case sending a bunch of guys to jail.  Some of their friends were not happy and found out where we lived.  They shot him as he was walking up the driveway at the end of the day.  I was in the driveway waiting for him with a basketball.  It was one of the things we did, shoot baskets before dinner. It helped him take his mind off his day.  He died before he hit the ground.  They never found the car or the guys.” I pause and wipe a tear from my right eye. 

“Mom moved us from LA to Santa Barbara hoping it would help.  It did for a bit.  She found a good job and I went to a good school.  She’d found a nice ranch house with a full basement.  She had that remodeled into a large bedroom for me.  She said I could have friends over anytime I wanted as long as we didn’t do any damage.  As I grew older, I did some work of my own on it and added a small gym, with a bench and some weights I found online or that the local gym was getting rid of.  I made a couple friends, but I had become sort of an introvert after my father’s death. Mom was worried about me.  I saw a shrink for a while and it helped, but it came down to the fact that I had to want to get back into life.  And that’s where Simon comes in.”

“My best friend was Simon, or Si.  He was my age, in most of my classes all throughout middle and high school.  He was a blonde haired brown eyed kid, just a normal kid. He lived just a couple blocks over from me.”

“We were about the same size and had some similar interests, but athletics was not one of them.  I was an athlete, even at the age. Si was into fantasy and sci-fi.” Davey’s eyes perk up when I mention sports. “No, not basketball.  Baseball and track for me.  I wrestled a bit too, but was always the smallest guy on the team.  It was the summer between my junior and senior years when everything boiled over.” 

“I was working at the local DQ in the evenings and did some bike messaging during the day.  If I wasn’t doing one of those two things, I’d be at the gym, trying to put on some muscle and weight.  It was hard but I had some success.”

“For my senior year, I wanted to wrestle at the 152lb class.  I was so close.  I needed to gain 8 pounds to be at 151 and the optimal weight.  I talked to the coaches on how to gain the weight safely as mostly muscle, but their method would have taken too long.  I ventured out and spoke to some other guys on the team and they knew where I was coming from and had seen it before.  We had a couple conversations, but when they told me about the steroids and injections that would get me to where I wanted to be quicker than the coaches, I shied away from it and went with the coaches plan.”

“I really started to hit the gym. I had only two months to gain the weight.  I worked out every day.  I talked to a lot of the heavier guys and asked how to build strength, not just muscle. I knew I’d never be a 200-pound guy, but I wanted to the strongest 150-pound guy out there.  They told me to lift heavy weights for a few reps.  Basically, lift your max weight, do explosive exercises, decrease volume, and do plyometrics.  I did and the gains started.”  I flex my flex bicep.  The guys look at it and nod. “I was going to be ready.” 

“Mom noticed the change and asked if I needed any different foods to help. We jumped on the internet and did some research. Together we found the best diet to help me meet my goals.  We went shopping together every Sunday morning. It became ‘our thing’.”  The guys giggle finding out I was kind of a momma’s boy.  I explain, “I needed her at that point and she needed me.  I was making strides to no longer being an introvert, so she was there to help me do what was needed.”  That quiets them down. 

“I was also wanted to change my look somehow.  I was tired of the buttoned up look I had.  Too conservative.  Mouse brown hair, normal haircut.  Regular clothes.  With the wrestling season starting in a week, I went to the drug store and bought some women’s hair dye, bright orange.  I came home and had Simon come over. He laughed when I told him what I wanted to do, but he eventually agreed.  He gave me a mohawk and we dyed it while my mom was out shopping.  Oh god, we did an awful job.”  I grin.

I say hold on and go into the bedroom and retrieve a fading photo.  I bring it out and show the guys.  Davey gasps and stifles a laugh.  Ian just starts howling.  “I know, I know.  Mom took it when she got home and had seen what we’d done.  She made me promise to never lose the picture and to pull it out when I was thinking of doing something different without thinking of the consequences.”  I stare at the photo and think of how often it has helped me and kept me out of trouble.  I glance up to Ming and he winks at me and cracks a sly smile.

“Well, needless to say, with the proper diet and a grueling workout routine, I easily made the 152-pound weight class.  When I showed up at my first match, I wore a hat to cover my hair until it was time for my match.  When they called my match, I walked up and as I shook hands with my opponent, I took my hat off.  My teammates went crazy.  My opponent was so distracted by my hair, I had him pinned within 30 seconds. My teammates went wild.  This spurred them on and we won the match. They carried me around the gym chanting ‘Cam, Cam, orange spike haired man’. The whole gym got into it, including my mom.”

“That became my thing.  I worked out like a fiend, and a few days before a match I’d cut my hair into a weird design and dye it, with Si’s help.  I tried to keep it a secret until the day of the match. I’d wear hats and bandannas to keep my head covered.  My teammates got behind me and kept people away when they tried to find out what I’d done.  Only Simon and my mom would know.  I was also the only guy on the team who was a regular at buying women’s hair color at the local drug store.  I had a full shelf of them by the end of the season.  I had to buy two or three each time to throw people off.” Everyone laughs.  “I also had so many nicknames; I couldn’t walk the hallways without someone yelling something to go with my hair color.  I heard ‘Cam, Cam, Kermit hair man’, or ‘Blue man Cam’.  It was great.”

“After a few weeks, coach made me captain of the team.  I was hesitant to accept, but he sat me down and explained all the positive changes he’d seen in me.  How I was no longer the scraggly shy introvert who wandered into the gym weighing 135 pounds but wanting to wrestle like he weighed 170.  He said my leadership talent was a natural ability and to shrink away from it would be a waste.  The rest of the team looked up to me in practice, when we were hitting the weights, and every Saturday, when I’d show up with a different hair color.  My confidence in myself spread to them.”

“Simon and I stayed best friends.  Like I said, he was into fantasy stuff like Dungeons and Dragons and World of Warcraft, but he liked to come to the matches and watch.  I didn’t think much of it.  He was always there to support me and help with anything I needed.  My mom always welcomed him into our home and I was welcome at his.  His parents were nice, but kind of guarded at first when I was around. And they were really strict with him. His father would tell him to doing something and if he didn’t do it, he’d catch hell for it, even when we were younger. After my mom and I had a few dinners with them, they loosened up.  Eventually they started to come to my matches as well.  I had my own cheering section.”

“One Saturday night after a match, we were doing homework in my basement bedroom. I was in my gym shorts and topless and he was in sweats and a t-shirt. Even in October it was still warm in SoCal.  We’d taken a break and he was talking about dragons and their scales and how they were impenetrable. I said the most I knew about dragons was Smaug from the book The Hobbit. He laughed and said that’s where most people get their information, but there are so many other stories out there, that I should really expand my knowledge on them.  We went back and forth on the topic for a while and I could tell he’d read up on them and knew his stuff.” 

“I had a couple 35-pound dumbbells on the floor and Simon casually asked if I lifted at home as well as at the gym.  I said only once in a while, if I felt I had not done enough at the gym or had found a new exercise on the internet and wanted to try it out.  He picked one up and started to curl it.  I watched him from the bed and smiled.  He wasn’t weak by any stretch of the imagination, but he’d never lifted weights, so his form was sloppy.  After 4 reps, he looked at me and sheepishly put it down.  I said to him, ‘Si, don’t compare yourself to me.  I’m lifting for results.  If you’re comfortable with who you are, weights don’t have to be your thing.’  He said back to me, ‘But what if I want to lift so I can impress someone?  Where would I start?  Can you show me how to do a proper curl?’  I said sure and got off the bed.  I picked up both weights and stood in front of him.  I explained, ‘Keep your elbows close to your torso and lift your elbows, like this.’ I did a few reps and he nodded in understanding.  I glanced at my arms and saw my biceps were swollen due to the match during the day and these few reps.  I felt myself start to tingle.  I stopped and took a breath. I looked up and Si was staring at me with a weird look on his face.  I opened my mouth to ask what’s up and he just put his left hand on my right bicep and gently squeezed.”  I pause and look around the room. Everyone had an idea where this is going.

“The bedroom grew quiet, which sounds weird considering we were the only two people in it, but we could hear each other breathing.  Not hard and heavy, but shallow and rhythmic.  We could hear the cars on the road outside through the open casement window.  I could just hear the TV upstairs in the living room.  He looked at me and his fingers massaged my muscle.  I flexed it a bit and he sucked in his breath.  I glanced down and could see he had a bulge forming.  He looked down, saw it as well, looked up, and cracked a nervous smile.  He brought his other hand up and put it on my left bicep.  I flexed that one too.  He smiled and his bulge got bigger.  His smile was one of content.  I slowly raised my arms into a double bicep pose and he just kept smiling.  I moved half a step closer to him.  His hands roamed over my muscles, feeling the striations and veins and arteries pumping blood.  His touch was soft, but firm.  I liked the feeling.  It was different from anything I’d felt.  Definitely different from another wrestler grabbing them.”

“He released my arms, walked to the wall, looked back at me, I nodded, and he shut off the lights. It wasn’t completely dark outside so there was a dusk like feeling in the room.  We could see each other, but it was dark enough that no shadows were created.  He moved back to me, his erection at full mast and mine on its way up.” 

“He moved behind me and put his hands back on my arms.  I raised them again into a bicep pose and he let out his breath onto my neck.  It was warm and heavy.  He was so close to me; I could feel his erection rubbing my quads through his sweatpants.  He moved his hands from my arms to my chest.  I inhaled and held my breath, hardening my pecs.  His hands softly touched my pecs and nipples. I had some chest hair and he ran his fingers through it, twisting it and gently tugging it.  I sighed and felt my erection become powerful.  He moved a bit closer and his chest was touching my back.  I leaned back a bit and we were body to body.  We were both radiating heat.  His hands moved down to my abs, which I flexed and he pulled me back into him.  His erection was at full mast and straining to get out of his sweats.  Mine was powerful as well and had tented my mesh shorts.  His right hand traveled south and slipped into my shorts.  I wanted him to stop, but it felt so nice, and natural.”  I pause again and look at everyone.  They are smiling and nodding.

“His fingers played with my pubes, rolling around them, pulling at them like a comb.  He was still breathing onto my neck.  I leaned my head back a bit and he lapped at my right earlobe.  His right hand moved to my dick and slowly encircled it.  He gave it one gentle tug.  I wanted to melt.  His left hand moved to my left nipple.  He grabbed it between his thumb and forefinger.  He twisted it every so casually.  My nerves flared and a felt a bolt of energy shoot down my spine to my dick.  I grabbed his left hand in my left hand and closed my fingers around his.  I squeezed them tighter and felt such a thrill in my nipple, I moaned loudly, and came instantly.” 

“He’d been tugging me, but this caught him by surprise.  The load was thick and large and covered his fingers.  He carefully pulled his hand out from my shorts covered with cum.  I turned to look at him in the darkening light.  He brought his hand to his mouth and delicately licked off some of the cum.  He smiled when he tasted it.  He moved his hand to my mouth and I took a tentative lick.  I’d never tasted cum and was nervous.  I’d never even tasted my own when I jerked off, so this was new to me. It tasted unusual, but I liked it.  I licked at his fingers at bit more.  Si smiled at me.  He moved his mouth to his fingers and we shared the remainder of the cum, cleaning off his fingers.  We kissed, softly and passionately. There was an intensity to it.  Two seventeen-year-old boys figuring things out. I put my left hand around his waist and pulled him close.  His erection was pointing straight out and poking me in the abs.  While we continued to kiss, he gyrated his body up and down mine a bit.” 

“After a minute, he quietly asked, ‘Do you want some more?’  I nodded yes and arched an eyebrow, knowing where it would come from.  He moved a step closer and whispered in my ear, ‘Curl me Cam.’ There was an urgency in his shaking voice. ‘Curl me as easily as you did those weights and I’ll blow a load so large it’ll make yours look like a dribble.’  He leaned back and I could see the yearning in his darkening face, the need for me to pick him up and show off my muscles, to hold him tight and protect him, like one of his heroes. I nodded.  He took a step back and untied his sweatpants.  He eased them over his erection, which was larger than I thought it would be.  I smiled at him and he blushed. He said, ‘At least I have one thing going for me.’  I put my right index finger on his lips and said, ‘You’ve got a lot of things going for you, Si.’ I tugged on him and continued, ‘This is just one of them.’  He mumbled something in reply.  I pulled him close, put my left arm behind his back, and told him to squat down a bit.  As he did, so did I.  I put my right arm under his legs and scooped him up and stood up.  I planted my feet to the floor and bent my knees a bit.”

“He wasn’t as heavy as I thought he’d be.  I jostled him a few times to make sure I had his weight evenly distributed. He put his right arm around my neck for stability.  His dick was still at full mast and right in front of me.  I slowly started to curl him up.  He leaned his head back and let out an audible sigh. He put his left hand on his dick and started a tugging motion.  When I got him to the top of the curl, his dick was right in front of me.”

“I thought to myself, ‘I’ve tasted cum, why not taste where it comes from?’  I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the head of his unit. There was already some pre-cum on it and it had a salty taste.  I lowered the curl and started pulling him up again.  He tugged harder and when he was within reach, I lapped at him again, this time holding him up for a bit longer.  I moved my lips to his unit and took the head into my mouth.  My tongue covered it with saliva.  I heard him sigh again.  I lowered him.  I had a feeling he was close.” 

“I walked us to the bed and lowered him to it.  He looked at me with a sadness in his eyes.  I winked at him and got on the bed next to him. I rolled over so I was facing him and brought my left arm up into a bicep flex.  He stared at it. I said, ‘Well, are you just going to look at it?  It’s all for you, Si.’  And I pumped it a few times. He slowly moved his right hand to it and cupped the muscle.  His fingers dug into the muscle fibers and he began to kneed it.  It felt incredible.  I felt my erection growing again.  His left hand was vigorously yanking his unit.” 

“After a few minutes and yanking and feeling me up, he squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth.  I quickly moved down his body and took his dick into my mouth.  I washed my tongue all over it, moving his hand out of the way.   I bobbed my head a few times and I heard him moan deeply and then felt his dick stiffen even more.  The load he unleashed was large and creamy.  He spasmed four times into my mouth.  I let him finish, but kept the load in my mouth.  When he was done, I carefully pulled off and moved my mouth to his.  Our lips touched.  His were warm and soft, with a bit of sweat on them from all his exertion.  He opened his mouth and I maneuvered half the load to him.  He slurped it down, as I did my portion.  When we were done, I kissed him again.”

I pause in the story and find the guys are staring at me, mouths agape.  Ming has a tear in his eye.  I say, “Yeah, my first time with a guy was special.  I know I’m lucky, but I wish it could have lasted longer than it did.”   I glance down and see my beer is empty.  I stand and walk back into the kitchen area.  Max follows and gives me a hug.

“I know the next part will tough.  Ming and I are here for you buddy.”  He leans forward and gives me another hug.  On the way out, he grabs a piece of cooling garlic bread and munches on it.  I grab a piece as well and head back, beer in one hand, bread in the other.

I sit back down, finish the bread, lick my fingers, and wipe the remaining grease on my pants.  “Si and I kept that part of our relationship a secret, for obvious reasons.” Everyone nods. “We’d meet when we could.  It wasn’t as frequent as you’d think, maybe once every two weeks or so, due to school, my wrestling, and his gaming.  But when we did meet up, I’d be sure to have visited the gym and gotten as much of a pump in my muscles as I could.  I’d also wear a shirt that was a size smaller, just to emphasize my arms. Ming knows.”  I give him a wink, he grins, and winks back at me.  “We never moved on from blow jobs.  We never really had sex, but what we did was incredible for both of us.  I had a goal to become stronger so I could lift Simon easily.  He started to workout a bit as well.  He’d come over when we were both free and we’d lift some weights.  I think he liked it.  He even showed up at the school gym one time when the team was lifting.  He got some sideways glances, but I kept him with me.  Once they saw he was a buddy of mine, they welcomed him and began to help him as well.  Si appreciated the attention and having some new friends.”

“Sometimes we’d just sit on the sofa and cuddle and watch a sci-fi movie.  He had quite a collection and wanted to share as many as he could with me.  We watched Avatar a couple times; Lord of the Rings, a couple of the Indiana Jones ones, and Reign of Fire.  That was a weird one.”

“I guess it was around Christmas when I noticed a subtle change in him.”  I think back to the time and how it impacted me.  I continue, “We’d still meet up and have some fun, but I felt he was pulling away.  He did not come to as many wrestling matches as he did early on and our conversations grew darker.  He asked a lot of questions about the guys on team, what did they do to gain weight and strength.  Were steroids as bad as everyone said they were.  Did they get involved in any ‘fight club’ type activities.  I was worried about him.”  My voice goes hoarse, “He also asked weird questions about ways to die and would it hurt if you were burned by a dragon’s fire.” 

“By mid-January, he’d all but cut off talking to me or meeting up.  I’d see him in class and sit down next to him, but he’d ignore me and if I talked to him, he’d only reply with scant, direct answers.  I asked some of our mutual friends if they noticed a difference.  They said yes, and also wondered what was up.  I finally decided to take the bull by the horns.  It was a Friday afternoon.  The night before I had dyed my hair a fiery red and trimmed up the sides of my mohawk.  I still wore a hat to conceal the color, but that was now more or less for show.  I still got questions, but everyone knew not to try to take off my hat.” 

“After school I followed him home. About half way, I caught up to him, snuck up behind him, and picked him up.  I put him over my shoulder and carried him off the sidewalk to a secluded spot.  He complained and moaned the whole way.  When we got there, I carefully set him down and saw he was crying.  He fell to the ground, pulled his knees to his chest, and sobbed.  I sat down next to him and put an arm over his shoulder and hugged him to me.”

“I asked, ‘Si, what’s up?  A lot of our friends have seen a difference in you recently, you’re subdued and closing yourself off from us.  Talk to me buddy.’ He was quiet for a minute or two.  I hugged him closer.

He looked over to me and said quietly, but forcefully, ‘I’m a faggot.’

I sighed and dejectedly said slowly, ‘Well…then…so am I.’  It was the only reply I could come back with. 

He retorted, ‘Yeah, but you’re good looking and all muscle.  You’re on the wrestling team, have lots of friends, so what does it matter?’  His eyes traveled up and down my body.

‘Si, that’s not fair.’  I said plainly.   ‘I worked really hard for those things.  You were there for all of it.’  He shrugged. He looked away and I knew there was something else. ‘What’s the real reason?’ 

He paused for a few seconds, sniffling some snot back into his nose and wiping his red eyes on his T-shirt, ‘My parents found some of my porn magazines and my dad gave me hell and whooped my ass.’

‘Oh.’ I said quietly. We had bought a few magazines between the two of us.  I had a couple stuffed in an old backpack in the back of my closet.  Not sure where he kept his.

‘They confronted me about it and told me I needed to change or I’d be out on my own.  They also took my phone and found our messages, so they know about you too.’

I looked at him, but he had turned away.  I knew this day would come, but I had hoped I could come out on my own terms.  I took a deep breath and said to him, ‘Ok, let’s go.’

‘Where?’ He jerked his head to face me.

‘To my house, then to yours.’ He looked at me like I was crazy. I patiently said, ‘Simon, we…I need to talk with my mom and then we need to talk to your parents.’

‘But…but, they told me I shouldn’t hang around with you cuz you’re the reason this happened to me.’

I stared into his eyes and gently asked, ‘You don’t believe that, do you?’

He quietly says, ‘No.’

I stand up and reach my hand down to him, ‘Come on.’  He just sits there. ‘Dude, don’t make me carry your ass, cuz you know I will.’  I jokingly add, ‘I’m missing my leg day for this, so get up.’  He stands and we walk to my place in silence.  We get there and I see my mom’s car in the driveway. Good.  We walk up the sidewalk to the ranch style house.  We head around back and go in thru the mudroom door.  We peel off our sneakers and I poke my head into the kitchen.  Mom is there making a casserole for dinner.  Smells like her great Chicken Parmesan dish.  I start to salivate.  ‘Hey mom, I’m home.’

‘You’re home early from practice, Cam.’ She says facing the stove.  She turns and sees Simon is behind me.  ‘Oh, hi Simon, how are you?’  He’s looking at the floor and shrugs his shoulders.  Mom looks at me and arches an eyebrow.

Now for the hard part.  ‘Um…mom, there is something I need to tell you and I wanted Si here as he’s a big part of it.’  Mom wipes her hands on a dish towel and leans against the counter.  She picks up her glass of iced tea and looks me in the eyes. I look back and suddenly realize this is going to be tougher than I thought.  ‘Ah…well…I guess I wanted to say, or tell you…’ I look at the floor suddenly speechless.

‘Cam, I’m up here.’ She says quietly. I look up and she’s smiling at me.  ‘Are you trying to tell me what I think you’re trying to tell me?’

‘Um…I dunno.’  We’re both quiet for a bit.  I hear Si sniffle.

‘I think you do.’ She replies. She looks over my shoulder to Simon.  ‘How about you Simon, do you know what Cam is going to tell me?’ He quietly mumbles something. ‘Just say it Cam.  It’s like ripping off a band-aid. It’ll hurt for a few seconds, then the pain will start to fade.’

I try a different route, ‘If you already know, why do I need to say it out loud?’ It’s a weak argument, but it’ll give me a few seconds to steel my nerves.

Now mom is glaring at me and she says with force, ‘Really Cameron?’  She picks up a wooden spoon, the one she always used to threaten me with when I was a kid and got into trouble.  She pats it in one hand, still glaring at me. 

Time comes to a standstill.

‘I’m gay.’ I say quietly while looking at the floor.  Embarrassed to face her.  What will she think of me? What kind of disappointment am I to her and to the memory of my father?

‘I’m proud of you honey.’  I look up and there are tears in her eyes. They match the ones in mine.  ‘It takes a lot of courage to come out.  I’m sure your dad would be proud of you too.’  I blink thru my tears and look at her.  ‘Yes, I know he would.’ I nod ok.

‘You knew?’

‘Yes.’  She has a sly grin on her face.

‘For how long?’  God, this is getting worse.  I want to crawl under a rock.

‘For a while.’  She looks around the kitchen, waves her hands, and says, ‘This house has paper thin walls.’  I blush and I hear Simon groan. ‘I just hope you two were careful.’  I grow even more embarrassed.

We move to the kitchen table and sit down.  Simon takes a seat too, but is still looking down.  Mom sits across from me.  She looks over to Simon and asks, ‘You ok Simon?  You look like you’ve been through the wringer.’

Si quietly says, ‘My parents know, they found out and confronted me a while ago.’  She eyes me up and I nod. ‘They know about Cam too.  I’m not allowed to see him.  They said it’s his fault.’  My mom sighs heavily and with disbelief. She looks at me again and I shrug my shoulders.  ‘I know it isn’t, but you know my parents, once they’ve decided on something, there’s no changing them.’  He’s right about that. 

‘Would it help if Cam and I came over and we talked as a group?  Mom asks gently.

He says sadly, ‘Probably not.’ 

Mom sits up straight, pulls her shoulders back, and gets up.  She goes to her phone on the counter and picks it up.  She clicks it on and I see her scroll thru a list.  Uh-oh.  ‘Um, mom…’. She glares at me again.  She looks back at the phone, finds the number she wants, and hits dial.  Simon has no clue what’s about to happen.  He’s too upset. 

I can hear Simon’s mom on the other end.  ‘Hey Mary…Yeah, I’m doing well, thanks, you?  Nice. Is there a chance Cam and I can stop over for a bit?  Great, we’ll be over in a bit.’  She hangs up, looks to us and says, ‘Let the fun begin.’  She pulls the casserole out of the oven and puts it in the fridge.  We pile into the Ford and drive over.  The car is quiet.  Music is low and windows are open.  There’s a nice warm breeze blowing thru. Mom puts her hand on my left knee and gives is a squeeze.  I put my hand on top of hers.

As we pull up to Simon’s house, I see his mom standing out front with his dad.  They don’t look too happy.  Simon sees them and I hear another groan.  My buddy is going to need a lot of support and probably some therapy after all is said and done.

I glance over to my mom and she’s got her steely eyed look going on.  Mama bear about to get down and dirty for her cub.  She gets out, walks around the front of the car and up the lawn.  We follow. ‘Mary, Brad, how are you?’

‘Cece.’ Si’s mom says frostily. She sees Simon and looks to her husband. 

Brad shouts to him, ‘Simon.  House. Now.’  Simon starts to move, but my mom puts an arm up, stopping him.  Everyone freezes. He says to my mom, ‘Cece, please let us parent our child.  We don’t tell you how to parent yours.’

Mom steely says, ‘I understand and appreciate that, but we need to have a conversation as a group.’  They don’t look happy that she is challenging them. ‘Cam and Simon both need our support right now.’

Mary loudly says, in a degrading tone, ‘Please do not tell us what our son needs.  If it were not for your son, our son would not be where he is at now.’

Mom stares at them for a what seems like an eternity. She calmly asks, ‘Can we please go inside to talk about this?  I’m not sure we should discuss this on your front yard for everyone to hear, do you?’

They begrudgingly nod yes.  Once in the house, I remove my hat, letting my mohawked red hair out.  The front door is shut and Brad turns to me and Simon and says, ‘Go into the kitchen and sit at the table.’  To Simon it is an order.  He moves immediately.  I stand my ground.  I see my mom smile at my resolve.  Brad looks at me and says, ‘Cam, you may be a strong kid and a great wrestler, but I’m bigger and probably stronger than you are.’  I look him over.  Yeah, he’s 6’2”, 220 solid pounds.   He’d probably knock me out at some point, but I’d get my licks in and he’d be hurting for a few days.

I politely say, ‘I’m just waiting for you to ask me to go into the kitchen, not order me.’  I put my hands on my hips and stand there.  I puff my chest out a bit. Mom has a shit eating grin on her face.  She is so proud of me at this moment.

He walks to me, stands in front of me, and through gritted teeth say as calmly as he can, ‘Cameron, would you please mind waiting in the kitchen with Simon?’

I respond, ‘Yes sir, I can do that.’  I turn and walk away from him with a big smile on my face.

We sit at the table and his mom closes the door between the kitchen and the living room area.  I look over to Si.  He’s miserable.  ‘Buddy, I’m here for you.  Look at me.’ He lifts his head. ‘I’ve got your back, no matter what.’  I reach a hand out and put it on his forearm.  He withdraws.  I sigh.  It’s done.  Not much I can at this point. 

He quietly says, ‘Dragons and their tails.’

I questioningly ask, ‘What do you mean?’

He says, ‘In all the stories I’ve read and movies I’ve seen, the hero rides in on a dragon and saves the person he cares for most by having the dragon breath fire or swat the bad guys with its tail.’  He looks over to me.  ‘You’re my hero Cam, my dragon.’  I look him in the eyes, remembering when we watched the movie and he would make comments about him riding me.  I thought it was just some sexually fantasy, like being curled.  ‘You always have been.  I’ve known it, so have you.’  I blush in embarrassment. ‘Don’t blush.  You said it before.  I was there, every step of the way, as you made your transformation from almost wrestler, to stud of the team, captain, wild hair Cam.’ A smile creeps across his face.  He looks up to me with genuine love for me.  I melt.  ‘The whole time, you were always there for me, taking me along for the ride, whether I wanted to go along or not.  Hell, you even got my parents into it for a while.’  I realize he’s right and think back to my change and how much he was a part of it.  ‘Now it’s over.  I wouldn’t change those first few months for anything Cam.  You were my world.  I wanted to be with you as often and as long as I could.  I was glad you spent time with me and showed me what it was like to be loved.’  I open my mouth, but he waves me off, ‘Please don’t say anything.  We both know it was me who started us down this trail.  I’m sorry I dragged you into it.’

Now I speak up, ‘Si.  That dark afternoon in my bedroom was inevitable.’  He looks me in the eyes and I see hope there. ‘We were going to get together; it was just a matter of when.  Was I ready that day, probably not?  But, the time we’ve spent together has meant the world to me.  I just hope when this mess is over, we can spend more time together.’  I get up and walk around the table to him.  I pull him up out of his chair, into an embrace, and kiss him on the lips.  He tries to pull away, but I hug him closer and continue to kiss him.  He starts to softly cry.  I don’t stop.  He puts his hands on my biceps and I immediately flex them into a double bi pose.  I feel his fingers digging into the muscle.  God, how I missed that.  We continue to kiss and I keep the flex up.  We stop when we hear our parent’s voices getting louder.  We break the kiss our and he immediately sits down.  I stand in front of him and put my hand on his shoulder. 

We hear footsteps coming toward us.  They are hard and determined.  The door swings open and my mom is standing there.  Her eyes are wide open and wild.  She nods to me and brusquely says, ‘Cam, we’re leaving.’  I nod.  She walks to Si and puts a hand on his shoulder.  She leans down and whispers something in his ear.  It is too soft for me to hear. 

He turns, looks her in the eyes, and says, ‘Thank you.  I do love Cameron.’

She turns, looks at me, and jerks her head toward the door.  We leave without another word.  We walk out the front door and she jerks it shut so hard, I thought she was going to pull it off.  We get to the car and she tosses the keys to me and just says, ‘Drive.’  I catch them and get in the driver’s side.  She sits in the passenger seat and once we’re out of the driveway and half a block away, she loses it.  She’s shaking and tears are streaming down her face, messing her makeup.  I slow the car and pull over.  I put the car in park.  Now it’s my turn to put my hand on her thigh.  She fiercely grabs it and pulls it to her lips and kisses it.  She turns to me and pulls my body to her.  She hugs me and says, ‘I love you so much Cam.  You have no idea…no idea.’  She pulls back, looks me in the eyes, starts crying again, and kisses me on the forehead.  She sees my red mohawk, runs her fingers thru it, and laughs thru her tears.  She says, ‘My red-headed wrestling man.’ I tear up.

“You going to be ok, mom?’  She looks at me thru tears and nods.  She muses my hair again and nods for me to drive.  She does not talk about what was discussed, but I have a pretty good idea.  ‘I’m worried for Simon.’  I finally say.

Mom looks at me and says, ‘I know you are baby, but unfortunately I could not get thru to them.  I don’t want you to forget him, ever, but for now, you’ll need to stay away from him.’  She’s quiet for a minute, looking out the side window.  ‘Maybe, hopefully in the future you two will be able to be together.’  She continues to look out the window and falls silent.  Half way home I feel her hand on my thigh.  She squeezes tightly, lets go, then rubs my arm lovingly.

The next day at the meet, mom is there to cheer me on, but it was not the same.  I was distracted and it showed.  Coach called me over and asked what was up.  I lied as best I could, but he wasn’t buying it.  He sat me and had my sparring partner take my place.  He wrestled well, but the other guy was out of his league.  I watched and wanted to tell him what to do, but coach had me sit off to the side.  My partner lost and I blamed myself.  Coach saw how I was and did not say a word to me. 

After the meet, after I showered and changed, I saw my mom talking to him in the gym.  She was doing all the talking and he was just nodding.  I thought, uh-oh, mama bear at it again, reading him the riot act for not letting me wrestle.  I slowly walked up to them.  They saw me and nodded for me to come closer.  Coach put his hand on my shoulder and said, ‘I made the right call today and your mom agrees.  I’m sorry to hear what happened between you and Simon’s family.  Not all parents are as open as your mom is.’  I just looked at him.  ‘Cam, give me some credit.  My brother is gay, so I had an idea you were too based on things you did and said.’  I open my mouth to ask if anyone else on the team knows, but he puts his hand up to stop me, ‘Unless you’ve told your teammates, they don’t know, as far as I know.’  I exhale my breath in relief.  He says in a coach like manner, ‘If you want some free advice, tell them on your terms.’  He looks back toward the locker room and says, ‘You’re a leader in there, whether you want to be one or not, and those guys look up to you and admire you.’  He pats me on the shoulder, nods to my mom, and walks away.  Mom hugs me again.

Sunday morning. We’re in the store getting food for the week when moms phone chirps.  She pulls it out, sees who is calling, and rolls her eyes.  She stares at it for a second, then answers it. ‘Mary.  I thought we said everything on Friday.’ Oh boy. She listens for a moment and suddenly her manner changes, ‘What? When? How?  Oh my god.’  Tears are forming in her eyes.  ‘I’m so sorry.  Mary, I’m so very sorry.  Can we come over? Please? Mary, please. Mary?’ Mom looks at her phone again and I can see Simon’s mom has hung up.  She looks at me and pulls me into a fierce hug and kisses me on my forehead.  She hustles us out of the store to the car, groceries all but forgotten.  Now I’m scared.  I hear my phone chirp and try to pull it out of my pocket.  Mom orders me, ‘Leave it.’  She’s never be forceful like that to me.  I take my hand out of my pocket.  She brushes my hair and I suddenly realize what’s happened.

I start tear up and look at her.  I whisper, ‘No…no…no.’  She hugs me.  I fall to ground and put my back against the car.  She lowers herself next to me and puts an arm around my shoulder. We both breakdown and cry in the parking lot. 

Simon’s funeral was going to be a week later.  His parents asked me to be there.  They even asked me to speak.

I had no idea what to say and said as much to my mom.  She just said, ‘Speak from your heart.’ 

I thought about Simon all week and on Wednesday it hit me.  I knew how to memorialize him.  I searched the internet for what I needed and showed it to mom.  She arched an eyebrow and said only if I was sure.  I went into my bedroom and grabbed the photo she had taken of the Simon and I the first time I dyed my hair.  I showed it to her and she nodded ok. 

‘It’s going to hurt, a lot, and will take longer than you think.’ 

‘I know, but not as much as losing Simon hurts.’  She held my hand in a tight grip.

Saturday came around and the wrestling match was cancelled due to the funeral.  All the wrestlers were there.  Simon was my best friend and so a friend to all of them. 

I was in line to be the third and last speaker.  I had a hat on, the same one I wear to every wrestling match and don’t take off until I get on the mat with my opponent.

The first two speakers got up and went thru the routine stuff about how great Simon was, how fun he was to be around.  How he liked gaming and sci-fi movies.  I heard all of it, but did not really hear it.

Next thing I know, the priest is introducing me to everyone.  I walk up to the stand and look out at everyone.  Almost the whole school is there.  His parents and relatives are in the first few rows.  The wrestling team and my mom are right behind them.  Mom is sitting with coach and his wife.  The three of them know what I’m going to say and do.  I hesitantly start off…

‘As many of you know and have heard today, Simon was a great guy.  And he was and always will be.  But to me Simon was someone special.  He was my best friend.  He was there the first time I shaved my hair into a mohawk and dyed it orange.’  All the wrestlers giggle remembering the sight. ‘I know people find that hard to believe because we had such different tastes.  But, I think our differences made us friends.  We’d spend countless hours talking about movies he’d watched with Dragon’s and the heroes who rode them.  Or, we’d watch a wrestling movie like “Win-Win” and discuss the wrestling techniques used by Kyle.’ 

‘Another thing we had in common,’ I pause and look at my mom.  She nods ever so slightly, ‘Is that we are both gay.’  Mummers float throughout the church.  I see some people pull out their phones and start to record what I say, but fuck it, it’s not about me today.  ‘Simon and I loved each other.  We cared for one another.  I had his back and he had mine.’  I pause again and see his parents are smiling thru tear-filled eyes.

‘One Saturday night, he rented the movie Avatar, which I’m sure we’ve all seen.  He kept making comments that I was the hero who rode the dragon.  I’d fly in and swat the enemies away.  Or I’d be Smaug from The Hobbit breathe fire to kill my enemies.  My tail was also a weapon.  Once I’d killed the enemies, I’d fly off with my love.  I didn’t know what he meant at the time, but I do now.  We all need to be there for our friends, regardless.  You need to talk to them, engage them, make sure they’re ok.  I tried with Simon, but it was too late.  Now he’s gone.  But he will not be forgotten, not be me.’  I take my hat off and show off my head.  The mohawk is gone.  My hair is normal length and just spiked.  It’s also bleach blonde to match Simon’s.  ‘Here is the first way I am going to honor him.  I will forever keep my hair bleach blonde to remember the man who showed me how to love another person.’  I pause, take off my suit jacket, tie, and unbutton my shirt.  When I get to the last button, I look out over the audience and continue, ‘And here is how I am going to remember I was his hero, his dragon.’  I walk in front of the podium, pull the shirt off and turn around.  On my back is the outline of a dragon tail tattoo.  It starts at my neck and winds it’s all way over my back, ending between my ass cheeks.’  The audience goes wild. I hear the wrestling team cheering and chanting my name.  Suddenly, a new chant erupts, ‘Cam, Cam bleach haired dragon tailed man.’  I turn back around, pull the shirt back on and start to button it up. 

I walk back behind the podium, and look at the crowd.  My mom is crying with joy.  Coach gives me a thumbs up.  Simon’s parents are also crying and holding each other.  The wrestling team is still a raucous mess.  Coach finally stands up and glares at them.  They immediately quiet down.

I finish off by saying, ‘Simon was my boyfriend and my lover for such a short period of time, but what he did for me will last forever.  I hope everyone out there finds someone as special as him.’  I nod and walk back to my seat.  As I sit, I realize I’m shaking and sweating uncontrollably. 

The guy next to me puts his hand on my shoulder and quietly says, ‘You are the man, Cam. Don’t you ever forget it and never let anyone tell you different.’   I nod in appreciation and look to the ground, letting my own tears of love for Simon finally flow. 

As I finish my story, I see Davey and Ian are weeping.  Max has a tear in his eye and Ming is passing out tissues.  Ming comes over and sits next to me.  He kisses me on my cheek and says, ‘I’m sorry I never got to meet Simon, he sounds like a great guy.”

“He was Mingster, he was, and so are you.”  I kiss him back.

 

 

[Sjdmuscle]

Wow, Psuace that was incredible and Powerful! Ming pass me the tissues!

[Psuace]

It'a a long one guys, but fun and lots of sex   Enjoy and let me know what you think.

 

Part 11, My own private bodybuilder.

“Do these posing trunks make my butt look fat?”  Jay asks as he swivels his body in front of the mirror trying to get a good look at his ass.  He’s trying on a third pair of posing shorts.  These are metallic light blue and match his eyes perfectly.  He flexes his glutes in an attempt to make them smaller and fit into the posers.  Striations appear on his butt cheeks as he flexes, very sexy.

“Yes, Muscles, they make your ass look fat, just like the yellow banana hammock and bright red ones did.”  I say sarcastically back to him from my position lying on the bed.  I continue to stare at his ass and the rest of him.  It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon.  We’ve already hit the gym, done laundry, made meals for the next few days.  I’ve trimmed up my body hair and he’s off shaved what little hair he has.  Now we’re just relaxing.  I’m in a pair of dark blue nylon gym shorts and a white and green t-shirt.  Jay is shirtless and has spent the last half hour trying on his plethora of posers in an attempt to find one he likes. 

I can’t believe my boyfriend has finally agreed to enter a bodybuilding contest. 

He lets out a heavy sigh and strips off the posers and reaches for a dark green pair. I’d asked him a couple times over the past few years if he had any interest in competing, but he was always elusive, never giving me a definite yes or no.  I had even asked Ty if Jay had shown any interest prior to us meeting up 6 years ago.  Ty said, ‘Not really, but his father had won a few contests.  You may want to ask him or Gran about it.’  Jay, again, was elusive, but a call to Gran cleared it up.  I’d known Jay parents and younger brother passed away in a car accident when Jay was 6 or 7.  She said Jay’s dad, Matthew was a star wrestler in high school and college and got into bodybuilding after college as a way to stay in shape and make a few extra dollars.  He was a rising star on the contest circuit and would have gotten his pro ticket, if not for the accident.  Gran said she knew the bug would eventually bite Jay, but she never pushed it. If he wanted to compete or not, she’d support him.  She thinks he was waiting for the right time in his life. 

When he called her a few weeks ago to tell her he’d entered a local contest, she was ecstatic.  She made him send her all the details so she could enter the date onto her calendar.  She said she was going to come over and attend. 

Jay told her he was nervous about her attending his first contest.  He didn’t want her to be disappointed if he did not do as well as his father did.  I could hear her chastise him through the phone.  She was not loud or harsh.  She said she was going to be proud of him regardless of how he did and she would never compare him to his father.

After the call he was a nervous wreck.  I had to cuddle with him for a while to calm him down. He’s since gotten used to the idea of Gran coming to watch, and is even looking forward to it. 

We went online to Wikipedia and Youtube and looked at hundreds of routines until we found one which he thought matched up with his body type. 

We’ve been looking for the right music and he’s been trying some different songs based on what he’s seen online. 

He’s been practicing in our condo living room and is usually stumbling over an end table or chair.  I try not to laugh, because I know he’s trying his best, but he sometimes looks like a drunk elephant.

All our friends are excited and cannot wait for the day of the contest.

He peels the green ones off and say, “I like the blue one’s best, how about you Curly?”

I wink at him and say jokingly, “I wish you could perform naked, but if you have to wear posers, then yeah, I like the blue ones too.”

He coyly responds, “I could give you a private show later…”  He winks at me and I wink back.  I feel my groin stir.  He continues, “Right now I need to get the second part of my routine down.  Come watch.”

“Ok.”  And we head to the living room.  We move the tables and chairs out of the way and now have a large carpeted area for him to maneuver around.  I open my phone and open the music app.  He finally settled with ‘Natural’ by Imagine Dragons for his routine.  He likes the beat.  I think the lyrics match the fact that he is a natural at posing.  I remind him, “Remember, you have around 2 minutes.  Don’t hold your poses too long.”  He nods.

Before the song begins, he crouches in the middle of the room, getting into as small a ball as possible.  The song starts.  I click the stop watch on my phone.  He slowly extends his arms outward and starts to stand up.  I can see the veins in his arms pulsing with blood.  The striations on his shoulders stand out.  When he is fully upright, he quickly brings his arms into a double bicep curl and tenses his core.  His chest and abs explode into relief.  He tenses his pecs and they become hard as steel.  He does a slow pec roll, showing his muscle control.  He vacuums his midsection and shows his impressively small waistline.  His abs are still well defined, even though they are crunched.  His quads and calves are tensed as well.  I can see more veins crawling over his massive thighs.  He shakes his legs once or twice and then immediately flexes them.  They become like pillars of concrete.  The blue posers do look best on him, now that I’m seeing them as he does his routine.

His breathing is calm and paced.  He begins to sweat from the exertion.  He turns and moves into a back lat spread showing off his wide and muscular back.  He then transitions to a rear double bi, quickly followed by a calf and quad pose.  I keep quiet and jot some notes down. 

He turns back to face me, grabs the straps of the posers, pulls them up a bit, sticks his right leg out in front of him, and leans down into a most muscular.  He smiles a warm smile and his eyes are lit up.  I take some more notes and check the time.  I quietly say, “60 seconds.”  He nods and moves into squat, extending his left leg out to the side and putting most of his weight on his flexed right leg.  He extends his left arm out over his leg, and curls his right arm over his head, pointing his fingers at his extended leg.  His triceps come into view and I can see the horseshoe.  He casually flexes his body for a few seconds. 

Now comes the part where he’s had a bit of problems. 

Staying in the squat position, he brings his left arm up and curls it over his head while bringing his right arm down across his waist.  When the arms are in position, he tightens his core and flexes again.  From there he moves both arms into a double bicep pose and flexes as hard as he can.  His biceps jump and he twitches them by swiveling his wrists back and forth. His balance waivers for a second or two, but he stays in control.  I take a few more notes. 

“30 seconds.”  He slowly stands and turns so he is facing the side wall.  He flexes his right leg and pulls his heel up, putting all pressure on the ball of his foot.  He extends his right arm down, flexing the triceps again.  At the same time, he sticks his left arm straight out and brings it up into a bicep curl and holds the pose.  He’s facing the wall.  I take a note.  He then brings his right arm up into a flex, but does not raise the arm up.  It stays next to his waist and chest.  He puffs out his chest and flexes his pecs again.

“Time, Muscles.”  He releases his body.  He is sweating profusely.  He falls onto the sofa and looks exhausted, but happy.  I smile at him and walk over to sit next to him.  “Much better.” I say, patting his sweaty, slick chest.  “Your movements are getting more in line with the music.  You may need to hold one or two poses a bit longer and really flex when the music hits a high beat.”  He nods.  “Also, there was a time near the end where you were looking at the wall and not the audience.”  He nods again.  “We can watch Cedric McMillans’s routine again later.”

“Thanks, Curly.”  He leans over and kisses me on the cheek.  “I think we should video my next practice.”  I nod and think to myself; we should have been recording them all along.  “I want to run through it again, if you don’t mind.  I want to change one or two poses.  Let me know what you think.”  I nod ok. 

We get up.  Jay gets a towel from the bathroom and wipes himself down.  I get a tripod and set it up and put his phone on top and set the camera to the video option.  I stay behind the camera and make sure the angle is wide enough to capture him from start to finish without having to move it.  Once I get it set, I give him a thumbs up.  He squats down and pauses.  I click start and also start the music. 

The first half of his routine is the same.  He does a better job at matching when he squeezes his flexes to when the music peaks.  He gets to the second part and while he’s in his squat, he leans his body forward and his head down toward the floor, bending at his waist.  He stretches his arms out to the sides and rotates them so the triceps are visible.  He flexes and the horseshoes come into view.  From there he lifts his chest and head up, stays in the squat and does a double bicep pose and tenses his core.  I nod to myself.  We can work to incorporate this.

He finishes and looks up to me with a huge smile on his face.  I smile back and nod to him.  “Looks great buddy.  Just a few adjustments to your timing and that will fit in nicely.  It really shows off your shoulders and arms.”  He winks at me. 

He sits back on the sofa and grabs the towel.  I bring his phone to him and we watch the video.  When it ends, he glances at me sideways and asks, “You really think I have a chance?”  I nod yes.  I lean over and kiss him on the lips.  His body is still sweaty and slick, but his muscles are pumped and I can feel the blood flowing through them.  “Come on Max, I saw you popping a woody during both routines.”  I blush.  “Are you sure you aren’t biased?”  He playfully bounces his pecs for me.  I put my hand on one of them and he bounces it again, then hardens it to concrete.  My fingers massage the hard muscle lovingly.  I lean down and kiss him again.

I lean back up and say, “Well, maybe a little.”  He raises an eyebrow.  “Not everyone is lucky enough to live with a hunk of a man.”  Now it’s his turn to blush. I run my fingers down his chest to his abs, then his belly button.  I rub the back of my fingers over this area, which I know can be sensitive on him.  “Don’t get all shy and embarrassed on me, Muscles.  You’ve got the body; I think this contest will do you some good.  I’m not exactly thrilled that everyone will get to see all of this,” I wave my hand over his muscled body, “but at least you’ll still have posers on,” I leer at him.  “and I know what’s hiding underneath.”

He lets out a raucous laugh. “Don’t worry buddy, I’ll be thinking of you the whole time I’m on stage.”  I look at him questioningly.  “Just thinking about how hard I can get you with my flexing.”  He winks at me, flexes his bicep, and continues, “Just think, you’ll be sitting next to Gran, staring at me, trying not to get a raging hard-on, or touch yourself.  It’ll be priceless.”  He starts laughing again.  I groan and punch him in the bicep.  He wraps his massive arm around my shoulder and pulls me close to him.  He leans over and kisses the top of my head.  “Want to get a shower and cleaned up?”

I look him in the eyes and lovingly say, “I’d rather get sweaty with you first and have that private show you mentioned earlier.”  I kiss him on the cheek.  He nods ok.  He stands up, leans over, and scoops me into his arms.  I wrap my left arm around his neck as he carries me back to the bedroom.  We enter and he kicks the door shut.  The curtains are already closed, from earlier.  He walks us to the bed and tosses me onto it. I land on my back and bounce once.  He playfully grabs my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed.  He reaches up, grabs my shorts, and begins to slowly pull them down.  They momentarily get stuck on my growing erection, but I untie the drawstring and they slide off.  My boner pops up and hits my abs through my t-shirt.  Jay whistles and slowly pulls the posers off.  His fire-hose flops out and starts its long ascent.

I get up on my knees and lean my head on his chest.  He reaches down between us and softly caresses my hairless balls and tugs me a few times with his left hand.  He reaches his right hand into my curls and caresses them.  I moan tenderly.  He pulls his hands up my sides, grabbing the t-shirt and pulls it off me.  We’re now both at full mast.  I stand up on the bed and am now a few inches taller than he. 

My unit rests in the valley between his pecs.  He playfully squeezes his pecs, trapping my unit.  I put my hands on his shoulders and lean up and down a few times, and a dollop of pre-cum oozes out and slides down my dick.  I look down and put my hands on the sides of his face and caress his cheeks and jawbone. I kiss him on his nose.  My hands move to the nape of his neck and caress his crew cut hair.  He hums to me.  He looks up and his blue eyes are sparkling and full of love for me.  I feel him gently put his hands on my lower back.  He pulls me to him and lifts me off the bed with ease.  I wrap my legs around his waist and my move my arms to his shoulders and start to slowly slide down his body.  I get part of the way down and I can feel him flex his dick outward.  My body comes to rest in the valley between his unit and his abs.  Our heads are at the same level.  My curly haired chest and abs are rubbing against his hairless body and it feels wonderful.

He moves in for a kiss.  It’s long, slow, sloppy, and tender.  I close my eyes and let my mouth relax.  Jay is an expert in making me feel safe and loved.  He continues to kiss me, wetting our lips every so often.  I open my mouth a bit and some warm air escapes me.  He breathes it in and then blows some back into my mouth.  My body tingles.  All my nerve endings come alive and just the feel of his body touching mine makes me feel electrified.  My unit pulses between us. 

I tighten my grip on his body and move just a bit closer to him.  The warmth his body is exuding, due to the exertion from the posing routine, make him a big warm cuddly mountain of muscle. I squirm a bit to get closer, but my dick is throbbing and thumping against his rock-hard abs. His hands move to cup my ass cheeks.  He tenderly massages them.  I can feel his unit along my crack.  He spreads my checks and I raise my body in anticipation.  I feel his tip at my hole.  I relax my body and let him slide into me.  We moan in unison into each other’s mouths.  I press my lips to his with force.   

He tenses his neck and we just stand there.  His dick impaling my body, my mouth ravaging his.  My legs squeeze his waist just a bit tighter as my arms pull his head a millimetre or two closer to me.  I release the kiss and put my head on his left shoulder.  I nuzzle his traps and lick at his ear lobe. 

He gently thrusts his hips upward. 

And so, it begins. 

He starts ever so slowly, tortuously slow in my opinion, but he knows what he’s doing, so I let him have his way. His unit enters me completely.  I sigh with the feeling of wholeness it gives me.  I can feel it pulsing, growing just a bit bigger.  His strong, firm hands still holding my ass cheeks, and softly massaging them.  A tear escapes my eye in this our perfect moment together.  I hear and feel him sigh as well.  His breathing becomes rhythmic.

He casually flexes his forearms and lifts me up a bit.  He then juts his hips upward a bit and lowers his arms, forcing himself further into me.  I keep my head on his shoulder and continue to lap at his ear lobe and softly blow warm moist air into his ear.  When I release a breath into him, his fingers squeeze my butt cheeks, letting me know he approves.  This loving, two-way experience goes on for what seems like forever, but in reality, is only 5 minutes or so.   

He slowly moves us to the bed, turns so his back is facing the bed, and gently lowers us to it.  He leans back and pulls me down with him.  I release my legs from their position around his waist.  I’m now atop him and I move my legs move to his sides.  He thrusts his hips up and I push back at the same time.  I moan in pleasure.  He’s so good at making sure I get the most pleasure for our time together. 

I put my hands on his chest and push myself up.  He flexed has pecs and they turn to concrete.  I flick his nipples and tenderly tug them.  Now it’s his turn to moan in pleasure.  He looks me in the eyes and blows me a kiss.  I blow one back to him. 

He puts his hands on my hips and grabs hold.  He wants to take over.  I nod and move my hands to his biceps.  They’re hard as rocks, but he allows me to get a good grip on them. He starts lifting me off his unit, again, ever so slowly.  As he pulls me off, he flexes his unit, banging my insides.  I attempt to clamp down on his unit, to prevent him from pulling out too far.  He senses the new tightness and starts to push me back down.  My insides scream in pain and pleasure.  His fullness completes me. 

He picks up the pace over the next few thrusts.  His arms are still hard as rocks, but my grip is steady.  He is now mashing me onto him as completely as possible.  I release my left hand from his right bicep and take ahold of my unit.  I jerk it several times and feel my load building quickly.  I whisper ‘close’ to him and he takes a firm hold of my waist and pulls me off his unit.  He comes out of me with an audible pop.  He pulls my body up his torso.  I slide over his abs, up his lower chest, and end up with my unit just below his lips.  I’m still jerking off.  His tongue reaches out and laps as my piss slit.  He pulls the pre-cum that had escaped me into his mouth.  He smiles, I smile. 

He leans his head up and takes me into his mouth.  He washes his tongue over my dick and violently sucks me. I can feel his taste buds raking along my unit.  I lean my chest to his forehead and grab the bed’s headboard for support.  I thrust forward once or twice and unleash my load.  He opens his throat and downs my load.  His strong, firm hands hold me steady the whole time.  When I finish, I lean back up, sitting on his chest, and I reach my left hand around my back and take ahold of him.  I jerk him quickly and I can feel his body tighten.  He cums; splattering juices all over my back.  It’s a warm, sticky, heavy load.  It hits me in the center of my back and starts to roll down towards my crack.

I lean down and he leans up.  We kiss, tenderly for a few minutes, letting our bodies recharge and recover.  I lay my head on his muscular pecs and he softens them, letting my head sink into the muscles.

The weeks pass leading up to Jay’s competition.  He practices, I watch and video him.  We tweak the music and his poses until we think it’s as good as it will get.  He is dieting and his muscles, big as they are, are now more defined.  His vascularity is amazing.  There are arteries and veins crawling over his body.   Ty has commented on his strength gains at the gym. 

We are now a few days out.  Gran gets here tomorrow, Friday.  Tonight, is our last night alone for the weekend and I’ve planned something special for my man.  Nothing that will wear him out or anything, but something I think he’ll enjoy.  I took half a day off work and ran around town finding everything.

It’s about 5:30. Ty sends me a text saying Jay just left the gym.  That gives me about 20 minutes.  I double check the bedroom and bathroom.  Everything is set there.  I pull dinner out of the oven, wrap it in foil, and let it cool.  Roasted carrots, celery, and Brussel Sprouts, Salmon filets, and tossed butter lettuce salad with light zesty Italian dressing.   Dessert, well, the G-rated one is fresh pineapple and blueberries.  I turn on some soft alternative music.  I’d found a mix of The Kongo’s relaxing songs.  I put it on repeat. 

I’m in the kitchen and hear the front door open.  I cheerfully call to him, “Hey Muscles, how was your day?”

“It was good Curly, how was yours?” I notice a cautiousness to his voice. I hear him walking across the living room toward the kitchen.  “What are you up?  Do I need to be scared or ready to call the Fire department?”

“Ha, ha.”  I feel him looking at me.  I turn around and a smirk comes over his face.  I’m standing there in my birthday suit, an apron, and a smile.  I also have on the baby blue bunny slippers he gave me as a gag gift one Christmas.  I put my hands on my hips, rock them forward a bit and say, “No kiss?  I’ve been slaving away here making you a nutritious meal and all you can do is smirk at me?”  I put on my best pouty face.  My growing erection belies my true feelings.  He notices the tenting in the lower apron and cocks an eyebrow.  I also see him starting to pop a tent.  My unit twitches on its own accord.  He involuntarily flexes a pec.  I run my tongue over my lips. 

He walks to me, leans down, and lovingly kisses me on the lips.  “Thank you, Max, you’re the best.”  He runs his strong fingers thru my curly hair and massages the back of my neck.  “So, what’s for dinner?” He asks as he starts looking under the foil wrapped platters and poking into the over.  “Mmmm, smells good Max.  Looks good too.”  He turns and smiles at me again.  “Is it ready now or…” he pauses and looks me over with salacious eyes.

I innocently respond, “Yes Jay, dinner is ready now.  Desserts will be later.”  His eyes perk up upon hearing there will be multiple desserts.  Now he runs his tongue over his lips.  “Can you bring those platters to the table, please.” I ask pointing to the vegetables and salad.  I carry the salmon.

I run back to the bedroom and toss on a pair of shorts and t-shirt and we sit to eat.  I ask how work and the gym were.  He says work was boring, but the gym was great.  He got lots of minor muscle training in, and did some light cardio.

Everyone knows he’s competing in a few days, so they’ve been bugging him with questions while he works out.  He tries to take it in stride, but every so often, I can see he’d get irritated.  That’s when Ty, Eddie, or myself would step in and ask them to let him be.  Well, Eddies scowls at them and they back away slowly. 

We take our time with dinner, savoring the food.  I’m a fairly decent cook, and am lucky to have a mother who is willing to share some tips and secrets on how to make otherwise bland food taste really good.  I seasoned the roasted vegetables with basil, oregano, and sea salt prior to putting them in the oven.  I seasoned the salmon with dill and put lemon slices on top of them.  I let them bake for about 20 minutes at 350 degrees.  When I pulled them out, I sprinkled some sea salt on them as well.  Not too much, but just to pull the flavors out.

Jay eats everything and seems to have room for more. 

When we finish, we load the dishwasher and I pull the fruit out of the fridge.  I set it on the counter so some of the chill will come off.  We head into the living room and sit on the couch.  I turn volume down on the stereo and dim the lights.  I snuggle in next to Jay and he wraps his left arm over my shoulder and pulls me closer.  His body is warm and he runs his left hand up and down my arm, caressing and playing with the hair there.  He leans over and kisses the top of my head.  I run my right hand along his left quad.  I rub his hardened muscle and see veins crawling over it.  I poke at them like they’re little hoses and I’m stopping the flow of water.  It’s childish, I know, but it is just another reason for me to touch him.  After I’ve had my fun, I look up into Jay’s clear blue eyes and see he’s smiling at me, laughing at me.  I giggle as well.

We make small talk for a bit. 

He softly says, “Thanks for dinner Max.  It was great.”  He rubs my arm again and I pat him on the leg.  He grows quiet and his right foot bounces a bit.  Something’s up. 

“Talk to me Jay.”  He knows that I know he has something on his mind.

His voice waivers, “I’m nervous about Saturday.” I pat his leg again.  “I think I’m ready, but...” he trails off. 

I scoot up on the sofa and turn to face him.  I put my right hand along his left cheek and stroke him. He closes his eyes.  I put my left hand on his chest and can feel his heart beating faster than normal.  I climb into his lap and hook an arm around his neck.  He brings his left arm around my back and lays his right hand over my legs.  He pulls me closer.  I kiss him on the cheek.  I whisper, “You’re ready.  Don’t you let anyone tell you differently.”  He nods slightly.  “Everyone will be proud of you, regardless of how you do.”  I kiss him again.  He messes my hair.

“You ready for dessert?”  I ask softly?  He nods.  We get off the couch and head back into the kitchen.  I dish up the fruit and we sit at the table next to each other.  The contrasting flavors of the tart blueberries and sweet pineapple match perfectly.  I take a bite of an especially tart berry and my face scrunches in response. I hear Jay giggle.  “Not funny.  That berry was super tart.”  He just shrugs his shoulders and continues to smirk at me. 

I pick up a piece of pineapple between my index finger and thumb.  I dip it back in the bowl to soak it in the juices.  Once it’s fully saturated, I bring it to my mouth, but at the last moment I quickly move it and rub it all over Jay’s face.  He jerks his head back, but I keep the fruit on him, still rubbing it all over him.  He quickly grabs my hand in his and gently pulls it away. I try to force my hand back, but he resists.  I relent and move the fruit to his mouth.  He opens and it put it in.  His tongue grabs the fruit and pulls it the rest of the way.  He pulls my fingers into his mouth.  After he swallows the pineapple, his tongue laps at my fingers, coating them with saliva.  I wiggle then around. He closes his eyes and moans.  I smile.

He lets my fingers go and I pull them out.  I caress his jawline with my still wet fingers.  He moves his head to mimic my motions.  He turns to look me in the eyes and raises an eyebrow.  I wink at him. 

He nods toward the bedroom.  I shake my head no.  He raises both brows in mild shock. I say, “I have a request.”  He smiles a crooked smile and nods.  “Can you do your routine for me one more time, but with one twist?”  He nods yes feverishly.  “You don’t even know what my request is yet?” 

He shrugs his shoulders and says, “Knowing you Max, it’s going to be something good.”  He laughs and so do I. 

I blush a bit.  “Let’s go back in to the living room.”  We put the dishes in the washer and turn it on.  We head back in and move the furniture out of the way.  Jay strips off his gym shorts and is already wearing a pair of posers.  I get the music ready and sit cross legged on the sofa. Jay gets into position on the starts to kneel down. 

“Hold on buddy.”  He looks up to me.  “Take the posers off.”  I smile at him.  A wicked grin comes over his face.  He stands up, inhales deeply, inflating his huge muscular chest, spreading his lats, and vacuuming his waist.  He seductively puts his thumbs under the poser’s straps at his hips and slowly pushes them down.  I see he has a slight erection, and his unit is twitching.  Mine starts to tingle too.  When they’re most of the way down he just shakes his legs and they fall to the floor.  He takes one foot out and with the other foot, flings the poser at me.  I catch it and bring it to my face and inhale his sweaty gym musk.  His unit jerks up and bounces off his abs.  

He’s now fully erect.  I nod and he nods back, crouching back down.  I click the music and it begins.  He slowly stands extending his arms.  His vascularity is amazing.  He goes through his routine. He’s smiling the whole time, looking right into my eyes.  His blue eyes are excited and dancing with the music.  My unit is at full mast about 30 seconds in and is tenting my shorts to their limit.  His unit has been bouncing off his abs and legs.  He doesn’t seem to mind or notice. 

He’s fine tuned his routine and now adds an extra flex while holding every pose.  His biceps have veins crawling over them and the heads split with ease.  His chest is extra pumped and he adds a slow pec roll just to show off.  His nipples are erect and hard.  His legs look like solid granite pillars and when he shakes the enormous quads, they look like rolling slabs of beef.  I lick my lips.  He puts his hands on his hips and sucks in his stomach.  His abs come into relief, his chest expands, and his arms inflate.  My eyes wander over his body trying to take it all in.  There’s so much to see.  My unit aches to for attention, but I keep my hand off it, knowing I would cum with just a few quick jerks.  I see a dribble of pre-cum leak out of Jay’s unit.  He twitches it and it bounces off his abs at his command. 

The music ends and Jay stands there, holding the pose, glistening with sweat.  A wicked smile comes back over his face.  He says in his commanding voice, “Stand up.”. I comply.  My unit still straining in my shorts.  He walks over to me in two strides, looks down, smiles, and scoops me up into a cradle.  I gasp.  He then easily flips me over so I am face down.  He puts his hands under my chest and legs and presses me over his head. My 175 pounds is nothing to my muscle man.  He looks up, smiles, and lowers me.  He presses me several more times. My unit is screaming for release.  His chest is huge, his nipples erect.  His arms show no signs of straining with my weight.  I can tell he’s smiling. 

He walks to the sofa, slowly lowers me back into a cradle position, flips me back over, and sits down.  I hook an arm around his neck, pull myself up, and immediately pull his face to mine.  I kiss him passionately. He responds in kind.  I feel his unit under me trying to stand up.  Jay moves his hands to my waist, unties the knot in my shorts and pulls them off me.  My unit springs up.  He grabs it and starts to jerk it. 

I stop kissing him and put my hand on top of his.  I look him in his eyes and pleadingly say, “Not yet.”  He nods and takes his hand off.  “Just one thing for me Muscles, please.”  He looks into my eyes with love and nods yes.  “Stand up.”  I climb off his lap and he stands.  I blush thinking my next request will sound selfish.

He sees me pause and calmly says, “Just ask Max.”  I look up to him and he winks.  “You know I’ll do whatever I can for you Curly.”

I bashfully ask, “Can you do a most muscular pose for me and hold it.”  His eyes light up, brighter than I have even seen them.  He nods. 

Before he starts, he crooks a finger at me and motions for me to come closer.  I do.  I’m about a foot away when he grunts and explodes into the pose.  His muscles burst.  He’s smiling like never before. 

I take the final step and reach my hand out.  I caress his cheek.  He blows a kiss to me.  My hand wanders to his shoulder, feeling the hardness of the traps.  I move to his side and put both hands on his biceps and triceps and squeeze.  He flexes harder and the muscles feel like stone. His arms are peaking at 25 inches. I run my fingertips over them and moan.  I lean down, apply some spit to it, and kiss the peak.  I lick off the salty sweat.  It tastes heavenly.  My hands continue to feel the muscle, but Jay holds the pose and twitches his biceps, turning me on even more.  My unit is visibly throbbing and I see a steady thin string of pre-cum escaping Jay’s.

I move to his forearms and let my fingers wander over the prominent veins.  He giggles.  I duck under his arm and pop up right in front of his face.  I kiss him, but he continues to hold the pose.  I bend over a bit and put my lips on his erect left nipple and suck it.  He flexes his pec even harder.  I purse my lips and take the nipple into my mouth.  I run my tongue over it and coat it with moister.  He moans again. I nibble on it and can feel him shudder. His dick flexes involuntarily and glances off my abs. 

I put my left palm on his right pec and run my thumb over the muscles.  He does a pec roll of just the right pec.  I quake at his control over his body.  I take the nipple between my index finger and thumb and tug and twist it.  His breathing becomes heavier, but he continues to hold the pose.

I reach my right hand down to his engorged unit and take hold of it.  It’s throbbing and I can feel pre-cum has coated it completely and there is even more escaping him. 

He whispers to me, “Careful Max, I’m just as close as you are.”  I stop sucking on his nipple, stand up, and kiss him.  I pat him on the chest and he releases the pose.  I’m still tugging him. 

We’re both urgent at this point.  I hook my left arm around his neck.  He understands what I want.  He moves his hands to my ass.  I release his unit and move my right hand to his neck as well.  I wrap it around and pull myself closer to him.  He grabs my cheeks, lifts me up, and sets me on the tip of his cock.  I relax my hole and in he slides.  There is enough stickiness that lube is not needed.  I sink all the way down and when I hit bottom, I moan into his mouth.  Warm air escapes me.

He moves to the sofa, turns and sits down. I bend my knees under me.  He’s still embedded in me.  He bucks his hips and I am lifted up.  He grabs my unit and tugs it gently.  I nod to him and he starts a quicker motion.  I lift my ass up, slowly pulling myself off him.  When I’m about halfway up, I push back down.  He sighs.  I do it again, but go up two thirds of the way, then quickly smash back down.  I can feel his unit throbbing.  I put my hands on his chest to steady myself and begin to lift my ass up and down at a quicken pace.  His jerking motion matches my bouncing motion. 

It doesn’t take long.  I’m on a downward push and can feel my load boiling up my dick.  I bottom out and move my hands to his biceps and hold on for dear life.  He savagely jerks me two more time and my load blasts out of me.  “Fuck…” I moan. 

At the same time, the dam bursts on his unit and his cum gushes into me. “Hold on buddy.” The force of his release pushes me up.  He quickly moves his right hand to my shoulder and pushes me back down.  I groan in complete unfettered pleasure. 

My thick load splatters over his face, pecs, and abs.  One of the largest loads I’ve released.  After I’ve finished, I can still feel his unit pulsing in me.  He strains, bucks his hips up one more time, and unleashes a final load. It feels as large as his first shot.

We’re both spent.  I fall forward onto his cum covered chest.  He lovingly wraps his arms around my back and hugs me.  After a while, we both soften.  His unit slides out and flops down.   We stay on the sofa hugging.  I kiss his chest again and lap up some of my cum.  He moves his hand up and down my back, warming me and letting me know his love for me.  I whisper, “Thank you Jay.”  He messes my curls in response.

I wake at some point later and find we are in bed, both naked, sheets half on us.  Jay is lying next to me and I’m using his left bicep as my pillow, my left arm draped over his chest.  His breathing is deep and rhythmic.  I look over his chest and see the alarm clock.  It’s 3 am.  I settle back down and lay my head back onto his soften bicep and fall back to sleep.

Next thing I hear is music playing. 

The alarm clock has gone off.  I hear “Yellow” by Coldplay playing.  I lay still and let the lyrics wash over me and realize how sad the song really is.  Jay is still asleep.  I trace my fingers lightly over his chest and nuzzle my body closer to his.  I try to entwine my legs with his, but his are too large and heavy for me to try to move. 

The song ends and the DJs come on with the weather for the day.  I slip out of bed and pad across the floor to the bathroom.  I shut the door and turn the light on.  It’s bright.  I immediately close my eyes tightly for a bit and slowly open them, as they become adjusted.  I glance at myself in the mirror and don’t see any cum on me.  Jay must have cleaned me up before putting me in bed.  My man. 

I start my morning routine.  I’m in the shower when the bathroom door opens and Jay comes in.  He still looks tired.  He comes to the shower, opens the door, and says, “Hey sexy, thanks for last night.” 

I lean over and kiss him, trying not to slip or get the floor too wet. I respond, “My pleasure.”  He winks at me, shuts the door and starts his routine. 

I finish showering, towel off, get out, and finish up in the bathroom.  I head to the bedroom and start to get dressed.  I hear Jay turn the shower back on and get in.  I toss on a light green polo and a pair of khakis. I pull on some tan socks with a green stripe and slip on my loafers.

Once done, I head to the kitchen and start breakfast. I click on my laptop and quickly check my emails and Facebook.  Nothing exciting showing up.  I start to pull lunch items out and pack our bags. 

A few minutes later I hear Jay coming down the hall.  I turn and see he’s wearing a crisp blue and white striped Oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his mid-forearms.  His un-flexed biceps strain the upper portion of the sleeves.  The collar is open to the second button due to his huge chest, and I can see his white undershirt.  He’s wearing a pair of Lee jeans that were specially fitted due to his odd measurements.  They’re not skin tight, but they’re also not bagging, like sweatpants.  He’s got a pair of Kalahari Chukka boots on and his gym bag in hand.  He sets the bag down and comes over to me.  This time he says, “Morning” and leans down to kiss me on the cheek.  I smell his Old Spice body-wash and deodorant.  I can also smell the Listerine mouthwash as he breathes on me.   He wraps his arm around me and pulls me in for a hug.  He asks, “How’d you sleep?”

I respond, “Like a baby.”  He smiles.  “Sorry I passed out on you.” 

He waves it off.  “No biggie.” He puts his hand on my shoulder and gently squeezes.  “You passed out kind of quickly.  I just stayed on the sofa for a while and watched you sleep.  You were so peaceful.  I didn’t want to wake you when I carried you back.”  I put my hand on his chest and pat him in thanks. 

I turn back to making our lunches.  I ask him, “Do you want the leftover piece of salmon or some chicken breast?” 

“What do you want?  I’ll take the other.” 

“Ok, I’m having salmon.  Oh, can you grab the Orange juice for me, please?”  He nods and pulls it out of the fridge.  He fills our glasses and puts it back.  He helps me finish packing the lunches and we sit to eat. 

He says, “Gran will be here around 5.  Are you sure it won’t be a problem for you to be here to meet her?”  I nod yes.  “Ok.  I just want to get in one last quick chest day and some light cardio.”

“Jay, it’s fine.” I say with positivity in my voice.  “Gran will be fine even if I’m not here.  She’s got a key.” 

“I know, but I’d just feel better if one of us were here.”  I reach over and rub his arm. 

“You know she’d give you grief if she found out about this.”

He laughs at me and jokingly says, “Oh, she already knows and has given me plenty of grief, but I will continue to do it and there’s nothing she can do to stop me.  It’s the one thing I can actually do that she has little power to stop me.”  He puffs his chest out and cranes his neck and head upward like he’s won some kind of award.

“Yeah, you keeping thinking that buddy.”  I just shake my head from side to side. 

We kiss goodbye and head to work.  The day drags, as most Friday’s do.  One of the upsides is that it is a payday for me.  Jay texts at lunch asking how things are going.  Just one of the little things we do, text each other during the day, to check in.  I write back that the day is fine, a bit slow, but okay otherwise.  I ask how his is.  He responds a minute later saying it’s okay too.  He’s nervous, I can tell.  I reassure him again and he sends back a winking eye emoji.  I smile and send him a kiss. 

4pm rolls around and I head home.  I shoot Jay a note saying as much and he sends back a thumb up.  As I pull into the parking lot of our condo building, I see Gran’s 2017 dark green Buick Verano in a guest parking spot.  Of course, she’s here early.  As I open the front door, I call out, “Hey Gran.” 

She pokes her head out of the kitchen.  She’s already got her apron on and I can see pots on the stove and the oven timer is on.  “Hello Maxwell.  How was work?”  Under her apron is a green and yellow print skirt and matching blouse.  She has on flats and no make-up. 

“It was ok, thanks.”  She eyes me up to see if I’m lying.  I put the most innocent face I can.  I think she believes me.  “How was your trip down.  Traffic not too bad?”  I ask as I head to the kitchen.  I sit at the table where she has already put out a plate of home baked Butterscotch Oatmeal cookies, still warm.

“It was a pleasant trip.  I stopped at that diner half way down for lunch.  They have the best sandwiches there.  I’m glad you and Jason suggested it to me.”  I nod to her.  I put two cookies on a waiting plate and she gets the container of milk from the fridge and pours me a glass.  She also puts a few cubes of ice in it, just as I like. “How’s Jason really doing?” She asks as she sits at the table across from me and her piercing gray eyes look directly into my brown ones.  She does it purposely, so she can gauge if I’m telling the truth or not. 

I’ve learned during my 6 years with Jay, Gran knows, she always knows.  No matter how good you may be at hiding something, she knows.  And she’s always on her game.  “He’s a bit nervous.”  She nods.  “His routine is spot on, but there is only so much practicing you can before you get bored and start to make mistakes.”  She nods again.  “I think he’ll be fine once he’s up on stage.”

“Will you be back stage with him?”

“No, I’ll be watching from the seats with you and everyone else.”  She raises an eyebrow, surprised.  “We talked about it and I really want to watch him with the audience and be a part of the fun.  Standing on the side of the stage may put me closer to him, but I really want to be out there with you and our friends.”  She nods.  “I will be back there before he goes on, just for moral support.”

“Who is helping him put on the tanning product?”

“Cam and Ming said they’d help.”

“Oh, how are Cameron and Ming?”  I pick up on her not calling Ming by his full name and pause.  I glance at her and cock an eyebrow.  “Oh, I know, but to say Jiao-Long Ming every time is a mouthful for an old lady like me.”  We both laugh. 

“They’re fine.  I had dinner with them, Davey, and Ian a bit ago.” I pause and say, “You know, you can just call me Max.”  She waves her hand at me.  “There’s no need to be so formal with me.”

We continue to make small talk for a while.  She gets up to check the pots and the oven.  I offer to help, but she waves me off.  I excuse myself and head to the bedroom to change.  I send Jay a quick note saying Gran is already here and making dinner.  I check the time and see it’s getting close to 5:30. He’ll be done and home soon.  As I walk back to the kitchen, Gran is busy putting the finishing touches on the chicken, which smells awesome.  She coated it with a butter mixture which included oregano, parsley, thyme, and sage.  She wraps a piece of foil over it and puts it back in the oven.  She turns the oven to warm and moves to the stove to tend to the vegetables and rice.

I grab dinnerware and plates and set the table. 

A few minutes later I hear the front door open and in walks Jay.  He’s in a sweaty navy-blue t-shirt and gray mesh shorts.   He looks beat.  I walk over to him and give him a polite kiss.  He does the same back.  Gran comes over, wiping her hands on a towel hooked onto her apron.  He leans down and she gives him a kiss on the cheek and rubs his left forearm with her right hand.  He smiles at her and she smiles back warmly.

She says, “Twenty minutes.”  Jay nods and heads to the bedroom.  I follow so we can talk.  Gran stays in the kitchen to finish getting dinner ready and to give us some privacy.

I shut the door.  “You ok buddy?  You look tired.”  I ask as I walk to him and give him a proper hug.  His body is smelly, but I don’t mind the smell or the sweat, which is making my shirt wet.

He embraces me tightly and rubs his hands up and down my back. “Yeah.”  He says quietly.  I don’t believe him.  We sit on the end of the bed and entwine our hands.  I lean my head on his right arm.  “I’m just tired from the prep for the contest, work, and working out.”  I rub his right thigh.  “I guess it caught up with me today at the gym.”  He stands and strips off his shirt and peals down his shorts and underwear.  His body is flushed and sweat is still coming out of him.  He walks into the bathroom and turns the shower on. 

I follow and pat him on the back as he stands at the sink, looking into mirror.  “It’ll be over tomorrow.”  I kiss him on his back, between is shoulder blades.  “I can’t take your angst away, but I can promise you, you will be fine once you get on stage.”  He shrugs his shoulders.  I take a hold of his left arm and pull him around so we are facing each other.  His chest is heaving and I see tears in his eyes.  I think to myself, ‘shit’.  I move closer, wrap my arms around him, and hug him again.  He leans his head down onto the top of mine.  I hold the hug.  I hear him sniff back a tear.  Now it is my turn to run my hands up and down his back.  He sighs.  I release the hug and he does as well, but a bit slower.  I look up into his eyes and say, “I think you’re right.  You’re tired and it caught up with you today.”  He nods.  “Take your shower and come have dinner.  I think you’ll feel better.”  I run my left hand over his right cheek and jaw.  He closes his eyes and moves his head in motion with my hand and sighs again.

He moves to the shower and before he gets in, he looks at me and says, “Thanks Curly.  You are my rock.” I wink at him.  He gets in and shuts the door.  I head back to the bedroom and toss on a new t-shirt.  I head to the kitchen and Gran is putting food on the table.  There are salad bowls on top of each plate and a salad sits on the table with a selection of dressings next to it.  I see the chicken, vegetables, and rice sitting on the stove.  They are covered in foil or have lids on their pots.

“Is he ok?”  She asks directly.  I shrug my shoulders and she lets out a grunt.  “His father would get the same way before a competition.”  I nod.

“I think he just needs some food and down time.” Now it is her time to nod.  I excuse myself and head to the living room.  I turn the stereo on and select a playlist of relaxing songs from the different playlists we have saved.  I keep the volume low, so it’s just background sound and won’t disrupt any dinner conversation.  I head back to the kitchen and see Jay coming down the hallway.  He looks a bit better.  He smiles to me and winks. Gran goes to him and hugs him again.  It’s a fierce hug and he accepts it.

We sit for dinner.  Gran leads us in grace and special prayer for Jay for tomorrow.

She fills bowls with salad and we pass around the dressings.  Jay and I take the Lite Zesty Italian and Gran opens the Ranch, lucky her.  We’re all quiet, enjoying the food.  We take our time.  No need to rush the meal.  Once we’re done with the salad, I clear the bowls and put the leftovers on the counter.  I put the dressings away and start to move the chicken and other items to the table. 

Gran is looking at Jay with an intense stare.  He’s looking at his plate.  She seems to be looking into his soul. She softly says, “Jason, look at me.”  He does.  She reaches her hand out and rubs his forearm again.  He sighs heavily. “Your father would get the same way before any of his wrestling matches or fitness competitions.”  His eyes seem to perk up a bit with interest. 

Gran never really talks about Jay’s parents, but now seems as good time as ever, to help put him at ease. 

“He would always be a bundle of nerves and your mother, bless her soul, would do everything she could to calm him down, even with you and your brother running around, jumping on him, begging him to play with you.”  Jay smiles as he remembers the time and an image has popped into his head.  “Once he was on the mat or on the stage, and the bell rang or the music started, any fear or hesitation would vanish.  It would be him doing his thing.” She says with a flourish of her hands.  Jay smiles again and nods.  His mood is lightening.  “Any time he pinned a guy or won a competition, you and your brother would be cheering and clapping like there was no tomorrow.  You’d be yelling, ‘Our daddy won, our daddy won.’  You’d be jumping up and down in your seats and then scamper into the aisle and dance around.”  I laugh at the image, as does Jay.  Gran is in smiling and continues, “Once the meet or competition was over, we’d go wait for him outside the locker room.  You would beg your mother to let you go into the locker room so you could help him pack his bag and then carry it out for him.”  She continues to rub his arm and he puts his hand on top of hers.  “He’d come out and you and your brother would run to him and jump on him.  He’d drop his bag, catch you both, lift you up, spin you around, and hug you tightly.”  Jay has a tear in his eye, but it is a tear of happiness as he’s remembering a good time in his life.

I take the foil off the chicken and the lids off the other pots.  Gran grabs a knife to carve the chicken, but Jay politely takes it and says, “I’ll do it.  You’ve already done so much for me.”  She doesn’t put up any fight.  He expertly carves the bird and gives Gran the first cut of meat.  She takes a serving of veggies and the rice.  Jay serves me next and then fixes his own plate.  He takes a double helping of veggies and a small serving of rice.  Gran doesn’t bat an eye. 

We settle in to eat.  The conversation picks up.  We don’t spend too much time on tomorrow.  Instead we talk about our plans for the upcoming holidays and if we’ll be taking any trips.  We had talked about flying south to Florida or South Carolina for New Year’s, but no definite plans.  We’d asked Ty and Davey to come with us and they are checking their schedules. 

Next thing we realize, dinner is done.  Our plates are empty and we’re just talking.  It feels comfortable.  Jay is at ease.  I get up to clear the table and Gran starts to get up too.  I wave her off and tell them to go into the living room and relax.  Jay looks at me with gratitude. 

As they settle into the sofa, I pull the cookies out and put them in the over to warm up.  I clean the dishes and put them in the washer.  I can hear them talking, but do not interrupt.  After I finish with the pots and pans, I pull the cookies out of the oven and put them on a platter.  I grab 3 glasses and fill them with water, for Jay, and milk for Gran and myself.  I carry everything and put it on the coffee table. 

I see Jay has a smile on his face and Gran is poking him in the ribs.  She is finishing another story, “…and your dad just lifted you and your brother up by the back of your t-shirts, out of the puddle, all covered in mud.  Your feet and arms were dangling two feet off the ground and you were trying to grab him.  He kept you at arm’s length so he didn’t get dirty.  He said in a mockingly angry voice, ‘What will you mom think of you two little muddy men?  Hmmm?’  He then smiled and said, ‘What would she say if there were three muddy men?’  He then put you both back down in the puddle and got down on the ground with you and wrestled with both of you.”  Jay and I start to laugh.  “Your mother came out of the house, saw the three of you and was furious with him, for about one second. Then a smile came over her and she kicked off her shoes, walked to the mud puddle, and got down in it with you.”

“Thanks Gran.  I kind of remember that.”  He has a warm relaxed smile on his face.  I sit next to him and rub his leg.  He puts his hand on top of mine.

We each grab a couple cookies.  After a while, we finish.  We all get up.  I turn the stereo off and they take the leftover cookies into the kitchen.  Jay sets the dishwasher to run around 2 am.  We turn the lights off, kiss Gran good night, and head to our room.

I shut the door.  We quietly change into PJ bottoms and climb into bed. I snuggle close to him and ask, “You good Muscles?”

He muses my curls and says, “Yeah Max, I’m better.  I’m ready for tomorrow.”  I kiss his bare chest and pat his abs.  He turns the light off and we drift to sleep.

The alarm goes off all too soon.  I roll over and Jay is leaning on his left side, staring at me with a smile on face.  His bright blue eyes are ablaze with excitement.  He whispers, “Morning sexy.”  He quickly arches both eye brows and then I can feel why he’s frisky.  His right hand is down my PJ bottoms and has a grip on my rock-hard erection.

“Is now the best time to be doing this?” I whisper back.  He tugs me a few times in response.  I close my eyes and let my left-hand wander to him.  I snake it into his bottoms, easily finding his anaconda, and get a firm grip on it.  I tug it once or twice and he grunts in appreciation.  He leans over and gently kisses me on the lips.  I awkwardly curl my right hand under the back of his head and pull him closer.  Our kissing becomes more passionate.

We come up for a breather.  I glance at the clock and blurt out, “Oh shit.  Jay, we’ve got to get moving.  Look at the time.”  I disentangle my arm and roll out from under him.  He glances over to the clock and sees it’s still early.  He swivels his head back to me and I wink at him and say, “I had to get you off me.”  I crookedly smile at him and continue, “When you win today.” I point to my still rock-hard boner, “this will be yours for the taking.”  I buck my hips forward once or twice.  He runs his tongue over his lips. I can see him thinking about what he wants to do later today. 

I head to the bathroom and start my routine.  Jay comes in and walks up behind me.  He pulls me to him and I can feel his still hard unit.  I move away from him and see him in the mirror pouting.  I move to the shower and turn it on.  Jay starts his routine.  I shower, then he does.

I get dressed in a pair of blue cargo shorts and a darker blue dry weave t-shirt.  As I’m putting on my socks and sneakers, Jay comes out of the bathroom.  He’s naked and still sporting a partial erection.  I glance at it and feel a tingle.  I look away.  If I don’t, Gran would get an earful.  He walks over and stands right in front of me.  “Max, which pair of posers do you think I should take today? These green ones or the light blue ones?”  He’s playing with me so that I’ll look up and gawk at him.

“Jay, we discussed this at length,” I say, keeping my eyes averted, “the light blue ones because they match your eyes.”

“Oh, that’s right.  But I think the green ones are nice too, don’t you?”

“Not going to work Jay, so stop trying.”

He innocently says, “I don’t know what you mean Max, but if you won’t help me pick the perfect pair of posers, maybe Ming will.”  I hear the smallest bit of hurt in his voice.

I stand up, look him in the eyes, and easily say, “Go for it big guy.  Let me know what Ming thinks.”  I pat him on his chest, open the bedroom door, and walk out toward the kitchen.  I purposefully leave the door wide open.

I hear him scramble to shut the door, grumbling my name as he slams it shut.  I enter the kitchen and Gran is there, naturally, with breakfast ready to go.  It’s a light fare, toast, Cheerios, juice, and some fruit.  She looks up and jokingly asks, “Everything ok in paradise?”

“Yeah, he’s a bit upset I wouldn’t give in to his charms.”  She laughs out loud and gives me a thumbs up.

“Stand your ground Max, stand your ground.” She jokingly says with firmness in her voice.  I stare at her.  “What? You said it was ok for me to just call you Max.  Changing your mind so soon?” 

“No…no.  I just didn’t think you’d do it so quickly.  I need to get used to it.”  I smile at her.  I walk over, lean down, and give her a hug.

A few minutes later Jay enters the kitchen, walks past me, and gives Gran a hug.  He’s wearing gray sweat pants and a dark red t-shirt with a Hulk print on the front.  He’s also wearing flip flops and has put his gym bag near the front door.  We sit and eat. 

Jay shoots me a mischievous look and I arch an eyebrow.  He shakes it off.  Now I’m intrigued.  His phone beeps.  He looks at it, grins, and says, “Ming wants to make sure you’re ok with him applying the tanning lotion.”  He glances up and me with a ‘last chance’ look.

I play along and say, “Let him know, he’s good to go,” Then sarcastically add, “but if he gets too frisky with my man, there’ll be hell to pay.”  I look to Gran and say, “Sorry Gran.”  She grins at me and shakes her head from side to side.  Jay laughs and types the response. 

We finish, put the dishes in the sink, and head out.  I let Gran sit up front.  We drive the short distance to the school where the competition is being held.  We get checked in, get our passes, and sit and wait for Cam and Ming to show up. They arrive about 5 minutes later. Cam and I get backstage passes as well as the passes for seats.  Ty and Davey come in a few minutes later. 

Jay pulls me aside.  We sit on a bench and he faces me. I pat him on the leg and ask, “You ok buddy?”  He nods yes with bright eyes.  “I’ll be out there rooting for you.” I very casually say, “You’ve got this.”  Like it’s an everyday occurrence. “You’ll know it’s me, I’ll be the one trying to hide his gigantic erection from the sweet grandmother sitting next to him.”  I grin at him and he chuckles.  I get up, move close to him, and pull his head to my body and give him a hug.  He wraps his arms around me and stands up, lifting me three feet off the ground.  I keep on hugging him, knowing I’m safe.  After a minute, he puts me down, leans down, and give me a kiss.  Ming approaches, indicating it is time to get ready.  I turn Jay around and swat him on the ass.  He and Ming head to the locker room.

I rejoin the others and see Eddie and the twins have arrived. We head into the auditorium and find a set of seats.  I sit next to Gran and Ty and Davey are on the other side of her.  Cam and the others are in the row behind us.

We make small talk while everyone else files in and finds seats.  There are a lot more people here than I thought there would be.  I pull out the program and check the schedule.  Jay is in the Heavy weight group for amateurs.  Their Mandatory Pose routine is 3^rd on the list, then their Freestyle routines are 7^th.

The first group takes the stage, light weight Amateur.  Guys my size or a bit smaller.  All of them are very muscular and have very little body fat.  I’m impressed and pull my phone out and take photos of some of them.  Next up are the Middle weights. 

Now it’s Jay’s group.  There are 8 guys in the division.  They all walk out.  Jay is 6^th in line.  I gasp when I see him.  He’s in the light blue posers and with the tanning lotion on, he looks completely different.  A huge grin comes over me.  My man is looking fucking gorgeous.  Gran nudges me and I nod, too entranced to look over to her. 

The announcer reads off the contestant’s names and when he gets to Jay’s, our group erupts in cheers.

The announcer reads off the rules and how the judging will work.  He then turns it over to a second announcer who directs the guys on where to stand on the stage.  It’s a single row, basically where they are standing now.  He lets them know the order of poses they will perform and asks if there are any questions.  There are none.  He calls the first pose: Quarter turn, which shows chest and arms.  The guy next to Jay, number 5, does not look as big as Jay.  He seems to be an inch or two smaller and his muscles lack the definition that Jays’ have.  Second pose, Front double bi.  Jay’s favorite.  He nails it and pumps his arms a few times to emphasize their size. 

I scan the other guys. The first and fourth guys are close to Jay’s height and weight.  The first guy is in yellow posers, which is a nice contrast to his black skin.  His tanning lotion makes him look shiny.  Not sure if that works in his favor or not.  The fourth guy is a huge Asian in purple posers.  He’s got a huge tattoo covering his left pec and shoulder.  He’s got another one on his right quad. His vascularity is outstanding.  He may give Jay problems.

Third pose. Rear double bicep.  Jay spins around, lifting his right leg so he’s putting his weight on the ball of the foot.  This brings his calf into relief and hits the pose. Next is a Front Lat spread.  All the guys turn to face the audience and reach for the straps on their posers, then move into the spread at the same time.  Jay is sweating, but has a huge smile on his face.  I can see his eyes scanning the audience for us.  I feel a tingle as I stare at him.  His muscles glistening due to the sweat, his winning smile, and the posers.  Gran is next to me clapping as loudly as the rest of us. 

I quickly look at the remaining guys.  The 7^th and 8^th guys aren’t too bad.  Number 7 is tall, but he doesn’t have the bulk to fill out his height.  The 8^th guy is my height and Jay’s weight.  His muscles look fat, but not in a good way.  Also, it doesn’t look like he has any tanning lotion on.  His skin looks pasty yellow.  Numbers 2 and 3 seem like your average gym rats who saw the ad in the paper for the contest and said ‘What the heck, let’s do it.’  They’re not out of shape by any means, but you can tell, they haven’t been training especially hard either.

Fifth pose: Rear lat spread.  They spin around, grab their poser’s straps again, and boom their backs explode.  Christmas trees all over the stage.  Some are better than others.  The fourth guy has him on tis pose. 

Sixth and Seventh poses are Side Triceps and Side Chest.  Jay has all the guys beat with his chest. 

Last pose is Front abdominal and Thigh, commonly known as a Most Muscular.  Seven of the eight guys move into it at the same time.  Jay waits half a second and once the other guys are in it, he bursts into the pose, letting out a loud grunt, which we all hear.  We go wild and all stand up and cheer.

The announcer indicates the mandatory poses are over and there will be a 2-minute freestyle session.  Some background music starts and the guys start to move around the stage and show their best poses.  Some guys move away from the others, so the judges will look only at them.  Other guys cluster together, so they can try to outshine the others. 

Jay is the one guy the others are clustering around.  He takes it in stride and just does his favorite poses.  The Asian guy and the Black man nudge their way to be as close to Jay as possible.  They do the same poses as Jay. I can see their mouths are moving and can imagine the trash talking that’s happening. 

As quick as it starts, the session ends.  The guys get back into a line and walk off the stage, with much applause. The judges are taking notes as the guys file out. 

I turn and see Gran has a huge grin on her face.  She excitedly says, “He looked wonderful, didn’t he?”  I nod in agreement.  “It’s going to be so hard to wait for the individual routines.  I wish they could do it now.”  I laugh with her.

I quickly send a text to Ro and Shae with some photos of Jay.  They immediately write back saying he looks great and they wish they could be there.  I respond with a thumbs up and say I’ll let him know. 

Cam puts his hand on my shoulder and says, “You want to see if we can sneak into the locker room to see Jay and Ming?”  He jerks his head toward the locker rooms and wags the backstage pass around his neck.  I nod and look to Gran.  She shoos me away to do it.  We head out.  We get to the locker room doors and there is a security guard there.   We flash our passes and he lets us by with nary a glance.  We enter and it is wall to wall bodybuilders, all shapes, sizes, and colors.  We walk around for a minute and then I spot some of the guys from Jay’s division.  We head toward them and I see Ming and Jay sitting on a bench talking. 

We walk up and they both stand up.  I move in to give Jay a kiss, but he puts an arm out to keep me from touching the tanning lotion.  I frown… He says, “I don’t want you to get this junk on you.  It’ll ruin your shirt.”  He leans down and gives me a polite kiss on the lips.  I want to hug him so bad, but refrain.  “I saw you out there cheering.”  I blush.  “Gran too.  She looks happy.”

“She’s very proud of you and thinks you’re doing great.”  I say quietly.  He nods and it’s his turn to blush.

Cam adds, “She’s got a powerful whistle too.  I couldn’t believe it was her and had to do a double take.”  I must have missed it, because I don’t remember hearing any whistle.

Jay replies, “Yeah, she can belt out a whistle with the best of them.”  Cam and Ming move off a bit to give us some privacy.  He turns to me and eagerly asks, “Well, what do you think?  Do I have a shot?  I can’t tell.  I couldn’t get a good look at the other guys. I was too focused on the poses.”  He’s rambling and he’s waving his arms around. 

I calmly say, “Yeah, I think you have a chance.”  His eyes perk up and a huge grim comes across his face.  “There are two guys who may give you a run for it.  The guy in the yellow posers and the guy in the purple ones.”  I find it easier for both of us if I identify his competition by the color of their posers.  That way he can look around the room know exactly who I’m referring to.  He nods and starts to look around.  “Don’t do it now Jay.”  I chastise him mildly.  He stops looking and looks back to me.  I wink at him.  He winks back.  “How do you feel?”

He shrugs his shoulders and says, “It feels kind of natural.  The poses are easy to do, I just have to remember to hold and squeeze.”  He demonstrates by flexing his left bicep.  I outright stare at it and desperately want to reach out, grab that muscle, and cover it with my lips and spit.  He sees me ogling it and bounces the muscle a few times.  He snaps the fingers on his other hand next to my ear and my trance is broken.  I embarrassingly look to his face and he’s got a huge grin on it.  “Um, Max, you may want to sit down for a moment, or maybe go to one of the stalls.”  He shifts his eyes toward my shorts and I suddenly realize what’s up.  My dick is hardening. 

“Fuck” I say quietly.  Jay giggles and pats my chest gently.  I sit on the bench and he sits next to me.  I look into his loving eyes and say, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it thru your individual routine, much less all the others.” 

“You’ll be fine Max.”  I raise an eyebrow in disbelief.  He adds, “Just think of what awaits you when we get home if I win.”  He puffs out his chest and bounces his pecs a few times.  My unit, which had been fading, perks up again.

I quietly say, “Dammit Jay, I was almost calmed down.  Now look at me.”  And my eyes look downward.  So do Jays.  He sees my unit on the rise again and just smiles at me.

We hear the locker room doors open and the Super heavyweights come into the room.  I think to myself, that round went quick.  An organizer comes in and calls for the light weights to be ready for their individual routines in 3 minutes. 

I look to Cam and he nods.  I look back to Jay and say, “Good luck Muscles.  You’ve got this.”  I carefully lean up and kiss him.  He pats my leg.  Before we leave, I say to Ming, “Make sure my man looks his best, buddy.”  He gives me a thumbs up.  We head back to our seats as the light weight routines start. 

Gran asks, “How is he?”  I give her a thumbs up and she smiles.

We settle in and watch the routines.  They’re all good.  Some are naturally better than others.  Some guys make minor mistakes.  One guy has problems with his music skipping.  Otherwise the routines are pretty standard.  I hope Jays’ will stand out. 

They finally get to his weight class.  I pull my phone out.  As the guys come out and do their routines, I take a few photos.  I video the first and fourth guys, just so Jay can check them out.  The black guys’ routine and ok.  Music is pretty slow and he didn’t do too much to emphasize his strong points.  He hits all the standard poses, but that’s pretty much it.  The Asian guy has more upbeat music.  It sounds like K-pop. He starts, and I can tell right away he’s been practicing.  His movements and poses line up perfectly with the song.  He’s got a wide grin on his face and he’s always looking at the audience or the judges.  He does a routine very similar to one Jay and I watched from Franco Columbo.  He receives a very loud and long ovation when he finishes.  I even stand up and applaud.  It was a great routine.

Gran leans over and says, with concern in her voice, “This one is going to give Jason problems, isn’t he?”

“I think so.”  I reply quietly.  She nods.  I feel Cam’s hand squeeze my shoulder.  I nod and he pats me and let’s go.

It’s Jay’s turn.  As he walks onto the stage, I close my eyes and quietly say a prayer.  I open them and see him standing in the middle of the stage, looking into the audience with a grin, looking at me.  I grin and wink, knowing he cannot see me.  His grin becomes a bit wider for a second.  Maybe he did see.

He crouches into a ball as we practiced.  The music comes on.  It’s loud.  And it starts.  I’m staring at him so intently, I barely register the clapping and cheering from the crowd.  Not just our little group, but most of the audience is standing and cheering for him.  I move into the aisle, put my hands over my head, and clap as loudly as possible, cheering as well.  I feel like I’m Jay when he was younger, standing in the aisle, jumping around. Gran looks over and lets out a raucous laugh.  The music ends and Jay politely waves to the crowd and bows.  As he is walking off the stage, when he nears the side, he pauses, looks at me and crunches down into an unbelievable most muscular.  He holds it for about 5 seconds.  The crowd goes wild.  I feel a tingling in my junk.  He releases the pose, winks at the audience and walks off. 

I sit back down.  I look to Gran and say, “Phew, that was incredible.”  She nods vigorously.   I ask the group if anyone videoed it?  Ty and Colin say they got it.  I nod in appreciation. 

As we relax and recover the remaining two guys do their routines.  They’re good, but nowhere near as good as Jay’s. 

Next up are the Super heavy weights.  They run thru theirs and I take some more photos. 

After everyone finishes, there is a break.  The judges disappear into a classroom to discuss the routines and determine the winners. 

Gran takes this time to visit the ladies’ room.  While she’s gone, I ask Ty and Eddie, “Well, what do you think?’

Eddie, brutally honest as ever, says, “He’s got a shot, but the black guy and the Asian will be tough to beat.  The Asian had a technically flawless routine.  Jay had a misstep at one point.”  I stare at Eddie, thinking who is this guy and how does he know so much about this.

Ty adds, “I have to agree with Eddie.  Jay may have been the best looking, but the Asian’s routine was just a bit better.”  He pauses and then says, “It’ll be close.”

I sigh and nod.  We small talk for a bit.  Gran comes back after about 10 minutes.  Soon after the announcer comes on and calls out the light weights for final judging and awards.  Then the middle weights.  Then Jay’s division.

The 8 guys file onto the stage in the same order, with Jay as number 6.  The judges ask for number 7 and 3 to step forward and do a side chest.  I’m surprised.  I didn’t think those guys would be in the running.  Next, they call for numbers 1, 4, and 6 to step forward.  We all lean forward as this is Jay, the Asian, and the black guy.  The judge asks for a rear delt spread, then a side chest.  Next, they call for numbers 4, 5, and 6.  Jay again.  This is looking good.  They ask for a most muscular.  Finally, they call for number 1 and 4.  I think to myself, ‘uh-oh.’  The judge asks for a double bicep, then a triceps pose. 

When they’re done, they step back into the line.  All the guys are standing there with their chests pumped and arms at their sides.  The judges confer, write down their results, and hand them to the lead judge.  He scans them, makes tick marks on another form, then turns the mic on. 

He very professionally says, “Gentlemen, thank you very much for an exciting event.  The results were very close and we’re amazed at the size, symmetry, and professionalism you have all shown.” The audience claps politely, but with an urgency of wanting to know who won.  “Unfortunately, we can only award the top three.”  I cross my fingers and feel Gran hook her right arm thru my left one.  Cam puts his hand on my back.  I hold my breath.

“In third place…number 1, Stanley Cross.”  I exhale and clap.  The clap is for him doing well, as much as it is for Jay beating him.  Sounds selfish, but eh, my man is up there.  I want him to win.

“In second place…number 4, Alexander Lee.”  I hoot and holler, knowing what it means.  I clap loudly for him. 

“In first place…number 6, Jason…” We go wild before he can finish reading off his name.  I jump up shouting and cheering, and turn to Gran.  I lean down, wrap my arms around her, and lift her into a hug.  Not too tight.  After a moment I set her down and high-five everyone else in our group.  I turn to the stage and see Jay has taken a step forward and they are putting a medal around his neck and handing him a trophy.  He nods to the judges and looks out to our group and hefts the trophy over his head and shakes it.  His grin is a mile wide.  I wink to him, knowing he can see it.  He winks back.  Cam slaps me on my back then puts both his hands on my shoulders and shakes me back and forth. 

After what seems like forever, we calm down and sit back down.  I find I’m sweating.  I fan myself with the program. 

The judges then call the Super heavy weights onto the stage and their awards are handed out.

Next, the winners of the 4 divisions come back onto the stage for the final pose down and the awarding of the overall winner.  They run thru the standard poses.  Jay looks great, even next to the super heavy weight.  There is a one minute ‘free for all’.  Jay stands still and lets the other guys come to him to do their poses.  I can tell, he knows he is the man to beat today.  I can see the confidence on his face.  His posture is a bit more refined, almost a cockiness to it.

As quickly as it started, it’s over.  They line up again. 

The head judge announces, “Again, thank you gentlemen.  We are awarding the top two in the finals.”  I get nervous.  “In second place…from the heavy weight division, Jason…”  I’m upset, but stand up and clap my heart out.  Jay still has a huge grin on his face.  He accepts the second medal and trophy and backs up.  “In first place…from the middle weight division, Tommy Orr.”  We stand and clap and cheer.  This guy looks awesome.  I can see how he edged Jay out.  The vascularity he has is outstanding and his muscle to height/weight ratio is spot on.  He also did a great individual routine.  Very happy for him.  Jay is also clapping and nodding, acknowledging that the better man won.

Gran looks to me and I nod.  She nods back.  She wraps her bony arm around my waist and hugs me fiercely.  I hear her whisper, “My baby did well today.”  She sniffs back a tear.

I quietly say, “Yes he did.” 

I stare at him up there on the stage and I watch him look at our group and nod to each one of us.  He gets to Gran and he blows her a kiss.  He gets to me and he winks.  I see him tense his left arm and his bicep pops.  I feel a tingle and I know he’s setting me up for later tonight.  I wink back and cock a grin at him.

After the show ends, we all head to dinner.  Gran insists on picking up the check, much to everyone’s disapproval. Everyone speaks up and says it’ll be too much for her and they’ll pay their own way, but she stands up, loudly clears her throat, quieting everyone, and says, “I said I’m paying.”  We all look downward, knowing better than to argue with her now, and she says, “Better.”  She then points a finger around the table at each of us saying, “If any of you would like to question me again, I’ll meet with you outside to discuss it.”  We know what that means.  Everyone mumbles ok.  She nods with satisfaction. 

The food arrives and she stands once again. We all quiet down and look to her.  She’s holding her glass of iced tea, and says, “I’d like to thank each of you for the support you’ve given Jason today and the weeks leading up to today.”  She looks to him and continues, “I’m sure he’ll be thanking each of you personally.”  She sarcastically adds, “If he doesn’t, you let me know and I’ll knock him around a bit.”  We all chuckle and Jay blushes.  “But in all honesty, I’m very proud of what my grandson did today.”  She puts a hand on his shoulder and gently squeezes. “It’s in his blood.  It just took him some time to find it.  With your friendship and encouragement, I hope he continues and enjoys every moment.”  He looks up to her and she looks into his sparkling blue eyes and finishes by saying, “Your parents and brother would have been very proud of you today, Jason.  I know they watched and were cheering for you just as loudly as everyone at this table.” She waves her hands to all of us.  He sniffs back a tear and do many of us.

He stands, takes her into a fierce hug and says, “Love you Gran.”  She rubs his forearm.

We enjoy the meal.  There are plenty of laughs.  The videos and photos make their way around the table.  Next thing we know, 3 hours have passed.  Everyone is full, but is still enjoying the company.   We see the wait staff is hovering and we take that as a sign to leave. 

Jay, Gran, and I get home.  We are all exhausted.  We see Ty and Davey pull in next to us.  I walk over and ask if everything is ok.  Gran speaks up, “I’m going to spend the night with Tyler and Davey.”  Jay starts to protest, but Gran gives him one of her looks and he quiets down.  “Sweety, you just won your first contest.  I’m sure you and Max want to celebrate privately.” We all blush at her forwardness.  “You don’t need your grandmother in the house.”

Jay quietly says, “Awkward Gran.” She grunts indicating so what.

“Let me collect a few things and we’ll be going.” Jay looks to Ty, who just nods it’s ok. 

A few minutes later they take off.  It’s just Jay and I standing in the living room. The trophies are on the coffee table and the medals are next to them.

I casually say, “Quite a day, wasn’t it?”  I look over to him and as he opens his mouth to reply, I take the one step and jump up at him.  He easily catches me mid-air and holds me at arms-length. He’s smiling and laughing.   I put my hands on his forearms to steady myself. 

He draws me closer and pulls me in for a loving kiss.  I feel my unit start its ascension due to his ministrations.  He feels it as well. He easily moves my body away from his.  His blue eyes pierce my brown ones.  He then looks down, sees my erection tenting my shorts, and grins even wider.  He looks back up and casually asks, “Is that for me?”  Before I can answer he quickly pulls me back to his body and starts ravenously kissing my face and neck.  I move my hands from his forearms and wrap them around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist.  He slips his left hand under my butt and uses his right hand to pull me even closer.  My dick is trapped against his rock-hard abs.  He casually flexes them, rolling them from top to bottom.  My unit feels the muscles soften and harden and it tingles with excitement. I softly moan due to the feeling.

He continues to kiss me and I can feel his unit under me start to enlarge.  He pulls back again, looks at me and lovingly says, “Thanks for everything you did to help me for today.  You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”  I nod; and then gently kiss him on the lips.  I snake my tongue into his mouth. He opens his mouth and we start to tongue wrestle.  He hums with pleasure.  I rake my finger up and down his back and he moans softly.  He squirms a bit and jostles my body up and down.  He still has a firm hold on me and I’m not worried for my safety.

I feel him turn our bodies and start to walk toward the bedroom.  He takes his time. 

We enter the room and he kicks the door shut.  We’re still kissing as he gets to the bed.  He pulls my body from his and I untangle my arms and legs and as he releases me, I land on my feet.  I lean up to kiss him again.  He rubs my back thru my shirt.  He strong fingers work their way up and down my spine.  I lean forward and put my head on his pecs.  I kiss him thru his shirt.  His nipples are hard and prominent.  His hands make their way to the back of my neck and he begins massaging the nape.  I let out an audible moan of pleasure.  He quietly says, “Nice.”  I kiss his chest again and bite at his left nipple thru his shirt.  He squirms a bit. 

I grab his t-shirt at the bottom and slowly raise it up his body.  I kiss, lick, and nibble every part of his torso as the shirt is lifted, starting with his bellybutton.  He stands there and enjoys it.  His fingers are still massaging my scalp and neck.  He pulls my head to his abs and holds it there firmly while he flexes.  I lick and kiss each ab.  I hear him sigh.  I continue upward and get back to his pecs.  I raise my left hand to his right nipple and start to twist and tug at it.  I stick my tongue out and lap at his left one.  When I feel it is lubricated with enough saliva, I engulf it in my mouth and suck on it like a calf to an udder.  He moans again and pulls my head closer, making it hard for me to breath.  Now he’s excited, but is getting a bit rough.  I pat him on the side to let him and know and he immediately releases the pressure.

He quietly and apologetically says, “Sorry Curly.”  He rubs my back lovingly.  I don’t remove my mouth from his nipple, but give him a thumbs up.  He giggles in response. 

He removes the shirt the rest of the way and gently pulls me off his nipple.  He looks at me and smiles.  He takes a step back and lowers his shorts.  His stiff unit pops out.

I tug down my shorts and quickly pull my t-shirt off as well.  I look at Jay and am now very grateful Gran is staying with Ty and Davey.

I crook a finger at him and coyly say, “Come here, you big lug.”  He cocks an eyebrow and takes the step forward. 

Now we’re standing body to body, the only space between us is taken up by our swollen units, each throbbing and banging into each other as we rhythmically inhale and exhale.  He stands over me and I reach my hands out and put them on his sides.  I rub them up and down, feeling his muscular side chest and abs.  He takes in a deep breath and holds it, expanding his lats and chest, and pushing his shoulders forward a bit.  His arms also move forward and are draped over his outer pecs.  I run my hands over his pecs, which he hardens into stone. I softly pound them, then rub my fingers over them.  He continues to smile at me. 

He slowly raises his arms to a double bicep pose and winks at me.  My hands find their way to each respective arm and just rest on the muscle.  He just holds the pose, letting me get the most pleasure from just feeling the blood flow thru his veins.  I tighten my grip ever so slightly and he reacts by hardening his biceps that much more. 

My unit twitches and I feel a dollop of pre-cum ooze out of me. It slowly slides down my unit and part of it coats his unit.  He involuntarily jerks his unit back up to his abs.  It thumps them audibly.

He leans back a bit, puts his right hand under my chin, lifts it up and asks, “You ready?”  I nod yes.  He nods back.

I take a step back.  He crouches down, slips his right hand under between my legs and puts his left hand firmly on my shoulder.  As he stands up, he lifts my body, flipping it upside down.  I quickly put my hands on his thighs to brace myself as we finish getting into position.  I keep my legs apart and he sticks his head between them, right above my hole. I can feel his warm breath on it. My mouth is level with his dick.  My dick is laying on his upper chest, right above the divide between his pecs.

I reach my hands to his unit and pull it away from his body and into my mouth. I slowly lower myself onto him.  I relax my throat and let him slip down, making sure to cover it with plenty of saliva.  I can feel it pulsing.

I feel his tongue dance around my hole, probing and prodding.  I flex the opening, letting him know he’s good to do what he wants.  I feel him blow warm air on it, it flexes open involuntarily, and his tongue dives in.  His tongue is as proportionately as strong as the rest of him.  It feels like a plow driver.  He just bores his way into me, rubbing the nerves on the sides of my hole.  I squirm at the pleasure.  He holds me tight. 

I continue to blow him. Saliva is spilling from my lips, coating his unit, and dripping to the floor.  We stand in this modified 69 position for what seems like forever, from my perspective, but it’s probably about 5 minutes. 

I grow tired.  Snot is dripping out of my nose, blood is rushing to my head, and my lower back is starting to hurt.  I pull off him and quietly ask, “Can you stand me up, please.”  He says sure and carefully flips me back to my feet. 

I grab a towel, blow my nose and clean up a bit.  He sits on the edge of the bed waiting patiently for me.  I walk back to him.  I spread his legs, move between them, and put my hands on his shoulders.  I smile at him.  He smiles back.  I lean down and begin to kiss him again.  I put my hands on the sides of his head, massage his jaw line and scalp, and push my body a bit closer. 

He wraps his arms around my lower back and leans back, falling onto the bed.  I fall with him, but he cushions my fall by relaxing his muscles.  We continue to kiss, more fervently now.  I tighten my grip on his head and try to pull him closer.  I splay my legs and they fall to the sides.  I feel him grasp his unit and put it at my hole.  I relax and let it slide into me.  I feel complete. 

I lean up, sink the last few inches onto his unit and just sit there.  I can feel him pulsing in me.  I grab my cock with my right hand and start to yank it.  He puts his left hand over my right hand and helps out.  My load builds quickly.  I grunt when I peak and four volleys arch out of me and fall onto him and the bed under him.

I smile a content smile. 

He smiles back and asks, “Are you ready for the big finish?”  He gives me a crooked smile and arches an eyebrow.  I smile and nod back. 

He exhales and blows my curls off my face.  His breath is warm and smells of dinner.  I breathe it in.  I sigh happily.

He grabs me by my hips and tugs down, making sure I’m embedded on him.  He puts his hands behind my back and uses his legs to scoot us to the edge of the bed.  He leans up and I wrap my arms around his neck, knowing what he wants to do. 

We pause and kiss.  Warm saliva passes between us.  He’s gentle, bouncing his lips off mine.  His chest inflates as he inhales.  I move a hand from his neck to his chest.  I massage the muscle, which he doesn’t flex.  This allows me to feel the muscle striations within the pec.  I dig my fingers in and enjoy the feeling of pure muscle.  He moans into my mouth between kisses.  His unit flexes within me and it’s girth increases. He’s getting close. 

He inches to the end of the bed, slides off, and stands up. He’s still spearing me and his hands are supporting my lower back.  I wrap my legs around his waist and interlock them.  He releases his hands, looks into my eyes, smiles, and brings them up into a double bicep pose.  I start to harden again.

I lean up, put my hands on the sides of his face, and pull my face to his.  I kiss him lovingly.  He holds the pose.  I move my hands to his arms and grab them.  I start to massage them and he un-flexes and re-flexes them, grunting as he moves back into the pose.  I moan in response.  He does this several times, showing off his strength.  His biceps seem to get larger with each flex.  My unit is back at full mast and is leaking pre-cum like a dripping faucet. I want to grab it and jerk off again, but am too engaged in holding onto massive arms.

He thrusts his hip up.  I grunt.  He does it again, with more urgency. I look into his eyes and see a need to pleasure me and to finish what he’s started.  I tighten my insides as much as I can.  He suddenly moves his arms from a double bi pose to a most muscular and lets out a roar.  I move my arms back around his neck and kiss him again.  He groans loudly thru our kiss and gives his hips one final thrust and I feel him unload into me.  He bucks a few more times, not as forcefully, but I can still feel spurting. 

After he finishes, he relaxes from the pose and stands up.  He’s still rock-hard inside me. We break our kiss and I look down between us.  I see the new mess I made, look back up into his sparkling eyes, and kiss him again.  He warmly kisses me back.  He starts to walk us to the bathroom. 

I lean back close to him and whisper, “My own private bodybuilder.  Love you Jay.”  I kiss him on the side of his face.  I feel his unit thump my sides and think to myself, ‘the night is just getting started.’

 

 

 

 

[Sjdmuscle]

as usual spot on! so intense and real! need to reiterate, got to get me a Jay!

[Jtchef2]

AMAZING    AWESOME    STUNNING    WOW.  

What a chapter! Thank you!