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Kymuscleboy Posted February 11, 2021 Share Posted February 11, 2021 Chapter Two was great! I like how Rory is manipulating the roommates to stoke their already super competitive nature against each other. Manipulation can be evil and make a story dark when it's used for nefarious purposes, but just encouraging guys to do what they already are likely to do seems pretty innocent. Plus, Rory doesn't come across as the kind of guy that would take things too far, at least intentionally. I could totally see encouraging a hot friend to maximize their size. Heck, I HAVE done that. If I wasn't competitive myself and training with a guy who was four inches taller, 10 years younger, and a former competitive swimmer, I would have pushed him harder, but I was already at a pretty severe disadvantage, lol. I'm eager to see if there is a "Dredlifter twist" to this story. OZ has been growing in height, but Grif is young enough to possibly have a late growth spurt. Will their competitive drive compel either guy to do steroids or something along those lines, and could that even backfire? Of course, by now @dredlifter knows I like to speculate out loud. Sometimes, I'm sort of right, and other times I'm nowhere near the ballpark. But I always LOVE what he comes up with. I can't wait for the next parts! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post dredlifter Posted February 14, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 14, 2021 CHAPTER 3 The next Sunday morning I am chilling in my living room watching TV. Grif stomps up the stairs and takes a seat on the couch. He’s in just a pair of gym shorts and he has bed hair. But he’s one of those guys who’s dishevelled hair looks just as good as his styled hair. “Good morning, Sunshine.” I tease as Grif flops stomach first onto the long couch. I appreciate the smooth contours of his tanned, muscular body. Grif harrumphs. “Man I slept like shit.” “Why so?” “I don’t know, man. I’ve been achy the last few days. Just a dull ache all over, like in my bones.” I chuckle, “That’s part of getting older, man.” Grif jokes, “Man I can’t imagine being as old as YOU. That must suck.” “Fuck off,” I laugh and then hear Oz stomping up the stairs. Like Grif, he too is shirtless and I enjoy his newly buff, but still leaner frame. He is now nearly as muscular as Grif. Oz rubs the sleep out of his own eyes, shuffles over and sits down on TOP of Grif’s splayed out fame, right on his back. Griff huffs at the sudden pressure, “OOF! Get off me you big goon.” Oz grins at me and then uses his legs to bounce himself on Grif. “You hear that, Rory? He called me BIG!” I’m enjoying seeing the two half-naked studs wrestling with each other on the couch. Grif uses his thick arms to push his chest up suddenly, toppling Oz toward Grif’s feet and onto the floor. Though I enjoy the view I also enjoy my furniture, “Easy fellas. Don’t take out my stuff with all your massiveness.” Grif then strikes, “Well Oz doesn’t have much to worry about then. Not much massiveness there.” Grif quickly stands and shoves his foot onto Oz’s chest. “Big man, big winner!” Grif taunts. Oz grumbles, “Get your big nasty foot off me.” He yanks Grif’s foot off himself, gets up and sits on the couch, as does Grif. Grif speaks as they plop down, “My foot’s not nasty, but you’re right, it’s big. Looks like way bigger than your feet, bro!” Grif moves his bare foot next to Oz’s. Surprisingly, Grif’s foot is quite a bit bigger. “Oh shit, Oz. Are those really your feet? They are SMALL! HAHAHA!” Oz shoots Grif a look of anger. “They’re not small. Maybe you just got big ugly ogre feet.” “DUDE! My foot is like 2 inches longer than yours!” Grif looks to me, “Hey Boss, what size shoe do you wear?” “Tens or nine-and-a-halfs, usually.” Grif then asks his rival, “And you?” Oz waves him off. “HAHA C’mon dude, tell me or I’ll just go swipe a shoe and look for myself.” Oz speaks softly. “I wear tens.” Grif erupts in laughter. “TENS?? Oz, man, I’m sorry but you got DAINTY FEET! Rory wears tens and you’re like five inches taller than him! Oh man that’s sucks for you. You gotta have the smallest feet of any 6-footer I know of!” “Girls don’t give a shit about shoe size, Bro.” Oz retorts. “Maybe, but check on my big MAN’S feet.” These suckers are a size TWELVE! And lately my shoes have been feeling tight. I might have to move up soon. HAHA you brag about being taller but you are a little dainty foot guy! Dainty foot! Dainty foot!” Grif sing-songs and teases Oz whom I can see is getting angry. Oz huffs and gets up to walk away. “Awww don’t be like that, dainty foot. I just hope for you sake the foot size stereotype doesn’t hold true!” Oz then turns back to us with an intense look, reaches down and grabs his junk with his hands. From what I can see through his gym shorts, he grabs quite a lot. “Oh Grif, my boy, I really don’t think you want to challenge me there.” He then turns and leaves the room. I then turn to see Grif, looking stunned and silenced at Oz’s display. Perhaps Grif knows that might be a subject he shouldn’t challenge Oz at. - Amy: A couple of days later Amy texts me asking how things are going and we enjoy catching up with each other via text. Rory: It’s going alright. The guys are HOT :). But super competitive. Like sometimes they are way too intense. Amy: I’m not surprised, you said they are both frat guys right? Rory: Yeah one’s Theta Chi and the other is a Phi Delt. Amy: Oh shit! No wonder, Rory. Those two frats were always at each others’ throats! They aren’t brawling are they? Rory: No, thank god. I wouldn’t be able to stop them. They are both big guys…and getting bigger. They’ve both taken to lifting hard. Not arguing with growing the eye candy though! Amy: You and your love of muscle boys. Down boy! …unless you want to take some secret pics for me :). Rory: Haha maybe. But no, I mean they constantly try to outdo each other, but it’s never become violent. They like to tease each other and egg each other on. Amy: Well keep me informed. As part of my psychology degree we studied elite athletes and what makes them tick. It’s interesting the various things that can motivate humans to push themselves. Rory: Ok will do. In the meantime I’m going to enjoy when I can coax them into flexing for me. Amy: Ugh I’m so jealous! - “You guys ready?! Let’s head out before the wait gets too long!” It’s a couple weeks later and I shout down the stairs to the boys, urging them to hurry up. We have decided to have a bros night and so we are going to our favorite sportsbar. But it’s Friday night and I’m hungry — and don’t want to wait to eat. Oz makes his way up first. He’s wearing a fitted ribbed black tee shirt that hugs his body perfectly. Oz has continued with his newbie gains. I would guess he’s packed on another 5-10 lbs, and it looks to all be muscle. He’s solidly got a gym-jock build by now, and he catches me staring. “I take it I look good, Boss?” He gives me a wry grin and holds his arms out wide, letting me take him in. “The new size looks good, right?” “Erm…yeah Oz. You’re looking bigger every day.” “Hell yeah.” He smiles at my confirmation as Grif tromps up the stairs. He is wearing snug white t-shirt and a backward ballcap. The ends of this slightly longer, blondish hair are poking out around the edge of the hat. Maybe it’s just the tight shirt hugging his bulging biceps, but it seems like Grif may finally have broken through his plateau as he seems bigger and more pumped tonight. He looks like a meathead muscle jock but in a good way. I take him in, “Damn Grif, that shirt fits you well, bro.” In the past couple of months living with these two I can’t deny that some of their ‘bro’s and ‘dude’s have started to rub off on me. “Thanks, Rory! It’s not too tight is it? I want the body to show but not be too obvious about it, ya know?” “No man, you look great,” I confirm. Oz jumps in waving his hand in Grif’s mug, “Yeah except for the whole, ugly face thing. Otherwise you look solid, bro.” Grif jokingly punches Oz on the shoulder, “Fucker.” I finish taking in the boys and note Grif’s shiny new kicks. “New shoes, Grif? Those shoes are blindingly white.” The side of Grif’s mouth curls into a smirk and he turns his head to look directly at Oz. “YEP! Had to get some new sneaks. Size THIRTEEN.” Oz just rolls his eyes. After our drive as we are walking to the bar I again enjoy the view from walking behind my two sexy roomies. They are side by side and taking up most of the sidewalk with their growing width. Their broad backs flare down to tight waists sitting on top of two stupendous asses stuffed into snug khaki shorts each. I haven’t really paid attention to them, but both of their legs are surprisingly developed, maybe even more so than their upper bodies. Their calves pump and flex as they walk along. I compare them again and to my surprise I notice something. They don’t seem to be that different in length. “BOSS?” I look up and see they both have twisted their torsos and are looking down at me. Oz chuckles, “Were you checking us out, Rory?” I blush in embarrassment at first, before deciding to stroke their egos. “Can you blame me? I have the hottest dates in the state tonight!” The two hunks bust out laughing before pulling me up in front of them. I enjoy their big hands on my shoulders and they lead me into the bar, Oz towering over me…and Grif as well. We take our seats around a table and a very sexy young waitress tends to us. I can tell she is flustered by both Oz and Grif as she takes our drink orders. “Well boys, I think you both have a fan.” “Pfft, what do you mean, ‘both’? She clearly is looking at me, not Grif.” “Whatever, Oz, she clearly likes the man with the bigger guns.” Grif tenses his arms, outflexing Oz. Oz retorts, “Naw man, I can tell she likes the tall, dark and mysterious look. Plus I bring some pretty nice guns to the table myself.” Now it’s Oz flexing at his side and I admire the veins on his rippling forearms. I shake my head, “Good lord, you are both hot, can you just turn it off for one night?” “Turn off our hotness? Sorry, Rory, there’s no off switch for being a stud,” Grif smirks and winks at me. Damn them. I know they’re right. Oz smirks as well, “Rory is probably right, through Grif. We both know she’d choose me. So we might as well put it on pause since we know the outcome.” “Is that so, pretty boy? I think she wants a real man. A powerful man. Not some skinny-ripped boy band type.” “Well why don’t we test that theory, jock-brain?” I shake my head again, “You guys are something, you know that.” Oz proposes, “Ok, here’s what we’ll do. We’ll each give her our number. Separately. Whomever she calls is the winner.” “YOU’RE ON, DUDE!” Grif and Oz shake hands. Grif then adds, “What if she doesn’t call either of us?” I perk up, “Then I win! And you both have to give me a strip show.” Grif and Oz both smile at me from across the table and simultaneously exclaim, “DEAL!” - Our waitress, a pretty made-up blonde woman named Haley, unsurprisingly gives our table lots of attention. I watch her closely to look for signs of which fella she might be more into, but fail to recognize a clear cut winner. She exhibits the tell tale signs of twitterpation as Grif and Oz flirt with her, squaring their shoulders, tightening their arms, lowering their voices, etc. I find my own heart swooning as well. Haley constantly reaches over and places her hand on their jockish arms and shoulders as we she serves us and I gawk at how her dainty hand makes their arms look more powerful in comparison. Throughout the evening both Grif and Oz take their opportunities to step away from the table and give Haley their number, which of course she accepts. Haley also gives me plenty of attention, being the professional service worker she is, when I could easily have gotten lost in the sea of studliness at our table. “And is there anything else I can get you, sweetie?” She says to me. “Another drink?” Grif assists, cackling, “Our buddy here could use some beefcake.” Oz, adds as well, “Haley, got any good looking male coworkers who’d being into Rory, here?” At first Haley is shocked but I quickly put here at ease. “It’s fine, Haley. I’m gay and my two dudes here are always trying to help me out.” Haley’s eyes quickly soften and she lets out a cute “Awwwwww.” She looks to Oz and Grif with a look of lust. “That is so adorable that you guys look out for him.” Oz reacts, “Well of course! Rory here is the best buddy we could have.” Oz reaches his long arm around my shoulder and hugs me into him. I savor the feeling of his strong body against mine. Grif adds as well, “I’d say he looks out for us more than we look out for him. But you are right too, NOBODY messes with our Rory.” I feel my own heart melt right along with Haley’s as she walks away. She leaves us stumbling over words. Once she’s out of earshot I address the boys, “You guys are professionals. That little show just cemented her lust for you two.” Grif is surprised, “Well for one, Rory. That wasn’t a show. You’re our dude! And two…REALLY? What did we do?” “You really don’t know?” Oz is curious as well, “Yeah, Rory, what do you mean. I mean, I knew MY looks already sealed the deal but what else did we do?” I smirk at my roomies. “Oh, you boys. So pretty yet so dumb.” Grif and Oz laugh and shrug their beefy shoulders. I explain, “So girls really like gay guys. And vice versa. And they especially love big hunky straight guys who are nice to gay guys. So that little show you just pulled with me practically had her panties dripping.” Oz smiles and laughs. “That’s awesome! And like Grif said, it wasn’t a show. But, hell, if simply being nice to one of my best gay bros will endear me to chicks, well then I’m sorry Rory, you are my new wingman!” “Mine too!” Grif adds. I laugh, “Ok fine. But then I’m making you two escort me to a gay bar some time.” Oz grins, “Sure, little buddy! I’ll find the hottest guy there and tell him I’ll give him a kiss if he goes out with you.” Now it’s my turn to laugh out loud. I would love to see the chaos these two stud would cause at a gay bar, but I would want them both to kiss me instead. - We arrive home around 10:30pm and plop down on the couches and veg out in front of the TV for 30 minutes. “It will be any minute now,” Grif says. “What will be any minute now?” “The phone call. Haley said she gets off at 11:00pm.” “Oh pfft. Girls don’t make a phone call that quick-” All of a sudden Oz’s phone starts buzzing. “AH FUCK!” Grif shouts angrily. Oz replies in a sing-song voice, “Gee, I wonder who THAT could be?! Hello? Oh hey there, HALEY from the bar!” Oz gives Grif an evil wink and walks into the next room to chat with Haley. Grif, while still sitting on the couch, crosses his arms in frustration making his forearms bulge. He sits there stewing. I do my best to comfort him, “Sorry man. You’ll get the next one. I’ll still be your wingman. Not that you need my help, but I’ll help you bring home the hottest chick you can find.” “Thanks, Rory,” he grumbles. Grif reaches down, grabs his tee and yanks it up and over his head, exposing his bulky muscles encased in a tight grey under shirt. With him being all tensed up in anger he looks bigger and meatier than ever. I try to butter him up, “Damn Grif. You’ve really made some big gains lately. You look bigger than I’ve ever seen you. You have little lines on your shoulders!” I can see Grif trying to maintain his grumpy mood, but my praise is breaking through. “Those are striations, Rory. When your muscles get big enough and you lose enough fat you can see the individual fibers of muscle through the skin.” “Well it’s working man! Wow, and your traps seem bigger. And the separation between your shoulders and arms looks great. Have you put on weight?” “Yeah, I’m up about 20 lbs.” “Woah, Grif! And you were struggling last month. You didn’t just get through that plateau you blasted off of it!” Grif smiles and brings up one arm and flexes it. “HOLY SHIT GRIF! That’s a CANNON! That looks way bigger than what I remember.” Grif’s biceps bulged upward, now tennis-ball sized, looking like a legit amateur bodybuilder’s arm. “Yeah I’m up 20 lbs and I’d swear I actually lost fat, so I look even bigger.” “I thought you’ve looked bigger lately, but it’s hard to tell when I see you every day, ya know? But it feels like you take up more space. All that size actually makes you taller too.” Grif smirks at me as Oz reenters the room. “Wellllp, looks like the bigger and better man won again,” Oz gloats. “Sorry Grif, maybe next time. I see you’ve taken your shirt off. Good for you, bud. You might as well get comfortable here at home tonight since you DON’T have plans. I’ll leave mine on, I’m gonna go meet up Haley. I think we can agree she made the right choice, that she chose the superior man.” Grif suddenly stands up and puffs his growing chest out. “The superior man, huh? Oz, when you came back into the room I saw you checking out my arms. You’ve noticed it too, haven’t you. I’ve seen you glancing at me in the mornings, checking out my muscles. And not just my muscles. I’m growing. And you know what…” I watch as Grif steps up closer to Oz. They stare each other in the eyes. Then I see it. I see what Grif is getting at. Oz is no longer staring down at Grif like he used to. Grif smirks, steps even closer so that his beefier pecs collide with Oz’s smaller but still defined pecs. Oz does his best to maintain his position, but even I see him slightly waver. I see his adam’s apple gulp as Grif steps up to him. Grif notices Oz’s flinch as well. “Yeah, you see it now, buddy,” Grif says with an intense and cocky tone. “I’m getting bigger…and it’s not all just muscle. I’m looking right into your eyes now, Oz. I’m getting TALLER too! It’s no wonder I’ve put on nearly 20 lbs in just the last three weeks. It’s because I’m actually growing fucking TALLER. I’m having a growth spurt…and you’re NOT.” Oz gulps again and steps back. “The fuck you are. It’s because you’ve got thicker shoes on bro. Your bigger shoes are thicker in the sole, dude. And as I’ve already said, you gotta have bigger muscles to make up for being shorter than me,” Oz spits back. “Oh is that what you think?! Fine! Then take your shoes off and let’s compare.” “Fuck off man, Haley’s waiting for me.” Grif smirks and crosses his arms across his chest. “C’mon, bro. It’ll only take a second. Rory can compare, just like last time. Prove you’re the taller man.” The two men step into the kitchen. I retrieve a small level I have from my toolbox under the sink. “Oh good idea, Rory, the level will clearly show who’s taller.” I direct them to stand back to back and the pair slide out of their shoes. Grif laughs and prods at Oz. “Damn, Ozzy! My shoulders feel way wider than yours! Hahaha man you better start doing more delt raises or else no one will see you from behind me!” My hand is shaking as I raise the level and place it on their heads, bridging the gap between them. Has Grif really grown a couple of inches taller in the last month? Is that even possible? Standing next to the two hunks I feel shorter and smaller than ever. Where it felt like Grif was in my regular line of sight before, now I see it. He looms way taller than recall, and not just because his muscles have continued to expand. Both of these men are now several inches taller than me, not just one. I reach up and place the level on their heads. Both boys straighten up as much as they can, jockeying for position. Once they can no longer stretch, I make the announcement. “It’s Grif. Grif is slightly taller. By maybe a quarter to half an inch.” Oz looks at me venomously, “No way, you are playing me, Rory.” I look at him with the most sincerity I can muster. “I’m not, Oz. The bubble in the level was well over his head, not yours.” Grif, predictably, is ecstatic. “FUCK YEAH! Guess that settles it. I’m the biggest…AND TALLEST in the house! Shit, that means I’m almost 6 foot ONE! BOOM!” Grif brings both arms up, flares his lats out wide and flexes a double biceps pose. “AND STILL GROWING! HAHA sorry, Oz. Little Oz, I should say. Oh man that sucks for you, bro. You kept banking your so called ‘superiority’ on your and height now you don’t even THAT!” Oz’s eyes shoot daggers back at Grif. “Whatever, dude. I’m still way better looking.” Grif laughs and bounces his pecs through his tank top, continuing to show off with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Keep telling yourself that, Little Oz. Damn dude, since I’m now even taller, I probably have more like 30 lbs on you. Fuck, Oz. You’re TINY! I might mix you up with Rory, here.” “Fuck you, Grif. I gotta get going. HALEY is waiting for me.” “You go ahead man, have fun. You may not want to bring Haley back here though. If she likes bigger men then she’ll dump you in a second when she sees me.” Oz puts his shoes back on and storms out of the house. Grif has a smile that is practically cemented on his face. He turns to look at me…down at me. I look up at his handsome angular face, “Are you really two inches taller? That’s incredible Grif.” “Yeah Rory. AT LEAST two inches taller. I don’t know, I guess it’s just a late growth spurt. I didn’t really notice until a couple of days when my jeans felt shorter. They’ve been getting tighter but I thought it was just my growing quads, ya know.” Grif steps up to me, overwhelming me with his size. “And then in the last couple of days I felt like you looked smaller, no offense.” “None taken. I am smaller compared to both of you.” As I take in Grif I hope he doesn’t notice my crotch, which has grown very tight. “Shit, Grif, you got like 70 lbs on me now.” Grif smirks, “Wow little dude, that much? Damn, I am getting BIG! Haha, Oz is gonna be thinking about that me all night. He may not even be able to get it up with Haley if they decide to fuck. Serves him right.” “You two guys are nuts, you know that.” “Maybe, but I’m the bigger, better, TALLER nut.” Grif crabs his arms down into a half most-muscular. “And just imagine, Rory. Maybe this growth spurt will continue. Maybe I could get to like 6’2. That would fucking ROCK! I could actually be a tall guy! And with my mass I’d be HUGE! I never even thought I’d be a six-footer. Fuck, I really hope I keep growing.” Grif grunts and flexes his amateur bodybuilder physique even harder. He’s even starting to get that vascularity that the truly ripped guys have. I’m practically salivating taking in his new size. Grif notices me staring, “And just think, Rory. The more I grow the more you get to WATCH me grow!” Grif winks at me and turns to head to his room. I make my way to my master bedroom and quickly blow a massive load thinking about Grif and his growing body and muscles. 69 4 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
digger Posted February 14, 2021 Share Posted February 14, 2021 Sooooo good, @dredlifter 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Adonis21 Posted February 14, 2021 Share Posted February 14, 2021 Grif is gonna get cocky now that he is undeniably bigger 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tboh86 Posted February 14, 2021 Share Posted February 14, 2021 Very nice @dredlifter I really like how you keep building up the competitiveness tension between both characters and how they have built up their physiques! I can only anticipate how motivated Oz will get after the growth of Grif. He will become a muscle monster knowing that Grif is already taller and more muscular than him! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
richard18 Posted February 14, 2021 Share Posted February 14, 2021 i think grif and oz have a sweet spot for rory 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kymuscleboy Posted February 16, 2021 Share Posted February 16, 2021 Chapter Three was the best yet! We've had our first fortune changing turn of events. Oz was putting on muscle super fast. Now Grif is adding muscle AND he's grown taller. I definitely can't wait to see the next chapter and how Oz reacts. Plus, he was having a growth spurt too, and those are funny things the way they will stop and start. They're called "spurts" for a reason. Of course, to an extent, size isn't everything. Grif was already bigger at the bar, and the waitress chose to call Oz. Now, will that hold if Grif gets massively taller and bigger? Only @dredlifter knows that. I will say with this chapter, @dredlifter has done two of things he's best at. He wrote and absolutely entertaining, hot story, and he's left me eagerly awaiting the next chapter! 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kamaswami Posted February 19, 2021 Share Posted February 19, 2021 I forgot to post this, so I don't blame you for not following through. You see, I'm going to need at least one new chapter of this story every day. Starting now. Thank you. Great job man, I'm really digging this! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
debate1 Posted February 21, 2021 Share Posted February 21, 2021 Can't wait for more Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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