muscle growth My Roommate Rivals (CH 15 Added 25-APRIL-2021)

[Rodswin]

I'm absolutely loving this story... I wish more... But for now I know I need patience @dredlifter

[lost1]

Much like your other stories, I'm loving it.

 

I did notice that this is the longest that we have to wait to find out the mechanism for growth in one of your stories.  It's infuriatingly mysterious, and i mean that in the best, i am filled with delight and anticipation way. 

[Kymuscleboy]

On 3/1/2021 at 6:00 AM, studio77 said:

I am absolutely loving this story. I love the way the guys are pushing each other’s buttons. 
 I am intrigued with the phantom pregnancy aspect of the story. It shows how much  the power of the mind has over growth potential,  I wonder if Rory could use this to help increase the rate of growth in one or both of the boys. 
 

I must say dreadlifter you are absolutely brilliant at making the characters in your stories come to life. 
I wish it was me sitting down in that chair
 

My eyes and ears perked when I read the part of the phantom pregnancy too! How can Rory use this on one or both of the guys to get some major growth going?  That makes for some really interesting possibilities and would allow for one or both of the guys to grow at the very edge of what's physically possible (or beyond!). 

Somebody mentioned that they thought Oz was going to start using steroids. I read it as he already had. There was a time jump of two weeks, and Oz was noticeably thicker when he did his dance for Rory. Of course if he hasn't even started yet, then his growth when he does should be even more impressive.

This is a really fantastic story so far. The characters are well written, and the story is both playful and hot at the same time. As always, I can't wait for the next chapter! 

[racer11]

When can we expect the next chapter to come out?

[dredlifter]

9 hours ago, racer11 said:

When can we expect the next chapter to come out?

in about 7 hours

[dredlifter]

CHAPTER 5

 

I love the transition from summer to fall.  The weather is still warm, hot even, but there’s a crisp, cooling bite to the breeze.  And I know it goes against a lot of my gay side, but I love football, and not just watching the players in those tight pants that you can see their jockstraps through.  It always feels like everyone is more relaxed after a hectic summer full of activities.  

Everyone except Oz.

Sure enough, once the football season starts I almost completely lose track of Oz.  He spends his entire weekend at the bar as it takes advantage of the masses of sports fans crowding downtown.  Sometimes late at night when I get up to do my business I hear him in the kitchen making food but other that that he’s a ghost to Grif and I.

“He’s avoiding me,” Grif says one weekend morning when I ask if he’s seen Oz.  “I intimidate him with my superiority.   Makes sense, don’t ya think?” he says with a smirk as he subtly bounces his pecs at me.  He loves to do that.  I do too and he knows it.  Such is the power of buff hot fratboy.

“I don’t avoid you and you are a lot bigger than me compared to Oz.”

“Well yeah Rory, but you stick around because you think I’m hot.”  He’s got me there.  

Grif still hits the gym every day and at 6’2 and 240+ lbs looks like a tank.  “You could’ve been a linebacker on our college team at your size,” I tell him.

“Fuck yeah, dude.  I could mow down those little running backs and quarterback with this muscle!  And you’d get to see these huge legs in those tight pants,” he winks at me.  Fucking tease.  “Set a bench PR yesterday, Rory.  Hit 435 for a triple and 455 for a single.”

“Holy shit Grif.  You could literally bench three of me now.”

Grif busts out laughing.  “Now that’s fun to think about.  Maybe we’ll have to try that.  I’m getting so big that you are starting to look like a dumbbell to me, Boss.”

I tease back, “Oh no, please don’t pick me up and manhandle me, Grif.  I would HATE that.  Especially if you were all pumped and sweaty.”

“You’ll have to get in line, little man.  Maybe you could bring a friend your size over.  I could bench each one of you in one of my hands!  That’d be fun!”

“I’ll have to start bulking up to make it challenge.”

“HA!  You may have to.  But I’ll be honest, I kinda like you at your size now.  Makes me feel HUGE when I’m next to you.  I like feeling BIG.”

“You are big.”

“I know, but I want more.  I’d love to be 250.  That number just sounds huge and I want it.  My strength is still slowly going up but I haven't put on much weight these last couple of weeks.”

“Well if your strength is going up that means you are still building muscle.  Maybe you’re gaining muscle at the same rate you’re losing fat.”

“I like the way you think, Rory.  Here, have a pec bounce and an arm flex… GRRRRR!”

Grif performs his flex and I store the image in my head for later.

 

-

 

It's a few days later when I do check up on Oz and we chat some via text message.

“Hey man, how’s work going?”  I text.

“Hey bro, work is good.  Crazy busy, late nights, but making bank.  No worries about paying rent!”

“That’s good, we miss ya at the house.  I need ya to balance out Grif, haha.”

“Haha sorry you have to be around that tool so much, I can see how that would be grating.”

“Naw its good.  With all that work are you staying rested?  Mentally doing ok?”

“Some nights I only get a few hours of sleep, but I make it up during the week.  I’ve been getting some exercise too.  Found a 24 hour gym.  Some nights I workout at 3am.”

“3 am?  That’s nuts!”

“No way!  It’s awesome.  Gym is empty, I can blast my tunes.  I thought I’d hate it too, but I love it.”

“That’s good, Oz.  Glad you’re keeping up.  Are you working during the bye week in late October?”

“Nope!  No football that weekend means I can take it off.  We’ll have to hang then.  In the meantime you could come visit the bar too.  I could get you a couple of free drinks.”

“Heyo!  Can’t pass that up.  Take it easy bro.”

 

-

 

“Grif, more of your supplements arrived!” I shout down the stairs to my roommmate.  “There’s a big box up here from MuscleCorp Suppements.”

“Yo, Rory!  That’s not mine.  I usually order from PumpTech.  Unless I drunk ordered some supps.”

I haul in the big cardboard box from my porch and set it on the kitchen table as Rory tromps up the stairs.  Somedays its feels like those big heavy feet of his are going to sink right through the steps.  He takes a look at the package, “Damn, that’s a big box.”

“Ah, here’s the label.  It’s for Oz.  He must’ve ordered it.”

“HAHA!  I must be making Oz feel real small and weak if he’s started ordering this many supps!  They probably won’t do him any good.  I bet he ordered a bunch of crap.  A total nube.”

“Ah c’mon, Grif.  Give the guy a break.  He saw how awesome you look at wants to be big and buff too.”

Grif smiles at me and shakes his head, knowing I’ve disarmed him.  All it takes is some flattery.  “I guess that’s true.  Who wouldn’t want 20” arms like these.”

“There, see.  It’s all good.”

“It’s all good.  Just as long as his arms stay 19 inches or under.”

“Or maybe you could just make your guns 21 inches, Grif.”

“I like that idea even better, little buddy!  21 inch arms.  54 inch chest.  30 inch quads.  That’s the goal.”

“You’re going to outgrow your clothes.”

“I already have!  Might as well outgrow another set of them.”

“Would you ever compete?  Like an actual bodybuilding show?”

“Oh I don’t know about that.  I just want to get as big as I can.”

I inwardly smile to myself.  “Sure.  I bet Oz would have no trouble getting up on stage.  But that’s ok, you just get big, Grif.”

Grif huffs.  He knows what I’m doing but I also know that little suggestion is earworming into his brain.  “If Oz ever competed, he’d have to do the little skinny mens physique comp.  I’d be up there with the BIG boys, the open bodybuilders.  I’d DWARF Oz.”

“Sure, Grif.  Whatever you say,” I say with a smirk.  “I’m just saying, I know that Oz is brave and confident enough to strut his stuff on stage.  But if you aren’t that’s ok too.    

Grif chuckles, “You little prick.  I’ll show you ‘confident’ some day, Rory.”

“I’m sure you will, big man.  Now take this box down and set it in Oz’s room.  And don’t steal his stuff.  You clearly don’t need the help, Oz does.”

“That’s much better, Rory.”  Oz grabs the box and turns to haul it down the stairs as I enjoy the view of his wide lumpy lats flaring out.  Not to mention that big and tight jock but filling his gym shorts.

 

-

 

In late September I find myself downtown with a few of my buddies.  It’s actually little Adrian’s birthday so we’re making the rounds.  Our college had a morning football game today so even though it’s plenty busy by this Saturday evening most of the crazy masses have filed out.

By later in the night our group has had plenty to drink.  I’m doing a little better, being one of the more responsible ones.  Thankfully no one is so sloshed that we can’t get into any bars.  Later in the night we are running out of places.

“Why don’t we go check out Oz’s bar?”  Adrian asks.

“YEAH!”  The whole group responds and I know why.  They all remember Oz…and how hot he is.

We make our way the three blocks to Oz’s sports bar, weaving through the other bar-goers.  Approaching the bar I see the buff bouncer checking the IDs.  I remember Oz telling me that he was getting advice from from their bouncer, a former bodybuilder himself.  And boy, Oz wasn’t lying.  Even from half a block away and through my drunk-blurred vision I can see how this guy’s huge arms stretch his black t-shirt.  If Oz is getting tips from this guy he’s gotta be on the right path.

“Woof!  Check out the big bearded bouncer daddy,” Adrian says as we approach.  “Shit, he looks as big as Grif, maybe bigger.  Definitely as tall as Grif.  Ah man, Rory, why didn’t you invite Grif?”

“Because you’d have been slobbering over him all night, Adrian.”

“Well YEAH!  I’d be ALL OVER that hunk of beef.  C’mon, IT IS my birthday.”

“Sorry, Adrian, I guess a view of Oz will have to do instead.”

“That is the best consolation price ever.  And Mister-Big-Arms-Tall-Bouncer-Stud is helping me forget all about Grif too.  OMG that beard just completes him.  You should tell Grif and Oz to grow a short sexy beard like that.”  I shush Adrian as we enter hearing distance of the bouncer.  As we walk up the steps to the front patio we all retrieve our wallets to pull out our ID’s.  Unfortunately, Adrian’s drunk ass can’t keep himself quiet.  “C’mon Rory, you live with the two hottest hunks in the city.  And I can’t wait to see Oz again.”

I hear deep chuckling coming from the big jacked bouncer as I shove Adrian, he clearly has heard us and responds, “I really appreciate that you think I’m one of the hottest hunks in this city.  But if you ask me I think I’m hotter than Grif.”

I freeze, processing what I’ve just heard.  With my ID in hand, I slowly look up the bouncer's body, making out the unmistakable bulges of muscle underneath his clothes.  Even in the dim light I take in his rippling arms, which are coiled by veins.  I look past his protruding, powerful pecs to his handsomely bearded face…

Oz’s handsomely bearded face.  

He smiles down at me while his hands rest on his hips.  Oz is bigger.  Much bigger.  He is wider and thicker than I remember, but just as lean.  He has grown out his beard but it is stylishly short, oozing masculinity.  

“So how have you been, Rory!  I missed you, little buddy,” the big man says as he smiles down at me.  

Further down at me than I remember.  Oz isn’t just more muscular…he looks taller too!

“Holy shit, Oz, is that you?  I barely recognized you!”

The big man booms out laughter down at me.  “Oh yeah!  You haven’t seen me since I grew the beard.  What do you think?”

“Erm, the beard is great, Oz, but I was talking about…”  I gesture to his overall body.  “…all this…size.”

“Oh yeah!  Those late night gym sessions are really paying off.  I tell ya, Rory.  When I have the gym to myself, I can just go nuts there.  I’ve been lifting so hard.  My gains have been through the roof.  I guess it looks pretty drastic to you since I haven’t seen you in over a month, huh.”

“Drastic??  Oz, you are fucking HUGE!”

“Haha.  I like when you say that Rory, it does make me feel BIG!  I didn’t want to say anything when I saw you walking up, but I did think you looked a lot smaller than I remember, no offense.  I wasn’t even sure that short guy walking up the stairs was you at first.”

“None taken.  But I’m not smaller, you are bigger.  Holy shit.  You’re like as big as Grif now.  And are you…taller?”

“Taller??  I don’t think so, but maybe.  The bar started asking me to bounce a couple of weeks ago.  Told me to wear thick boots to make myself look taller and bigger to be more intimidating so maybe that’s it.”

“Um, I don’t think so, Oz.  I see Grif every day.  Even with thick boots on you are gotta be close to Grif’s height.  Hey Adrian, how tall would you say Oz is right now.”

“I’m only 5’3 so it’s hard for me to tell, but I’d guess 6’3?  Oz looks like he’s at least a foot taller than me.”  Adrian steps up to Oz and it’s true.  Oz just DWARFS my little friend.  Adrian’s tongue is practically hanging out of his mouth as he sidles up next to my second gigantic roommate.  His eyes are just above Oz’s nipples, at the bottom of Oz’s shirt-pushing pecs.   

This announcement makes Oz beam as he takes in the little men around him.  “Fuck, Rory.  That’d be awesome if I’ve actually grown taller!  I’ve notice some shirts and pants being shorter but I just figured that was my muscle mass.  I’d love to be as tall as Grif.”  Oz pauses in thought.  “No.  FUCK THAT.  I’d love to be TALLER than him!  BIGGER than him.   I know I’m leaner than him, unless he cut down while I was gone.  He was growing pretty good there for a while so I bet I still got a ways to go, what’s he now, 260?”

“No, he’s been stuck at like 245 for a few weeks now.”

Oz leans his head back and laughs.  “Oh shit!  I was TWO FORTY three days ago!  HAHAHA YES!  And since I’m leaner than Grif I might actually have more MUSCLE than him!  Oh shit, I gotta see Grif and soon!  Show him what a real man looks like.”  Oz reaches down and pulls up his tight black shirt revealing a couple rows of deeply etched abs.  “Betcha Grif doesn’t have abs like these!”

My group of friends and I swoon as we gaze upon Oz’s bodybuilding-comp ready abs.  The guy just seemingly doesn’t carry fat!  I can see all my friends shifting as they stand there, no doubt trying to hide their boners.  What the fuck is happening to my roommates?  Now Oz has grown too?  Is there something in my basement causing this crazy growth?  Maybe I should switch rooms with one of them.  

On the dark patio I adjust my own throbbing boner as I realize that between Oz and Grif they have grown nearly 8 inches and almost 150 lbs in about four months.  I feel myself leaking in my pants as I compare little Adrian at 5’3 and Oz, who looks to be a foot taller, even though he’s wearing boots.  I see Adrian reach over and use both of his tiny hands to grab Oz’s biceps, who cheerfully bends over and flexes them in return.  “Sure buddy, have a feel since it’s your big day,” Oz says happily.  My other friends step back and take a picture of the action as Oz and Adrian pose.  Later in the night I would look up the picture on Adrian’s Instagram with the caption “Got to feel some HUGE hunky arms tonight, Best Birthday Ever!!!”.  I imagine being in Adrian’s place in the photo, feeling the size difference, feeling Oz’s massive peaked biceps and gazing at that cocky smoldering face and beard and easily blow a huge load.

As I come down I realize that if my two roommates keep growing at the rate they are, soon I may actually start to look like little Adrian as well in comparison.  The thought quickly sends more blood into my cock for round two.

 

-

 

“Bro, what the hell kinda photoshop is Ozzy using?  I saw that pic Adrian posted on his IG.  There’s no way that was Oz.”

I chuckle in between bites of cereal as Oz makes himself a a huge plate and bowl of eggs and oatmeal.  “Nope, that was Oz and that was no photoshop.  He looks pretty big.  Huge really.”

“Well I know from selfie experience that the camera adds 10 lbs, but yeah I can tell he’s bulked up.  He’s gonna have to be careful, bulking up that fast, he’s probably getting fat, no matter how good his biceps looked there.”

I neglect to tell Grif about Oz’s crazy cut abs.  “He didn’t look fat at all to me.  His arms were all veiny just like they always are.  I couldn’t believe it was him at first.  They had him bouncing.  Said they needed a big guy to be the bouncer since their normal bouncer has been out.”

“Pffft…’big guy’?  If they wanted and ACTUAL big guy Oz should’ve asked me!  I’d happily bounce on the weekends.  Bring in some extra cash.  Check out all the bar hopping chicks.  Let all the bar hopping chicks check out ME.”  Grif grins and gives one of his patented shirtless pec bounces.  I will never get tired of that.  And he’s getting better and better at it.

“Hey Grif, how many hours a day do you spend bouncing your tits?”

“At least three hours every day.”

“Anyways…yeah Oz looked way bigger.  Taller even.  But he did say that bouncers often wear thick boots to make them look taller.”

“That makes sense, short guys like him have to use lifts to make them look more intimidating.”  Grif puffs his thick chest out and looks down at me with a smirk, “Good thing I don’t have to do that.  I got REAL height right here.  Unlike faker Oz.  But clearly he’s bulking up to make up for being shorter than me.  I can respect that.  As long as I stay BIGGER!”

“You might need to start eating more then, Oz is catching up fast.”

“Yeah sure, Rory.  I’m the alpha of this house and always will be!”

 

-

 

Three weeks later and it’s finally Oz’s weekend off.  It’s actually only a week before Halloween so we are all planning to attend a big costume bash tomorrow night.  But tonight, Oz’s shift ends at 4pm so he wants to chill out at home with us and relax tonight.  I’ve had to work late this Friday, always a bummer, so when I get home Oz is stretched out on the couch.

I greet the big guy, taking in his dark features and that rippling body. “Hey there!  Who the hell are you?  I haven’t seen you in this house before.  Get out!”

Oz chuckles, “Haha, make me, little man.”  Oz has already changed into gymshorts and baggy t-shirt, but even through the flowing fabric I can make out the body underneath.  A body that is starting to looking positively bodybuilder-esque.  With Oz’s low bodyfat he might be closer to stepping on stage than even thickly muscled Griffin.

I change into my own gym shorts and a t-shirt and return to the living room and plop down onto my recliner.  “Oh man, I’m so glad it’s the weekend.  So how have you been, man?”

“I hear ya, Rory.  I’m sooo happy to not be at the bar tonight.  This bye-week couldn’t come soon enough.”

“Tough time at the bar?”

”I mean, it’s ok.  Just gets old night after night.  And the constant harassment at the door.”

“Still bouncing, I take it.”  

“Yeah, on the busiest nights I have been.”

“Looking at you I can see why.”  Oz smiles as I openly check him out.  He’s on his side and has one hand behind his head.  His arm is stretching what must be an XL shirt…maybe XXL.  “Still hitting the gym I see.”

“Oh yeah.  I remember Grif telling me about his newbie gains.  I’ve gotten pretty advanced in the gym so I don’t know if these still count as newbie gains, but fuck little dude, I’m growing so fast.  I had to order some special lotion for these stretch marks I’ve got on my chest and delts.  I’m literally growing out of my skin!”

“Holy shit, Oz.  First Grif, now you.  I guess that’s once downside of growing so fast though.”

“Yeah and another are the drunk tough guys.  Ever since I’ve put on this muscle every drunk asshole wants to fight me at the door.  It’s like since I’m buff they have to prove themselves.”

“Oh that sucks.  So you’ve been in fights?”

“Yeah…”  Oz smirks at me and I swear I see him subtly tense his arm, perhaps flexing for me.  “…though none of the fights lasted very long.  Let’s just say I’ve gotten A LOT stronger too.  Last week I tossed this belligerent 300 lb ex-football guy out of the bar…and it was way easier than I thought it would be.  I barely felt his resistance.”

“Wow…”  I listened in attention, trying to control my heartrate as well as my erection.  

“Yeah…being big is fucking awesome.  The other bouncer, the bodybuilder guy I told you about, he says I have some of the best natural strength of anyone he’s ever met.  Makes me wish I taken up big lifting way sooner.”

“Good lord.  I’m living in a house of meatheads,” I joke trying to calm myself and reduce my arousal.

“Yeah, but you love this muscle, don’t you.”

“...YES.”  Oz chuckles and turns his attention back to the TV.

 

-

 

Twenty minutes later the front door flies open and Grif enters, bulging out of his jeans and tucked in polo shirt and making me drool.  “Sup bitches!  Big Grif is home, commence the roommate chillaxation party.”  Always the joker, he spots Oz laying on the couch.  “WELL SHIT!  If it isn’t the mysterious Oz.”

Oz chuckles and shouts back to Grif, “More like the great and powerful Oz!”  

Grif rolls his eyes, “Or perhaps Dorothy.”  

I pipe up, joking, “Naw boys, I’m Dorothy, clearly.  Or at least a friend of hers,” causing booming laughter from the two alpha males.  

Grif sets his laptop bag down and stands there looking down at prone Oz.  “Rory told me you’ve been hitting the weights, Oz.  Good job man.  I can see you’ve put on some solid mass.  That’s good, I was getting tired of living with TWO skinny little dudes.”

Oz says nothing but just grins up at Grif.  “Yeah bro.  Conversely you don’t look much bigger than the last time I saw you.  Still stuck on a plateau?  That sucks.”

“Well when you are so HUGE already it gets harder to keep growing.  You’ll find that out when you get HUGE too.”

I’m once again amused by their alpha-banter.  Its almost cute, like an old married couple squabbling over appetizers.  It almost seems like have both missed it as well as they go back and forth a few more rounds, jabbing each other for being smaller, or fatter, or weaker, or shorter.  Grif then excused himself downstairs to change into his own lounging clothes, returning in his own shorts and tank top, showing off his beefy arms and shoulders.

Oz is quick to continue the needling.  “Wow Grif.  I thought your guns would look a little bigger than they do now.  Are you buying a size smaller in your polo shirts to make your polos tighter?  That’s kinda pathetic, don’t you think?  No need to get your shirts at BabyGAP.”

“Fuck off, Oz.  Still bigger than yours.  Now scoot over so I can have half the couch.”

“You really think that, Grif.  Maybe it’s only because I’ve been getting more jacked but I swear you look smaller.”

“Dude.  I’m bigger.  We both know it.  Now get over so I can sit.”  As Grif stands there he reaches down grabs one of Oz’s legs to shove it to the side to make himself couch space.  Oz playfully keeps it there, causing the big lugs to ruckus as Grif grabs for Oz’s feet and Oz playfully tries to kick Grif away.  “C’mon dude, let me sit!  I’m taller, I need the space.”

Oz stops kicking and grins up at Grif.  He then swings his feet forward and plants them on the ground.  I watch as Oz pushes himself up with his rippling arms and stands to meet Oz.  Only, as he stands, he rises to meet Grif… and then with a cocky-as-fuck smirk rises ABOVE GRIF.  Grif’s mouth falls open as Oz stands to his full height. Taller than Grif.  My mouth hangs open like Grifs.  Oz looks to be maybe two inches taller than Grif!  Holy shit he really has grown taller.  

From my perch on the recliner I compare the two big studs.  Even in his shirt Oz looks…bulgier compared to Grif.  His forearm veins are bigger and more pronounced.  His shoulder look rounder.  His traps thicker.  He looks WIDER across the shoulders.

Grif stands there stammering, looking UP into Oz’s deep dark eyes.  “Wha… where did…how?”

Oz’s smirk never leaves as he steps back from Grif, giving himself more space.  He suddenly reaches down, crosses his arms and grabs the bottom of his shirt.  He lifts it up and over his head and tosses it onto the couch.

I gasp.

MUSCLE.  

That’s all I see.  Tanned, bulging, meaty MUSCLE, covering Oz’s frame.  The separation between each muscle group is pronounced and clear.  There’s a clear round edge separating Oz’s delts from his biceps and triceps.  There is a cleft between his pecs.  A ridge runs across the top of his pecs separating his chest from his shoulders and traps.  Not to mention his spectacular abs which look just as ripped as they did when he flashed to me at the bar.  

He looks like a legit bodybuilder.  One that is maybe a month or two out from a show.  Maybe even less than that!  I do all I can to suppress a moan as I visually take in the the tall, golden-skinned fratboy Hercules standing there with an earned smug smile.  

It’s impossible to tell if Oz is actually bigger in mass compared to Grif, but he certainly LOOKS bigger with his lower bodyfat and pumped muscles.  

Finally Oz speaks.  “Whew, that’s better.  I can see why you put on a tank, Grif.  It IS sorta hot in here.  I think I’ll just keep my shirt off and try to cool down.  You cool with that, Boss?”  Oz asks me.  

I simply nod my head, unable to make any vocal sounds.  Grif stands there still in shock as Oz walks to the kitchen to get himself some water. 
  

[Jsmith230]

Absolutely fantastic new chapter @dredlifter!

Loved the reveal for Oz, and you get the feeling he loved it too to be able to show off to Rory’s friends and, more importantly, Grif. Big Oz fan, and the beard just takes the image I have of him to a while new level. Hope these boys keep growing — and their rivalry grows too. Well done!

[WrestlejockCT]

Freakin' aweeeesome!

[OldFashioned]

Holy hell man this is so fucking hot

[Ro20316]

Their game of muscle cat and muscle mouse is on full force. When one thinks he has the advantage the otehr comes to surprised him. I love how they are working torwards being bigger because they bth want to be the best.

While Griff is bulky and strong like a powerlifter Oz has the genetics of building muscle they are both strong but the difference is on their body types.

Boss man loves what is happening and Oz and Griff dont mind to put on a show for him. If any of your previous stories are an example we soon will have a full show while this studs get down and dirty on their girls and teh many ways they will bring them pleasure