Kymuscleboy Posted March 20, 2021 Share Posted March 20, 2021 On 3/17/2021 at 1:50 PM, dredlifter said: Awesome! Sometimes I have stroke of genius and set things up well so I really appreciate that you acknowledged this worked Ah, don't sell yourself short. You frequently have strokes of genius! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted March 27, 2021 Author Share Posted March 27, 2021 Sorry the next chapter is taking a while. Spent a few days out of town last week, work is busy, all the usual excuses :P. The next chapter will come. I promise that I will never abandon a story because that's something that always frustrates me. Regards, -dredlifter 14 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
racer11 Posted March 28, 2021 Share Posted March 28, 2021 2 hours ago, dredlifter said: Sorry the next chapter is taking a while. Spent a few days out of town last week, work is busy, all the usual excuses :P. The next chapter will come. I promise that I will never abandon a story because that's something that always frustrates me. Regards, -dredlifter Don't worry, personally I'll wait eagerly 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mario2007 Posted March 28, 2021 Share Posted March 28, 2021 You know what would be really cool in this story? If there was super strength involved mixed in with some muscle worship. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brandlong2 Posted March 30, 2021 Share Posted March 30, 2021 I’m personally super curious which one of them has bigger feet at this point. Now that Oz is taller, maybe he does, but Grif has always had pretty huge feet for his size. Would be awesome if they had a proper comparison sole to sole, or even one of them showing how their foot is too big to fit in the others shoe or something. Anyway, incredible story as per usual and I’ve loved each part so far! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mario2007 Posted April 6, 2021 Share Posted April 6, 2021 The suspense... 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rugbyfan490 Posted April 6, 2021 Share Posted April 6, 2021 I love this series so much Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted April 6, 2021 Author Share Posted April 6, 2021 next chapter this weekend is my goal. 13 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post dredlifter Posted April 11, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 11, 2021 CHAPTER 6 The rest of the night Oz casually hangs out, letting his massive, ripped, muscular body grace Grif and I’s presence. The normally talkative Grif is tentative and nervous all evening long as we chill out watching TV. Oz is happy to repeatedly stretch and flex his long limbs, sighing loudly as he does. “Ahhhhh. Sorry about that. This big body gets really tight if I don’t keep stretching.” I make several trips to the restroom to either relieve some pressure or simply adjust my positioning in my shorts. Each time I reenter the living room Oz gives me a knowing smirk. After watching a few episodes of a new action show on Netflix, Grif retires to the basement, leaving me and Oz alone. I finally find the courage to speak up. “So…Oz…pretty crazy that you grew so much, huh?” “Yeah I guess so. I didn’t even realize I gotten this big until I saw you and Grif.” “Really?” “Yeah, I mean, the bar workers constantly tease me now for being a musclehead now, but I didn’t realize I’d actually gotten a little taller too.” “How could you not realize that? You grew like 2 inches. In about a month. That’s a lot!” “Yeah I guess. And It was more like the 3 inches apparently. Didn’t feel like a lot.” “Shit, Oz. I’d give anything to be 2 or 3 inches taller and you barely noticed it? Kind of a slap in my face.” Oz chuckles, “Ah, don’t take it like that, Rory. Plus, 2 inches is a lot for a short guy like you. One me it doesn’t feel like much.” “Well then give me that size!” “Haha! If I could I would, buddy. Well…maybe some. Not all. I’m learning to like this new size.” “You should. You look amazing. You’re so ripped. They say it's supposed to be harder for tall guys to put on size. Clearly you don’t have that problem.” “Thanks Rory!” Oz says with a big Grin. “Check this out, I’ve been working on this to put Grif in his place.” Oz sits forward and proceeds to bounce his pecs for me. First the left. Then the right. Then both. “Pretty good, right?” “Um…erm…yesh…yeah pretty good.” Oz chuckles some more, “I know you like muscle so I'm sorry for flustering you, Rory. But I know you like it. Is it better than Grif?” “You’re right there with Grif on that talent, if not better.” “Hell yeah. Ever since I really upped my caloric intake and got those supplements, I can see why Grif has always been into lifting. It really started to hit me when I got to about 230 lbs. That was when my muscles really started to pop. That was when, even in my long sleeve shirts people started commenting on how wide and thick my back was. And now at almost 250 I’m even HUGER!” “I can only imagine. I’m tiny.” “Ah, no you’re not. You’re in shape, Rory. You’ve got a tight body and some good little pecs on ya. I’ve seen you with your shirt off, you’re in great shape.” I can’t help but blush as I enjoy Oz’s compliment. “Thanks, but compared to you I’m tiny. Down here at 5’7 and 150 lbs I barely take up space.” “That’s it! That’s the feeling I’ve discovered from putting on new muscle,” Oz says excitedly. “I just…take up for space. I noticed my shoulders constantly brushing against walls and other people. I’ve noticed how people get out of my way when I’m walking, even when the bar is crowded. It gives you a feeling of… of POWER.” Oz smiles and brings his arms together to flex his chest. He looks down admiringly at the swell of his pecs. I’m breathing heavily as I watch Oz fully realize the power of his looks and body. “Yeah, not to mention your height. 6’4? Oz, that is really tall. I thought Grif was getting tall and now you’ve passed him.” Oz looks at me with a serious face. He pauses and looks up and to the side, looking like he’s contemplating something. “That’s true, though I’m not so sure Grif was ever taller than me.” “No, he was. Remember I measured both of you a few weeks ago.” “Hmm I sorta remember. But Grif must’ve done something. Stretched out or hung upside down from a bar or something.” I look at Oz skeptically, “What? That doesn’t make any sense. Even if Grif had-” “I just knew I was taller than Grif.” Oz interrupts me with a forceful voice. “I’ve always been taller than Grif so I just knew I was.” Oz looks at me with almost a scowl, his dark eyes boring into mine. His look was so intense it was bordering on threatening, though I know Oz would never hurt me. “I knew I was at least 2 inches taller than Grif. I HAD to be. I NEEDED to be. Grif has always been the more muscular guy and I have ALWAYS been the taller one. So the fact that I’m 2 inches taller than him…whether that’s 6’4 or not…that’s the way it should be. The way it HAS to be.” I sit there stunned as I listen to Oz. His competitive drive to be the taller man manifesting itself intensely. After a few awkward seconds Oz’s body and face relax and he grins and stands up, rising up and up with his tall body. “The only thing I almost feel bad for Grif…” Oz proceeds to flex both of his tremendous arms, which erupt with veins. His peaked arms bunch up leaving me breathless. “…I almost feel bad for Grif that not only am I taller, now I’ve also taken his status as the most jacked guy too.” I gulp. “Yeah, Oz. I can tell you feel bad for Grif…” He lets his arms down and laughs. “That’s why I said ‘almost’, little buddy. Ahhhhh. Well, I’m gonna hit the sack. BIG day tomorrow with the Halloween party. Sleep tight little man.” - Oz knocks on the door to my room and I wave him in. “What’s up big guy?” “Hey bro, I have a favor to ask for my costume. Do you have lifts that I can borrow?” “Lifts?” I ask, though I know exactly what he’s talking about. Oz smirks, “C’mon boss. You know, shoe lifts. The things you put in your shoes to make you look taller.” I feign offense, “And what makes you think I have those?!” “Ah don’t be embarrassed. I know most of you shorties have them. Hell, I know a few of my taller bros have used them too.” “What? That’s not fair, they are already tall.” Oz shrugs and looks at me pleadingly. I do have lifts. I don’t wear them often, usually when I travel for work or if I have a big meeting with a client and I’m looking to enhance my presence. I feel it adds at least a modicum of power to my already small stature. “Fine, let me get them,” I say as Oz chuckles. “But aren’t you tall enough?” “Can never be tall enough! But these will help with my costume especially.” Later, I’m in my room putting on my costume for the Halloween party and I hear the boys shouting in the basement. I can’t make out what they are saying but at least the ruckus doesn’t sound angry or violent. I pull on on my fuzzy brown afro wig and grab a painters palette to complete the look and head out to the living room, shouting down at the guys. “You guys about ready?” They are still arguing about something. I hear Oz laughing and Grif scoffing. Grif stomps up the stairs and I catch my breath. His torso is bare showing off his wonderfully pumped muscles. He’s in mid thigh length red shorts with a white cross on them. He’s wearing flip flops and his neck is adorned with a whistle. His head sports aviator sunglasses and a red visor hat. A black strap settles in between his bounteous pecs and wraps around his neck, at the bottom of which is a small red buoy. A smattering of white sunscreen on his nose completes his look. Grif catches sight of me, “As sweet! A Bob Ross costume! Love it, Rory!” I catch my breath and then laugh as Grif reaches the first floor. “Of course you would be something shirtless, like a lifeguard.” He smiles and tenses his chest for me. I whistle and give him his due though, “Well I can’t say it doesn’t work. You’ve got the goods, show it off, big guy.” “Thanks boss. Hopefully I can find some chicks who will need some mouth-to-mouth tonight.” I roll my eyes. “What were you and Oz arguing about?” “Oh, he’s just being a big douche, as usual.” Suddenly we hear Oz stomping up the stairs as well with loud THUMPS. “YOU MEAN A ‘GIANT’ DOUCHE, EH GRIF?” Oz says. It quickly becomes clear what he means. Oz is wearing a long sleeved black and red checkered flannel shirt which is unbutton 1/3 of the way down his own pumped chest. On his head is a black Carhartt stocking cap. Suspenders wrap over his meaty traps and run down to some very, very tight denim jeans. The bottoms of his jeans are rolled up a bit showing the reason for his heavy-than-usual footsteps He is wearing some thick black logger boots. With his perfect black beard as the coup de grace, Oz has opted for the sexy lumberjack look, and I again I’m aghast at my roommate’s sexiness. Both of them. Oz grins and turns to Grif as he stops on the second to last step of the stairs, “This is why Grif is being so pissy. Check this out, boss!” Oz slowly steps up onto the first floor level seemingly rising higher and HIGHER, really looking like a giant. He stands next to and smirks down at Grif from an advantage of SEVERAL inches as Grif purposely looks away. Oz is a half a head taller than Grif! So that’s what the shoe lifts were for. “Grif is all pissy because he chose a costume wear he’s only wearing thin flip flops while I’m wearing these huge boots with lifts, making him look TINIER than ever! HAHA check it out!, I’m like 5 or 6 inches taller than little Grif here! HAHA Grif to me you almost look as short as Rory!” “Shut up, you’re artificial inflating your height, you turd. It’s not real. It’s because of those boots.” I look down again to Oz’s boots. They are indeed huge. At least compared to my own little shoes. “Are you wearing bigger boots for your costume?” I ask. “Nope! With my growth spurt my feet are up to size 13s!” Grif laughs, “Still kinda small for a 6’4 fitness model guy. But hey, at least you are closer to my size 14s!” “Wait…yourt feet grew too, Grif? Weren’t you a 12?” Grif nods. “Shit, is everybody’s feet growing except mine?” Grif grins down at me, “Seems like it, tiny. And not just feet. Height, muscles…maybe other things…” I look up at him embarrassed. “Ahh don’t worry about it little buddy. You’ll always be our favorite short guy!” “Gee thanks.” I turn my gaze back to Oz, craning my head to meet his eyes. With his get up he towers at least a foot over me making me feel like I’ve shrunk. My head is level with his shoulders! My eyes are just higher than his big arms, right at the mid point of his chest! “Do I look good way up here, Rory?” Oz asks. “Erm..ummm…yeah I’d say you look good. So are you going for sexy lumberjack or Paul Bunyan or what?” “How about sexy Paul Bunyan? Does that work Since he’s a giant and all?” “Tell you what, Oz. I have one more idea if you really want to go for sexy.” “Lay it on me.” “Remove the sleeves. You’re already showing off your upper chest, reveal those buff arms now.” “Love it! Got some scissors?” “In the utility room.” I follow Oz to the room and as he enters he flinches and then reaches up to rub his head! His head brushed the door frame! “Oh shit! Good thing I got this stocking cap on to cushion that.” “Holy fuck, that means you are like 6’8 in those boots, Oz! No wonder I feel so small next to you.” Oz rubs his head and grins down at me from over his flanneled pecs. “Yeah, good thing that Bob Ross afro gives you a couple of inches cuz you need it right now. You do look really tiny right now from up here. Though I kinda like it. Like I said I’m starting to love feeling BIG. I’ve already noticed how I can see over most people’s heads already at 6’4. Fuck Rory, could you imagine if I ACTUALLY grew to be this tall without the shoes?! That would be so awesome, I’d be so huge.” I gulp looking up at him imagining him growing further. I slink around his huge frame, find the scissors and start cutting his sleeves off at the shoulder. “Just don’t stab me with those.” Oz chuckles. “This will be good too because I could barely bend my arms in these sleeves anyways. The sleeves are so tight. Guess my arm muscles grew more than I thought.” I’m having a hard time cutting, so once I get a tear going Oz simply pushes me aside, reaches across his chest with his opposite arm and simply RIPS the entire sleeve off with a hard yank. We repeat the process with the other sleeve. “AHHH much better and much more freedom. What do you think?” Oz then gives me a bright smile and flexes both arms in a titanic double biceps. Oh my god. He looks like a giant lumberjack muscle god. His arms peaks are truly nuts with his low bodyfat. Both heads of the muscle are plainly evident. Instantly my cock fills with blood and I must suppress a groan. “Geezus Oz, you are going to be the star of the party. That is HOT!” I free admit my appraisal as Oz gives me a wink and exits the room. I hear Grif groan as he sees Oz’s revised look. “Geezus dude, isn’t it enough that you are like 7 feet tall now you have to bring out those big guns too?!?” In a rare moment of jock bro camaraderie between the boys, Oz returns the compliment. “Haha dude, at least you’ll be showing off those huge pecs and those big legs with your costume. We’re gonna be the KINGS of this party.” - The two big muscle studs are indeed the life of the party. I chuckle to myself as I see several other guys showing more skin that they normally would. These other guys are no doubt very in-shape with cut and defined muscles, though none of them hold a candle to either Grif or Oz who are quickly swarmed with gaggles of adoring girls in even more revealing outfits. This party is a big blast that is being put on by one of Oz’s buddies. Just like Oz and Grif, so many people at the party are young and beautiful and I feel a little out of place. There are so many big jock types and busty college coeds. At one point Oz catches me standing by my lonesome, saunters over to me with following of loyal admirers and checks upon me. In the process he introduces me to many of his groupies. A few minutes later Grif does the same and suddenly it’s like I’m one of the stars of the party myself, having been anointed by the hot costume party kings. Several guys and girls chat with and keep me company afterwards. I get several compliments on my own costume and I find myself having an absolutely great time meeting new people. Of course, I regularly check up on my roomies and often find them being groped by girls. At one point, Grif is happily flexing for a group of studly guys who are obviously asking him about his bodybuilding routine. A little while later Oz saunters over to me, now with all the buttons of his flannel undone exposing his full chest and tight, tight, sexy abs. “Hey Rory! We need your help setting a bet between Grif and I.” I follow him into the next room where the large gathering has opened a space in the middle for Oz and Grif. “What are you guys up to?” “Here’s the thing. Half of this group things Grif is stronger than me…let’s call them the dumb half.” Oz teases as half the group jeers and laughs. “But the smart half KNOWS I’m the superior man.” “The uninformed half!” Grif helpfully responds before Oz continues. “So we are going to have a strength contest. Most pushups wins. But since both of us could do pushups forever, we needed some extra weight. You are the smallest guy here at 150 lbs, and we are not going to ask the lovely ladies how much they weigh, so you are going to lay on our back while we do them!” I pause, taking in what I’ve just heard. Grif and Oz are going to use ME as their weight for a strength contest! I’m thankful that part of my costume has me wearing thick denim jeans… “Oh…um…ok.” Oz winks at me and he and Grif discuss the rules. “We’ll flip a coin to see who goes first,” Grif suggests. A flip occurs and Oz wins. “You go first, Grif.” “Fine.” Grif swings his arms and rolls his shoulders to loosen up and we all admire the bunching and undulating of his bulky muscles. He gets on the ground. “Climb aboard boss!” At first I go to sit on Grif, but before he starts he fixes me. “You’ll fall off like that. Just lay on your stomach on my back and reach around if you need support.” Fuck…am I actually hearing this?!? This can’t be real. I lay down and the mass of people hoot and holler their approval. At first I simply let my arms hang and Grif starts to bang out rep after perfect rep. Up and down I go, feeling his back muscles bunch together with every decentric motion. Grif’s big meaty ass keeps me from sliding down at first, but as he continues Grif starts to sweat. I breath in his jock aroma and I briefly panic, hoping Grif can’t feel my erection on his back. As he sweats I start to slide so I reach around and grab him for support. I’m feeling his pecs as they pump! OMG! They quickly alternate from feeling like thick heavy clay to solid rock as his chest flexes and relaxes. They are so huge! Even being a gay, I have actually felt a few boobs in my day, but his chest might even be bigger than any female tits I’ve felt! I’m glad Grif is sweating because I’m sure I’m drooling. I soon realize I’ve become completely oblivious to the loud cheering from the drunken parties. I’ve been so enraptured in my own muscle lust I’ve drowned them out, but now I hear the chanting crowd.. “31! 32!” The group calls out his reps and I feel him starting to slow. “Thirty…three. Thirty…four!” Grif pauses at full extension and I decide to cheer him on as well. “C’mon Grif, keep going! Show them what a strong muscle beast you are!” Grif quickly reps out three more…then two…then two more. He then collapses to the floor trapping my hands against his pecs. We both stand up and my eyes go wide. Grif’s two pecs are PUMPED. Swollen and red, they look HUGE. The crowd notices too and crows their approval. “Holy shit look at his chest!” “He’s pumped as fuck!” “His delts look like softballs!” Grif’s chest heaves as he breathes heavily. He wipes sweat from his forehead and turns to Oz. “Forty-one! Beat that!” As the crowd half jeers and cheers again, Oz stands there, handsome as well with a determined look. He slips off his suspenders and starts to unbutton his flannel. Girls whistle and catcall while the guys offer their masculine praises. “Don’t want to get the flannel sweaty,” Oz says as he slips it off, fully revealing his chiseled, muscular physique. I’m starting to worry that I will never be soft again. Oz gets on all fours and instructs me to mount him, and there’s nothing more that I want in the world…or for him to mount me. I get on and wrap my hands around, subtly let my hands find their way to his pecs by first feeling his rippling abs. I swear I can see the corners of Oz’s mouth widen into a smile as I do, surely he knows what I’m up to. I easily fit on Oz’s LONG back, since he’s now nearly 10 inches taller than me! Oz starts his reps much faster than Grif. Unlike Grif, with bulkier, thicker muscles, Oz’s feel like stone the nearly the entire time whether flexed or not! Don’t get me wrong, Grif isn’t fat by any means. But Oz’s 5% bodyfat feels noticeably harder compared to Grif’s 10%. Oz also has a masculine scent that is different from Grif. His is more woodsy, more earthy, but nevertheless just as intoxicating. Oz is going so fast that I worry I’m going to get sick, but he quickly slows down as he approaches 30. Like Grif, he takes a break at 31 and I can feel his heaving chest and hear his huffing even over the party noise. He too is now sweating as he drastically slows down. I worry that he’s expelled too much energy too fast. “C’mon Oz, are you gonna let Grif beat you!” I scream and hug squeeze him tighter. Oz grunts out another three reps and pauses…then two more. I can feel his body trembling from effort. The crowd shouts louder, wanting him to keep going. Oz goes down and up for two more…37…then again for 38…where is he finding this endurance?!? Again! He does 39! He lowers down again! …and collapses. Failing before completing his 40th rep. Instantly the crowd erupts in half “hoorays” and half “awwws”. I turn and see Grif excitedly raise his arms and FLEX his superiority. “FUCK YEAH! STILL THE BIGGEST, STRONG, BUFFEST MOTHERFUCKER AT THIS PARTY! WOO!” I climb off Oz and Grif easily lifts me up, so quickly that I smack face first into his still pumped pecs. I’m still dizzy from my muscle rides. He grabs me and steadies me before helping up Oz. Oz stands up looking sour but knows he’s lost. Grif reaches his hand out and Oz reluctantly shakes it before stomping off to get another drink. - Somehow we make it through the rest of the night. I’m sure both Grif and Oz have scored with one, maybe even two or three women. At one point I find my drunken ass making out with a hot college girl. She knows how I swing but we still enjoy the fun as a new crowd joins us. Later in the night I even find myself making out with a cute guy who used to be on the wrestling team. His hard lean body feels great but it does nothing to take my mind off my enormous buff roomies. The next morning Grif and I are nursing a hangover in my kitchen when Oz comes up stairs. “There he is, Mr. Second Place!” Grif teases. “Ughhhh. C’mon bro, I’m too hungover for that shit.” Grif laughs and hands Oz a cup of coffee. “How the fuck did you beat me anyways?” “Because I’m bigger than you doofus. What, just because you’re taller you think your muscles are bigger? That’s not how it works. At least not completely. But shit dude, if I’m being honest, I’ve been working out way longer and I thought you’d fail at like 20. So doing almost 40 was damn impressive…” Grif again smirks at Oz and bounces his pecs for effect, “Just not as impressive as these massive chest muscles! Boom!” “Guess I’ll just have to get bigger then, Grif.” Grif looks determinedly at Oz, “Guess then I’ll have to keep getting bigger too to keep my advantage.” “Guess so…too bad you’ll never have my height advantage though.” Oz stands up and rubs Grif’s head before Grif slaps his hand away. He then slinks back downstairs for another nap. “Fuckin tall bastard,” I hear Grif grunt once Oz is out of earshot. It’s a couple weeks later when I’m making myself some breakfast and I hear more excited shouting from downstairs. Oz is back on his busy schedule as Fall football season goes into its final month, leaving him once again nearly a ghost tenant. His room door is open so he must’ve spent the night elsewhere, mostly likely with a chick. “Fuck yeah!” I hear Grif. What the hell is he doing? He must be playing some early morning video game or something. Grif tromps up the stairs and into the kitchen and I admire his muscles. He’s still looking swole and muscular as ever…dare I say it even bigger and wider? I note how his shoulders nearly brush the sides of the kitchen entrance, something that I hadn’t noticed before. He looks like he used to when he would come home from the gym with a killer pump going. Only, I know he just woke up. Is Grif bigger?? “Good morning, Rory! Guess what?” Before I can answer Grif throws me a t-shirt he was holding in his hands. I unfurl it and see tears down the back and under the sleeves. “I outgrew my XXLs! I’m now a triple XL muscle monster, GRRRRR!” Grif flexes a most muscular and my eyes drink in his exploding body. He now has more veins erupting over his arms, shoulders and pecs when he flexes. Many more than I recall. “Geezus Grif. You just keep adding muscle!” “FUCK YEAH! Scale said 267 this morning! I’ve finally busted past my plateau. That’s over 20 lbs in two weeks! I just KNEW I was getting bigger. Piling on muscle. Grahhh! Yeah!” Grif now turns and flexes his Clydesdale-sized triceps horseshoes while stomping his quad down making it burst into the individual fibrous muscles. “I just have to get bigger, Rory. I NEED IT. I CRAVE IT. And it’s happening. Just like it SHOULD!” “Holy shit, Grif.. You are seriously huge. And you look slightly leaner too. You’re veinier.” “Hell yeah! My muscles grew but my fat didn’t! And GUESS WHAT ELSE!” Oz grins down at me as I silently look up to him, craning my head to meet his gaze. Wait. I’m craning my head like I have to when I look at Oz. “YEP! Guess what, shorty, I’m now SIX FOOT FOUR! Just like Oz. I fucking HATED having to look up 6 inches to him during Halloween. I just knew I had to be closer to his height. And it’s true, I’m legit 6’4! I measured THREE times! Just as tall as Oz…only with 20 more lbs of pure MUSCLE! FUCK YEAH! Oz would look like a stick person next to his MASS!” Grif’s bulge starts to snake up his hip. I’ve never noticed Grif’s bulge too much before, not that I didn’t try. But I was clearly wrong about him possibly being merely being average. Grif’s new growth clearly has him excited in more ways than one. Grif steps toward me and I step out of the way of the approaching man mountain. “Scooch over little dude. I need a massive breakfast to help me keep GROWING! I MUST STAY BIGGER THAN OZ!” Holy shit. What is going on? Both of my roommates are totally size obsessed! So much so that they are actually growing. Seemingly faster than should be possible! …and I fucking LOVE IT. 57 4 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WrestlejockCT Posted April 11, 2021 Share Posted April 11, 2021 Dredlifter--another awesome chapter! I've been checking daily and you did it--a wait well worth it! Love the rivalry and looking forward to more muscle on muscle competition! WOOF! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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