MuscledJunk Posted May 2, 2021 Share Posted May 2, 2021 Great story. I love that Rory will stay small and even though it seems to be the unpopular opinion, I am 100% team Griffin. Also the way the two keep talking about their pecs, I would like to see them crush something between them 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xxxlalphabrute Posted May 3, 2021 Share Posted May 3, 2021 Still team Griff but Oz is hotter 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Megahuge Posted May 5, 2021 Share Posted May 5, 2021 I find myself coming back daily check out and see if you put a new update. Thank you for your contribution 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
racer11 Posted May 11, 2021 Share Posted May 11, 2021 Hey @dredlifterhow's the writing going? 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted May 11, 2021 Author Share Posted May 11, 2021 It's going. I might post a short chapter soon. The fist scene of the next chapter is much longer than I was anticipating. 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Philosopher Posted May 11, 2021 Share Posted May 11, 2021 I can't wait! I'm personally Team Griff, but I can't imagine how much both of these hunks will grow! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post dredlifter Posted May 13, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 13, 2021 Oz: “C’mon, let’s see how BIG of a man you really are.” Then, Oz slowly turns his head and looks directly at me, staring at the two naked hulks from down the hall in the utility room. I’m immediately mortified, I didn’t realize they knew I was there. I wasn’t exactly hiding, but I didn’t look away or do anything to stop them either. Oz shouts down the hall, “Hey Rory, you wanna see which of us is truly the BIGGER man?” I gulp. CHAPTER 8 My brain is going haywire as I stand there at the end of the hall. This isn’t really happening right? My mind is currently plugged into some strange, sexy fantasy simulation right? My huge hunky roommates can NOT be asking me to measure their dicks, right? Stuff like this just doesn’t happen, especially to me… “Earth to Rory!” I refocus and look down the hall to smirking Oz. Fuck he’s hot and he’s knows exactly what he’s doing. “Come on down here and join us, bro! Help us settle this.” “Dude, are you fucking serious?” Grif, understandably, still hasn’t come around. I glance at him and he looks as nervous as I do. “Oz, you really want me to whip out my dick and get it hard in front of you?” “C’mon dude, you’re a jock. You telling me you’ve never jacked off with your bros before?” Oz asks. “Well…erm…I mean I’ve watched porn with my dudes before but that was a long time ago.” “See! Nothing to do it.” I watch as Oz uses his seductive charm on his straight roommate. But then he pulls the ultimate card to flip Grif. “Unless you’re afraid.” Grif scowls, “Fuck off dude. I’m not afraid, especially not of a scrawny pussy like you.” Oz smirks and starts fondling long softie. My mouth waters as it slowly inflates like an bike tire, growing in diameter…and also length. “This is so weird,” Grif protests. “C’mon Grif, buddy. We’re all bros here. You too Rory. I know you gotta be horny, Grif. All that gear in your body, making you feel powerful as fuck. Those big fucking muscles straining your shirts. All that testosterone you’re injecting, makes your libido go crazy, right?” Once again Oz’s mastery of the situation amazes me. His praise of Grif seems to be doing the trick as Grif joins in the crotchal manipulation game. There is not much more arousing to Grif then to hear about his physical superiority. “There you go buddy, stroke that big bodybuilder dick,” Oz adds. “Were just a couple of muscle bros…and one awesome landlord…hanging out. Being dudes. Big fucking jacked muscle studs. Rory, you can’t hide that boner anymore, you might as well take off those shorts and join us.” OK, I have to be dreaming. I take a second to strongly pinch my belly flab, leaning two thin red lines where my nails have dug into the flesh. But through the pain nothing changes. I don’t suddenly awake in bed covered in sweat. This is all real. I pull down and step out of my shorts and my solid cock springs up. “Nice, bro.” Oz winks at me, “Welcome to the party. I see you are already at full mast. Nice piece on you. You may not be as big as us, but you look great Rory, really. Tight runners body, hint of abs. You’d be a catch for any gay dude. Isn’t that right, Grif?” Surprised at being address, Grif’s focus from fluffing his own cock is broken. “Uh, yeah Rory. You’re a cute guy for sure.” I thought that was an interesting way to put it, but my eyes and synapses were locked on the two cocks of my roommates. Like the rest of them, they are HUGE. It just seemed unfair that two young men could be so spectacularly perfect. Handsome, muscular as fuck, tall, funny, witty, intelligent…and on top of that HUNG?? The three us continued to stroke as my two roomies achieved full erection. Both were cut and their large shafts were nearly a perfect cylinder. The veins on Oz’s dick were much more raging, perhaps due to his natural lower bodyfat, while the head of Grif’s was proportionally larger compared to Oz’s. Once at full mast though, Oz’s ultimate goal was achieved. Proving he was the biggest man. Unable to wipe the smirk off his face, he led us in the confirmation process. “Well, damn, Grif. I gotta say, I was expecting to blow you out of the water a lot more than I am. You got a big cock dude. A nice big jock cock.” Oz saunters over and faces Grif so their cocks are near each other. “Buuuuut as you can see, nothing top this monster dick! Fuck, look how fucking long and perfect it is. I commend you on you thickness, Grif. But it’s NOTHING compared to my cock. My MAN COCK. Fuck, just look at this battering fam. Nothing I like more than slowly filling up a girls pussy, watching her wriggle and moan as I invade places insider her than have never been invaded with my big dick. Knowing that I’m ruining them for any future boyfriends. Knowing that my huge fucking dick is the biggest they’ll ever have.” “HOLY FUCK!” I can’t help but shout as I release my own dick. Oz’s dirty talk has nearly sent me over the edge. A pearl of pre drips from my cock and I fight to hold back orgasm. I hold my hands up trying to calm down as Oz and Grif chuckle. “Sorry, Rory. Didn’t mean to do that. Just can’t contain my sex appeal sometimes,” Oz replies with a non-helpful smoldering grin. “Now calm yourself down go get that measuring tape out of the laundry room.” Returning with the tape Oz instructs. “Well, as we can all see I’m the clear winner. Don’t you agree, Grif?” Grif sighs but he can’t deny. Even his eyes are almost glued to Oz’s large fuckstick. “Yes Oz. Your cock is the biggest.” Oz’s smile grows to span the width of his face, his dark eyes twinkle with his successful domination. “I’m glad you recognize who is the bigger man here. It feels good to be the king. Now Rory, go ahead and measure Grif’s commendable jock dick. You think you can do that?” I’m honestly not sure I can. “Yes, Oz.” “Good. Run the tape along the top from the base to the end. No pushing into the skin, that’s cheating. Too many guys cheat like that. We want a real measurement.” As I step toward Grif we lock eyes. He looks nervous but nods giving me approval to touch his most sensitive of parts. It’s almost eerie seeing a silent Grif and a chatty Oz, their natural communication roles currently reversed. I slowly lower my hand and touch his cock. Once I make contact it jumps and Grif sucks in his breath. “Sorry, Rory.” “No worries big guy. And you truly are a big guy. Damn Grif, your cock is gorgeous. No hetero, bro,” I joke and Grif smiles and I hear Oz chuckle. I measure Grif’s length. Just a hair over 7 inches, with no pushing-in like Oz said. King Oz supports his defeated rival. “Nice length, Grif. That is well over average. Thick too, almost as thick as mine.” “Um…thanks Oz. Yeah I gotta big jock cock. And that’s up half and inch too!” “Wait, what?” I ask, surprised. “Last I measured a couple of months ago it was 6.5,” Grif confirms. “FUCK! So your cock is growing too??” “Hell yeah! The rest of me is growing why wouldn’t it?” “That is so unfair!” Grif and Oz merely shrug their shoulders. “Mine’s definitely grown too, both in length and thickness. Can’t wait to find out how much.” Oz turns toward me, his baton pointing strait at me, too big and heavy to point upward. Even Grif can’t fake his admiration. “That is one HUGE cock, Oz. Amazing.” “Thanks Grif. But first,” Oz looks down into my eyes. “Your turn Rory. Let’s save the best for last.” “What?!? No way! I’m not part of this bet.” I start to back up but suddenly I feel a meaty arm around my shoulders. Grif stands next to me holding me against the side of his huge chest. “C’mon little buddy, we’re all doing it. We’re bonding.” Suddenly I feel like I”m being ganged up on by Godzilla and King Kong. “But…but it’s so small!” Grif hugs me tighter. If he’s trying to comfort me he’s only adding to my arousal as his muscular flesh melds into me. “Rory, buddy. You’re not small. Trust me, I’ve been in tons of locker rooms. You just feel small because you’re next to my big schlong and Oz’s monster dick. Even though it’s not huge, it’s straight and symmetric. You’ve got a nice dick, bro. C’mon.” Unable to escape even if I wanted too, Oz bends over. His massive hands make my dick look even smaller to me. If I weren’t so turned on by the giant hung bodybuilders surrounding me I’d be soft from humiliation. He reads of “Just a hair under 6 inches. Not bad at all, boss. You’re a little above average and with your under average height and thinner body it looks bigger too. Grif and I, with our big muscles, our dicks have to be huge to look big.” I take a deep breath and accept Oz’s words. I can tell he’s sincere. Plus with Grif hugging me I’m quickly returning to my fantasy-come-true moment. If anything, I’m harder than ever now that Oz and Grif have accepted me even though now it’s proven than I’m so much smaller than them in every way. I truly feel like I belong in their alpha clique even though I clearly don’t earn that title. “Speaking of huge,” I take the tape and step towards Oz. Even Grif guides me along, “Hell yeah Rory, measure that fat cock.” I do. I can’t believe how long and thick it is up close. Darker than Grif due to his skin tone, but the veins pulse along the side, angry and ready to fuck to lucky bimbo. “It’s about 8 and a half! Maybe just under.” “FUUUUCK YEAHHHH,” Oz sighs. “Just like you Grif, that’s another half inch for me too since I’ve started growing!” Oz steps to the side and toward the bathtub. “Join me bros!” Unable to resist his power, Grif and I approach him at the tub’s edge. Somehow I end up between the two giants, both of their meaty triceps pressing into my shoulders as they tower over me. Oz leads us, “Yeah dudes, jack those big dicks. Just like that Rory, hell yeah! Grif, almost any guy would be happy to have a huge thick 7-incher like that. Big jock dick making your football bros jealous! And my 8.5 inch monster is even BIGGER. Legit measurements too! If we were like online dudes we’d be claiming 8 and 10 inch cocks! Even you Rory, I bet most guys your size lie and claim 7 inches. But we’re true studs, right Grif!” I’m so fucking close listening to Oz’s monologue. Looking to my right and left all I see is now sweaty, man beef. Muscles. Cocks. The bathroom if filled with their muscular scent. “Fuck yeah Oz. We’re two of the biggest fucking studs in the town. Shit, I bet the state!” “The country!” I shout, making my giant roomies groan in agreement. “You are both the BIGGEST men I’ve EVER seen. You’re muscles are sooo big. And you tower over everyone, so fucking jacked and TALL. Grif picks up his pace, “Fuck yeah Rory, look at all this muscle surrounding you. All his manhood. Our favorite little gay bro. And you deserve it, stud. You’re an awesome little due. Supporting us. Helping us grow bigger and BIGGER.” Oz jumps in, “All this testosterone flowing through us. Both naturally and from the extra gear. I’m so fucking horny all the time. Feeling so huge and strong. Soooo BIG. And just think, we’re still growing BIGGER. GROWING TALLER! We’re almost 6 and half feet of bodybuilder beef! Hell little Rory, it’s like we’re almost growing just for YOU!” “Yeah, Rory, ALL THIS GROWING MUSCLE FOR YOU!” Grif lifts his free arm and flexes his titanic 22” biceps right in my face. “WE’RE MUSCLE GIANTS!” The blast of bodybuilder muscle right in front of me sends me over the edge. “OOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Groaning loudly I erupt, spurting stream after stream into the tub. I feel Grif tense next to me, ”Shit little dude, look at all that! You are quite the spurter! You stud…ungggggHHHHHHH!” Grif explodes next emptying his large balls into the tub as well. Oz completes the trio and with a deep rumble blows his own huge load which jets out against the tiled wall above the tub, painting it with streaks of white. After several minutes all three of us sigh and take deep breathes. Oz and Grif’s spectacular pecs alternately deflate and inflate just above my eyeline. “WHEW!” Oz is the first to break our silence as we return to earth. “Haven’t a had a good bro bate like that in A LONG time. Rory, dude, that was quite the load from such a little guy. I’m impressed.” I can only nod still catching my breath and my wits. “And you, Grif, impressive too. But as we’ve now PROVEN, not quite as impressive as THIS!” Oz smiles and hefts up his now half-erect bull cock. “I’m glad we could settle that.” Oz excuses himself. Grif turns on the bathtub to wash away our ejections. “Shit, I bet we could’ve impregnated 1000 women combined with all those loads.” He chuckles, wipes his dick off with some toilet paper and exits the room as well. I stand there still in shock. Did that really just happen? I pinch myself again, adding two new finger nail marks next to existing ones from a few minutes ago. I’m still awake. Yes, it really happened. I really jacked off with my two enormous muscle stud roommates. - The next day Grif and I are heading to the Burger Shack for some tasty fast food. I steal glances at Grif as he sits in the passenger seat of my SUV, filling the space. He’s so wide that his meaty arm and shoulder brushes against my own. He’s had to move the seat back to fit his long tree trunks legs. He’s just…massive, and being cooped into my small SUV only makes him look bigger. “Next time we’re taking my truck.” Grif huffs as he struggles to buckle his seatbelt. It clicks into place and strap settles in-between his bounteous pecs. For the first time in my life I’m actually jealous of a seatbelt strap. “Not my problem you’re too big for my car.” Grif smiles to me as I drive. “I am too big, you’re right. It’s pretty awesome, huh.” “Yeah pretty awesome, except I’m going to have to have my axle balanced after this trip.” “Haha. I suppose I could sit in the middle of the backseat. You and your damn hobbit car. Now it’s burger time, little dude!” “Are you really allowed to eat this with your bodybuilding?” “CHEAT MEAL DAY! CHEAT MEAL DAY!” Grif chants and pumps the arm next to me, making the muscle swell. “Once a week I get to eat whatever the hell I want. For the most part. Nothing like a big fat triple patty burger and fries to savor. And all those calories will make me grow! Haha if I keep growing my head might poke through your ceiling when we’re done eating.” “That or your belly.” “Haha whatever, Rory. With my superior metabolism it all goes to the mass.” At the drive-thru we make our order and collect our food. One bag for me, three bags for Grif. He has opted for TWO triple burgers and three orders of large fries. Back at home we unsack our food and start to chow down. Big Griffin practically inhales his first burger before I even get my meal set out. I’ve ordered myself a footlong Coney dog with all the sloppy toppings. I moan as I take my first bite “Damn, Rory. That looks tasty too.” Grif says in between bites. I look over and chuckle as ketchup and mustard smears the sides of his handsome mouth. I finish my first bite and wipe my own mouth off. “Yeah I love these things. One of Burger Shack’s secrets.” “And it’s freakin’ huge. A whole footlong?” “Yep.” I open as wide as I can and bite off another chunk, savoring the chili slathered on it. “It is a huge.” I look at Grif and grin. “Kinda reminds you of Oz, right?” Grif rolls his eyes as he shoves in a handful of French fries. “That fucker. I knew he was hung but not THAT hung. How the fuck do you get a dick that big anyways.” “Yeah. He probably pumps and jelqs and stuff.” “Huh? What was that word. ‘Jelq’?” “Yeah, J-E-L-Q. You’ve never heard of it? It’s an exercise you can do to make your dick bigger. Originated in the Middle East, I think. Grif continued eating but I can see the gears turning in his pretty blond head. “And that kinda thing actually works?” “Yeah I think it works. But it’s not some magic exercise and it takes lots and lots of time. Kinda like bodybuilding, I suppose.” I marvel at Grif’s beefy forearms as he opens wide and shoves the last quarter of this second burger into his maw. Man the guy can eat. It makes sense with him closing in on 300 lbs. “That’s interesting stuff, Rory,” he says as he piles up his wrappers and boxes, stands and tosses them in the trash. It sounds like I may have given Grif another hobby. I laugh to myself thinking about him jelqing, pumping, hanging weights from his cock. I’ve read the processes actually do work, but can take many months and even years. So if Grif dives in it will be a long while before he ever starts catching up the mega cock that Oz has… …and then I remember that Grif has grown into near-professional bodybuilder physique in just a few months. - “You boys about ready to head out?” I shout down the stairs and I pull on the big heavy garment over my head. I laugh at the gaudy design on the front. Grif, Oz and I are getting ready to go to an ugly sweater party. It’s a brisk 26 degrees outside and I’m happy for the warmth the sweater provides against the December cold. Oz shouts up from the basement. “Give me about 30 minutes to make myself pretty!” “You both are pretty enough, make it 20!” After a few minutes I hear the deep excited voice of Grif, “YES! FINALLY!” A few more minutes later the two super studs bound up the stairs in their undershirts, with their sweater in their arms. “Geezus guys. You’re going to have to start taking the stairs one at a time or else you’ll collapse them.” “Funny you should say that, boss!” Grif smiles as he beams down at me. “Guess what. The big roomie is even BIGGER. Just weighed myself out of the shower, THREE HUNDRED POUNDS right here! Woo! Now I’m truly in the mass monster category. I’m so fucking huge YEAH!!” Grif sneers and launches into some quick poses. He does look fucking huge. He does a side chest pose and his pecs inflate upward into his chin. He looks like he might be thicker front-to-back then I am WIDE. His shoulders have definitely beefed up, perhaps he focused on them more lately. They now look to be the size of a small volleyball. His rear delts surge backwards and his anterior delts bulge over the upper crook of his arm between his delt and his biceps. He finishes off his pose with the patented Grif double biceps pose. “Holy cow Grif! That’s…insane! That’s literally TWICE my weight!” “Ha! Is that why you look so TINY, Rory?” “How big are those arms now?” I can’t help but ask as I salivate. His armpit cavity is so huge now that a dog could take refuge in them! …or a small roommate. “Dunno, Rory. Maybe you can help me measure them later, eh?” He winks and turns his attention to Oz. “What do you think Oz? 300 lbs of MUSCLE. I know it’s a size that you could NEVER get to, but don’t let that bother you, skinny buddy.” “You might want to watch your words, Grif.” Oz steps up to Grif with his own smirk. I also savor the look of Oz’s golden tanned granite muscles against his bright white wifebeater. I can tell he’s still putting on muscle too. Still not as big as Oz, but still maintaining his superior vascularity and lower body fat. It’s then I see why Oz is smirking. Oz and Grif are the same height! Oz looks big Grif right in the eyes. “It seems I’ve started growing taller again, so you better watch out, punk. You can have your ‘fluffy mass’. I’ve been having some intense growing pains this week too, so I’m think I’m prepping for a huge growth spurt.” “In your dreams, Oz.” Grif replies, not backing down at all. Chest to chest my roomies look like two gorillas ready to brawl. They are both so huge it’s hard to fathom. Between the two of them there is almost 600 lbs of man muscle for my eyes to feast on. And they are just so tall! I It seems so unfair that guys who are so tall have been able to pack on so much muscle. What happened to the idea that it’s harder for tall men to build muscle? These two monsters clearly invalidate that rule. Oz emphatically declares, “6 foot 5 now, just like you…but I hope a lot more soon.” “Ok meatheads, we’re already late. Put your sweaters on let’s get moving.” Oz’s sweater is a winter blue and grey and hugs his torso perfectly. You would think a big heavy sweaty would like his physique…but you’d be wrong. If anything it only enhances his v-taper and gives the viewer a tease of the rippling mass underneath by smoothing out his bulging muscles and separations. I wonder if he’s had the sweater altered to fit his comparatively tiny waist. Grif puts on his sweater and I let out raucous laugh, as does Oz. “Good god, Grif, you really are a douchebag sometimes, ya know!” Oz bellows between laughs. Grif just shrugs his shoulders and stands there smiling tall and proud in his thick red sweater…a sweater in which the sleeves have been removed leaving his gigantic arms exposed. “What?!” He says defensively. “If you got the goods, show ‘em off! I’m just giving the ladies easy access. So when I flex they can put their tiny hands on my arms and feel how awesome they are. Like this!” Grif flexes his right arm his side, reached over and grabs my hand and places it on his tremendous flexed biceps. Holy mother of god. I’ve been waiting to feel his arms forever. I’m at instant erection and thankful for the oversized sweater and jeans that hide my state. Grif arms feel like bowling ball that has been warmed in the summer sun. I must take up Grif’s offer to measure these. Are they 23” now? 24???” Grif’s rock solid flex easily resists my weak grip as I restrain myself from drooling. I gasp as invite myself to explore his biceps, fingering the split between the two heads in the peak. I slide my small hand sown the side toward his triceps… …and instantly let go and look into Grif’s devilish smirk. “See! If Rory likes it than the ladies will too! Let’s go bros!” 65 3 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ploder4 Posted May 13, 2021 Share Posted May 13, 2021 I like the dynamic between the two so far. Oz certainly knows where the limit to teasing is and doesn't seem to want to cross it, instead opting to encourage those who he dominates over. He truly is a real alpha. I think Grif would do the same if he was in Oz's position. I think their bond with Rory solidifies that. There are three dinensions to superiority so far. Two were default, height and size. Oz added the third which was cock size. I bet Grif adds a fourth which could be strength (of which Grif, might have the permanent advantage in this case?) Although I think Grif has lost the war against Oz permanently due to his smaller but growing cock size, he can't keep up. I do think that they will continue to trade off on muscle and height making it a stalemate, unless Oz pulls ahead with no ability for Grif to catch up which might happen due to Oz's respect and kindness for both Grif and Rory. If Grif has the same respect and kindness, I think Grif could gain the stalemate ending up bigger musclewise. Oz has the permanent cock advantage (as far as I see). I'm still rooting for Grif though. Lol 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Megahuge Posted May 13, 2021 Share Posted May 13, 2021 Another great chapter! Thanks! I am team Rory. I want his fantasies to come true with OZ and Grif. He deserves their attention and should have his way them. 4 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
racer11 Posted May 13, 2021 Share Posted May 13, 2021 Another amazing chapter! I love how they're bonding together now, Oz was surprisingly nice to his rival, I guess he doesn't expect to be passed by Grif down there, but we'll see. In the meanwhile I know exactly who is truly winning this, and that's Rory! 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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