Megahuge Posted April 13, 2021 Share Posted April 13, 2021 As always, thank you so much for a wonderful story and I can’t wait to read more chapters. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted April 13, 2021 Author Share Posted April 13, 2021 Appreciate all the nice words! And thanks to everyone who has taken the poll. ... I will clarify. Rory is not going to grow. Just want to set expectations. That's not the point of the story. Truthfully, that's honestly a little bit of a pet peeve of mine with some stories...when one character grows and grows and grows over time and then all of a sudden at the end the smaller guy catches up immediately. To me that makes the original characters' growth almost inconsequential. In a way it cancels out the original's growth, makes it feel null and void. Not judging anyone's preferences! But that's not me and you will mostly likely never see something like that in my stories. Just not for me! 17 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kymuscleboy Posted April 13, 2021 Share Posted April 13, 2021 Another awesome chapter! I was surprised by the outcome of the pushup contest. The way things had been going, I was sure Oz was going to take it, but that's what makes the story interesting. It was a further nice twist with Grif's growth spurt and added mass at the end of the chapter. However, I did notice that Oz basically hasn't been seen since the morning after the party, and if he wasn't already competitive enough before, losing the contest in front of a crowd probably has him super fired up. So, I can't wait to see what he looks like when we see him next and whether he adds height to overtake Grif again this next time or in the future. 7 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
racer11 Posted April 13, 2021 Share Posted April 13, 2021 3 hours ago, dredlifter said: Appreciate all the nice words! And thanks to everyone who has taken the poll. ... I will clarify. Rory is not going to grow. Just want to set expectations. That's not the point of the story. Truthfully, that's honestly a little bit of a pet peeve of mine with some stories...when one character grows and grows and grows over time and then all of a sudden at the end the smaller guy catches up immediately. To me that makes the original characters' growth almost inconsequential. In a way it cancels out the original's growth, makes it feel null and void. Not judging anyone's preferences! But that's not me and you will mostly likely never see something like that in my stories. Just not for me! I think that's fair, the competition is hot because it's tight between those two. I voted for Grif in the end, considering Oz was winning. I think it's really telling of your abilities that we all rooting for someone or the other, you're an excellent craftsman. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vaultbreaker Posted April 13, 2021 Share Posted April 13, 2021 8 hours ago, dredlifter said: I will clarify. Rory is not going to grow. Just want to set expectations. That's not the point of the story. Truthfully, that's honestly a little bit of a pet peeve of mine with some stories...when one character grows and grows and grows over time and then all of a sudden at the end the smaller guy catches up immediately. To me that makes the original characters' growth almost inconsequential. In a way it cancels out the original's growth, makes it feel null and void. You could always shrink Rory a little, to make the other two's growth even more impressive 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mario2007 Posted April 18, 2021 Share Posted April 18, 2021 Looking forward to the next installment... 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MuscleChestLove Posted April 23, 2021 Share Posted April 23, 2021 Really looking forward for the next installment 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post dredlifter Posted April 26, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 26, 2021 CHAPTER 7 I had begun to notice that my wandering eye at work, as well as in real life, frankly, had undergone a massive adjustment. Living with two behemoth muscle hunks had warped my perception of the average person and even the perception of guys I previously lusted for. For example, the fit guy in document control no longer had the impact he used to. His six foot tall swimmer’s body no longer made me swoon. His size just couldn’t hold a candle to Grif or Oz, who each had to outweigh him by at least 50 lbs. Even in the real world, it became clear just how superior Grif and Oz were to the average man. Being a small myself, my definition of big was previously any guy 6 ft tall and over 200 lbs. Now, guys who were that size would be dwarfed by my roommates. It was interesting indeed, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. After Grif’s reveal that he too was now 6’4 and even bigger at nearly 270 lbs of muscle it seemed as though his growth had been slowing down. Which makes sense, how could he possibly keep growing at that rate? Of course I also realized that Grif was nos getting so big that it would be hard to notice small changes. At 150 lbs, if my small body were to put on 10 lbs of muscle it would be noticeable…but on Grif, 10 lbs evenly distributed over his already pumped physique would be much less perceptible. A fact that made my mouth water. Midway through November, after a particularly rough day at work, I decided to head down for a drink at Oz’s bar. Being a Wednesday, Oz was inside bar tending. No need for his muscle at the front door as the midweek bar scene was very slow. Oz greets me as soon as I take a seat at the bar. “Rough day, huh? Here lemme get you beer, on the house for the best landlord around.” I couldn’t help but blush as I watched Oz’s rippling arm pour me a drink. Like Grif, at this point it was hard to tell if Oz were still growing too. He did have his bouncer boots on so he still appeared to be nearly 6’7 tall. But from my vantage point a foot below it was impossible to tell. From scanning his physique it didn’t look as if he’d put on much or any new mass since I last saw him as a hunky lumberjack. “Yeah. I can’t wait for Thanksgiving next week. A couple of days off are sorely needed. Oh by the way, I’ll be gone Wednesday evening through Saturday morning for family time. You got any plans?” “I’ll be home. Lots of big football games on Thanksgiving weekend. But after that the only college games left are conference championships.” “Ah, yeah and our team sucked this year.” “Yep, so after this weekend the craziness will end and you’ll be seeing more of me. And I know you can’t get enough of this tall sexiness,” he said with smoldering grin. I rolled my eyes causing him to laugh, but we both knew he was absolutely right. “Well, I have Grif to look at and he’s just as tall as you now,” I teased. “Whatever man. Don’t bullshit me.” “Oh that’s right! You haven’t seen Grif since Halloween. Grif is 6’4 now. That’s your height, right? And over 270 lbs now.” Oz looks at me stunned. I can tell he is disturbed at what he is hearing. “Are you serious? C’mon man, tell me the truth. I towered over him at Halloween.” “Well yeah, but you had your boots on too. But I’m not lying. He’s taller. And more muscular. I think he said the other day he benched 525 for three?” “Fuck me…,” Oz says under his breath. “Well, he can’t keep growing like that. He can’t.” I look at Oz and shrug. “Maybe. I don’t think he plans on slowing down though. He might pass you in height again. He’s already got you beat in muscle size.” Oz gives me a scowl. “Yeah but he’s not as ripped as me.” “Not yet, but I can tell he’s leaner too.” “Goddammit Rory, you’re not making me feel better.” I chuckle and again shrug my shoulders. I’m actually not lying to Oz at all, but I can tell our little conversation is lighting his competitive fire again. Perhaps Oz thought that he had permanently claimed his title of at least the tallest and most ripped man in our household. Perhaps he let up a bit on his training thinking he had won. “Well shit, Oz. Isn’t it enough that you are already 6’4 and 250-some pounds of beefcake? You both are giants compared to me. And not just me anymore, you are taller and bigger than like 98% of men out there. So what if Grif is bigger, you’re still huge. That’s gotta be enough right?” I asked innocently, knowing what his answer will be. Oz scrunches his face and furrows his brow, giving me an intense glare. “Fuck no, Rory. I need to be the superior man. In EVERY way. Fuck Grif.” - “Sheesh Grif, what’s the matter man? You look beat down.” Well, Grif looked as beat down as a thickly muscled jock stud could. Grif has just stumbled home late. It was now a couple of days before Thanksgiving. “Ugh. Yeah little buddy and it’s only gonna get worse between now and Christmas. All these clients have to balance their books before the new year, so we are swamped at the firm.” “Oh man that sucks.” I decide to cheer him up. “At least that button down shirt is still stretch tight. Damn Grif how did you even button that thing over those pecs?” With a wry smile Grif replies, “Ah, you say the sweetest things. Always know how to cheer me up. Thanks I needed that before my lift. Still gotta get to the gym. Maybe next week this shirt will be too small.” Grif looks down and playfully bounces his pecs, straining the buttons even further. My dick perks up, man I love the look of muscles in business clothes. “So you’re still growing, I take it?” “Fuck yeah! Up another 10 lbs. That’s 278 lbs lb of meat, little dude.” “Wow. Man, you are almost in the realm of being a 300-pounder, Grif. That would be TWICE as much as me. Holy cow you are enormous.” “You are really getting me pumped up to lift. 300 lbs?? You’re right Rory, I never even thought about that. But at the rate I’m growing that could actually happen! Shit, I would LOVE to be TWICE as big as you. I already dwarf you with my height and mass!” Grif then steps up to me, hands on his hips. “I’m already so much bigger than you, Rory, it’s incredible. You make me feel huge. Just another reason I like you so much, Boss.” I gulp, staring up at the hugely muscular jock-next-door grinning down at me. It’s hard to fathom how WIDE he is. His shoulders seem to stretch forever to my sides. I’ve watched so many bodybuilder videos in my days, and I’ve seen videos of guys close to Grif’s size. In person, 6’4 and 280 lbs looks so much bigger…and hotter…than I could ever have imagined. “Erm…thanks, big guy. I like you too. Just please use your power for good, not evil.” “Always! These muscles are for good only, especially when it comes to you, Boss!” Grif then playfully raises his arms up into a biceps flex. Suddenly, the fabric under his armpits tears loose. “Holy shit, Grif, your lat blew our your shirt! “Damnit! I keep forgetting I can’t move too fast in my work clothes. I’m just too BIG. HAHAHA I LOVE SAYING THAT! Oh well, time to move up ANOTHER size I suppose. Thanks Rory, after a tough day at work now I’m really amped to keep growing. Gym time here I come! Haha poor Oz, he’s gonna look like a toothpick next time I see him!” “You might. And the fact that you are as tall as him now.” “OH yeah I forgot about that. Maybe I’ve kept growing taller too! Oh man that would fucking ROCK to be taller than Oz again. It’s like that’s all that matters to him. ‘Ooo, at least I’m taller…never mind that my muscles are smaller’” Grif mocks Oz in a sing song voice. I chuckle, “A little jealous of Oz, were we?” “NEVER! I’m the better man. And now that I’m just as tall and bigger everywhere it just cements it. Can’t wait to see that loser again.” “Speaking of, you gonna be around for Thanksgiving?” “Naw, I’ll be leaving Thursday morning. Heading to my Grandparents for a long weekend. We always have a big family gathering. The grandparents have a huge house out in the country.” Grif looks down again approvingly of him huge body, “Wait till the fam gets a load of the new me. Haha I can’t wait to show my older brother who the true BIG BROTHER is now.” “You’ll gonna blow them away, for sure. Hopefully they’ll have an extra turkey just for you. Enjoy your break man. Oz will be in town. I’ll be back Saturday afternoon, you?” “I’ll leave Sunday morning, be back Sunday afternoon.” As Grif makes himself his preworkout shake I quickly excuse myself to the bathroom and turn on the ventilation fan, giving me sonic cover as I quietly moan and furiously jack off. The images of Grif’s muscles bursting out of this business clothes fresh in my head. - The Saturday after Thanksgiving I make it back home with both my suitcase and my belly stuffed. A full three days of gorging myself had no doubt expanded my waistline. Perhaps I should get Grif or Oz to train me to get some abs like them. Fuck…I really should ask them. After the exhausting five hour drive I decide to lay down and nap for the last hour of the afternoon. That evening Oz comes in wearing his black bar t-shirt, tight jeans and his bouncer boots. His head barely clears the doorframe as he enters. “Welcome back, buddy! How was your holiday?” his deep voice booms cheerily. “It was good, ate way too much food. My abs may now be gone forever.” “Well that’s the point of the Thanksgiving. I ate too much too, but…” Oz lifts his shirts and flexes his stupendous tan eight pack abs. “..thankfully my abs survived.” “Damnit Oz, I don’t think you could ever lose your abs. You’re making the rest of us feel fat.” ”Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful. No Grif?” “Naw he’ll be back tomorrow.” I smirk at Oz, “Don’t worry, you get to be the big man of the house at least for tonight.” Oz scrunches his face in annoyance. “You better watch yourself, little man. Haha. But seriously, fuck that. I still think you were lying to me about him being as tall as me now.” “I swear I’m not. And before he left I swear Grif said he’s closing in on 280 lbs. Isn’t that like 30 lbs more than you?” “Twenty five pounds. Don’t cheat me.” “Still, that’s quite a bit bigger than you, dude. Don’t worry, you are still hot though. At least you have better abs.” “I have LOTS of features that are better than Grif. And don’t you forget that!” Oz growls playfully as he descends the stairs to change into his lounging clothes. - Oz and I enjoy the night catching up with each other while enjoying some drinks. Oz only has a couple of beers. “Don’t want to lose my abs,” he says and he sips a microbrew Belgian. “You could probably drink a case of that a day and still have abs. Your metabolism is ridiculous,” I respond. Later in the evening Oz is in the kitchen doing meal prep. At one point he runs downstairs to use the bathroom. I go to the kitchen to make myself a drink and spot Oz’s laptop on the table. Listening intently I hear silence from downstairs so I can’t help but glance at his browser. The site on the screen has the recipe for what he’s making. Some sort of chicken/rice/broccoli combination with lost of different spices added for flavor. But, I happen to glace at the unopened tabs. One starts our “Meditation Methods for…” but is cutoff by the tab length. My pulse races as I move the cursor over and open the tab. The title of the page reads: Meditation Methods for Muscle Growth.” The page appears to be an extensive forum post on some new age health website. Knowing I don’t have much time, I quickly scan the post. It’s several paragraphs long and appears to go into methods to clear your mind and focus on connecting intimately with your own body and imagining your body growing. I then scroll to the follow up posts below. Several people offer up positive testimonials on how they were able to break through plateaus with their training. Many give rave reviews of the original posters methods. Down further, one even younger man claims he was able to spur on his height growth as well! Suddenly I hear the faint sound of rushing water, Oz has finished and must be washing his hands. With a panic I quickly mouse over and click on the original tab. A few seconds later Oz comes stomping back up the stairs. I head back to the living room realizing that Oz wants more. - “Where the fuck are U guys,” the test message from Grif reads on my phone. Oz and I are at a hardware store, picking up some items for the house the follow Sunday afternoon. “Where the fuck are YOU?” I respond. “Thought you’d be back around noon.” “Left later than I wanted. No worries. Need to run out and get some things too. See ya later.” “Is that Grif?” Oz asks. I nod and marvel as his triceps flare as pushes the cart full of tools. I catch several ladies…and more than few guys tossing glances in his direction, understandably so. One young muscular man working in the lumber section even stops Oz to chat workouts for a few minutes. “You have quite the fan club. Does that happen a lot?” I ask. “All the time. Guys constantly stop me to ask about my lifts. It sucks.” I roll my eyes, “Oh yeah, I’m sure you hate being reminded how obviously buff you are.” Oz gives me that killer grin and I Inwardly swoon. “Yeah that was Grif. He’s back home, was wondering where we were. He’s gonna go shopping too. Probably restock his food I’d guess.” “That’s cool, can we run to the mall too? I need some new jeans.” “Sure thing.” Forty-five minutes later we are walking through the mall to Oz’s preferred clothing store. My much shorter legs have to move much quicker to keep up with Oz’s tall gait. I still can’t believe I have two roommates who are 6’4. They make my already short 5’7 feel absolutely minuscule. Even though I have the two hottest roommates imaginable, I still can’t help but let my eyes wander. I let my eyes gaze upon several good looking men. Many young. A few older but still studly dad-types. In the past I have always enjoyed walking past the supplement stores as their customers as well as staff usually offer some nice muscular eye-candy. I looked into Supplement Shack hoping to see some nice arms but a woman is working today. We walk by a shoe store and my eyes are immediately drawing to a big fella. Woof! He’s huge, easily as big as Oz. Wait, he looks familiar! “Rory! Ozzy! Sup bros!” The blonde man I’m eyeballing suddenly waves and shouts to us. It’s of course Grif. Oz spots him too. I hear a faint “Holy shit…” mumble from Oz’s mouth as he gets a good look at his rival…a rival that is much bigger than he remembers. We enter the store and see Oz seated on a bench with his feet in socks. “Funny running into you guys here! I’m just picking up some new kicks.” I see Grif smirk directly at Oz. “Yup, these big manly feet of mine just keep GROWING. Makes sense though.” Grif flexes one arm playfully, “I’m sure you can see that I’ve packed on even more muscle. Hell this arm has gotta be at least 21” now! Maybe more! But did Oz tell you I grew TALLER too!” Oz shifts on his feet, actually looking nervous. It’s not something I’ve seen. Grif sees it too. He slowly rises from his bench, rising up and UP. Slowly ascending to meet Oz’s gaze directly. “See dude! Same height as you! A tall motherfucker, huh. Except I got like 30 more pounds on you, little guy! HAHA! You’re still decently in-shape, Oz. But damn, looking at your delts compared to mine, I’ve definitely got you beat in the muscle department.” “Erm…yeah. I suppose. I’m more ripped though,” Oz grumbled. “Are you though?!” Grif smiles and quickly lifts his shirt…revealing his own eight pack abs! Holy shit, he has gotten a lot leaner. That 30 lbs he’s put on has to have been all muscle. Oz might still have crazier abs, but Grif’s are not far behind at all! I look over and see a thin teenage boy approaching us with a big box. “Here are the size 15s you asked for,” he says as he hands the box to Grif. The small guy takes a look at Oz next to him. “Geez, there are TWO of you huge guys?” Grif laughs and throws one arm around Oz and pulls him into a side hug. Oz is clearly not amused at how easily Grif is manhandling him. “Yep, this is my roommate, Osbourne. And the little guy too. Osbourne here, he’s kinda big, but not as big as ME! Tell you what Oz, you could probably have my current shoes as hand-me-downs. They’re fourteens so they might still be a little BIG for you though. You still wearin’ those little 13s?” Grif says as he points down at Oz’s sneakers. “Yeah.” Oz glares as he steps away from Grif and crosses his arms over his meaty chest. Grif then looks down at the new box of shoes. Then again to his own feet…which are only in socks His face brightens up as a realization hits him. “Oh shit, you know what I just realized, Rory?” “What’s that, Oz?” I ask Grif again steps right up to Oz. I now see it too and my heart races. “Check it out, Oz and I are the same height right now…except Oz is in SHOES! And I’m just in socks! And I know that big shoes like these add around an inch to and inch and a half. So that means I’m about and INCH TALLER THAN OZ! HAHAHA I REALLY AM THE BIGGER MAN! YESS!” Oz says nothing, I can tell he’s trying to contain a look of worry, of panic. Grif sits back back down and quickly takes the new, bright white Nike shoes out of the box. As he slides one on he’s asks the worker, “What the biggest size you guys stock? These feet are pretty damn big aren’t they, Billy?” “Yes sir. We have some 16s. Not many though. Just not a lot of demand for feet that big. After that we would have to special order. You said you are taller, are you really still growing?” “Oh yeah! If I keep growing these huge feet might outgrow your little store.” “Wow, that’s incredible! You are only like the third person I know of who was asked for size 16s. I’m 17 but I haven’t grown for a couple of years. Still just 5’10. “Don’t give up hope, Billy! Work hard, be healthy and lift big, and you might start growing again. Just check out how BIG I am now!” Grif stands up slowly once again, towering over Billy with a big smile. “These shoes feel great!” Billy is thin, even naturally thinner than me though he might weight as much as me due to him being couple of inches taller. However, next to Grif he looks like a toothpic! Grif has to be nearly twice as wide from the front. I compare them from the sides, Grif’s huge pecs and thick arms easily make him twice as thick from front-to-back. Billy gazes up at Grif in awe of the towering bodybuilder. “Wow, I’ve never seen such a huge bodybuilder before. I see some big guys go into the Supplement Shack across the walkway, but none nearly as tall as you.” “Thanks dude! Now excuse me, I gotta check something. Hey! Maybe you can help, ,Billy” Grif saunters over to Oz. Now with his shoes on Grif and Oz are on more equal footing. “Let’s go back to back, Oz! Hey Billy, you tell us who’s taller. Sorry Rory, I don’t think you are tall enough to compare the tops of our heads.” I’m hurt, but I know it’s true. My roommates are getting so much taller than me now that I would need a stepstool to accurate compare the tops of their heads. I gasp and Grif pushes himself up against Oz’s back, who just stands there with his arms crossed and rolling his eyes. Grif smiles with delight. “C’mon stand up straight, buddy! Ok Billy, who’s taller?” Billy reaches up and levels his hands at the tops of their hands. Even at 5’10 he is barely tall enough to complete the task. I see him raise up on his toes to assist. He levels off his hand at Grif’s head…and Oz’s is clearly below. “You are taller, Grif. By at least an inch, maybe more.” “HELL YEAH! I MIGHT BE ONE OF THE BIGGEST MEN IN THIS CITY! Six foot five and 286 lbs of MUSCLE MASS” Grif raises both arms and flexes a titanic double biceps. The sleeves of his huge with t-shirt pull tight across the big mounds. Grif saunters over to me and smiles down…WAY down at me from over his pecs. “What do you think, Rory? I ate so much this weekend that I think my body absorbed all that Thanksgiving food and turned it into pure mass. I’ve never felt so HUGE. You look smaller than ever compared to me.” “You are…just magnificent, Grif. You are growing so…so FAST. It’s incredible. You’re muscles look so huge and pumped. I’d bet your arms are easily 22”. And you’re…so TALL. Seriously you are like in freakishly tall territory now. 6’4 has always been tall, but so few guys actually make it to 6’5. And especially not while looking like a national level bodybuilder! And you are closer than ever to 300 lbs! THREE HUNDRED! Most guys who are 300 lbs are fatasses…clearly not you!” “ NOPE! No fat here. Just BIG. HARD. MUSCLE! You hear that Oz. You’re tall but not ‘freakishly tall’ like me, as Rory says. Sorry buddy, haha.” Grif is glowing as I praise him. He turns back to Billy. “Billy, I’ll take these shoes. They’re a little snug but I can stretch them out.” “Sure thing. Oh em…could I ask a question?” “Sure thing. What’s up?” “Can…can I feel your arm?” “Is that it? Of course! Here, give this CANNON a squeeze!” Grif flexes his left arm for Billy who eagerly reaches out and uses both of his bony hands to feel the melon sized muscle. “Wow! I know they say muscles are hard, but I never imagined they would be THIS solid. It’s like steel! Thank you Grif. You’re motivating me to start lifting.” “Thanks dude! I recommend it. BIGGER IS BETTER, right Oz!” Grif reaches over and slaps Oz’s back but Oz gives him barely a reaction. Oz and Billy head over the register. Oz practically grabs my shoulder and pulls me out of the store. “Let’s go,” he says sternly. “See ya at home Grif!” I should as we leave. - That evening Grif continues to taunt and lord his new size over Oz…and me. Though secretly, or I suppose not so secretly, over me too. At one point Grif stops me. ”Did you want to feel my arm too, Rory? You looked kinda jealous at Billy in the shoe store. Here give my arm a squeeze.” I hesitate but Grif insists. “C’mon dude, I know you like muscles. If you think my arms are good then I know I’m doing something right.” Grif pulls his sleeve up and flexes a boner-inducing mass of muscle that has me drooling. I reach out and let my finger attempt to dent the flesh. Billy was right, the flexed muscle feels like warm steel. My small hands barely cover any portion of the titanic mound. “Holy shit, Grif. Your arms are incredible! I would need three of my hands to fully wrap around your arm.” I squeeze with all my pathetic might but none of my digit are able to press even a millimeter into his biceps. “And you got that split peak. My god.” “Haha, I’m not a ‘god’… ….YET!” Grif pulls away. “Since you liked that so much maybe next time I’ll let you feel my pecs!” Grif winks and thuds away. I look down and see I am clearly tenting my shorts. - That evening I’m finishing up my vacation laundry. Unless I want to go to work in just my briefs I need to get my pants washed. I’m in the utility room in the basement and hear Oz and Grif continuing the bicker. I peek down the hall from the laundry room and see the two studs in just their underwear. Grif has a towel over his shoulder, he must be getting ready to take a shower. I lick my lips as I take in their physiques, both incredibly built in different but enticing ways. Oz looks like a slightly overbuilt, Greek statue, except with a dark tan. The light fuzz on his legs, arms and chest only accentuates his masculinity. His legs burst out of his designer black briefs and his abs rise from them as a tight column of abdominal power. Grif’s body, conversely, its brighter with a lighter but still golden hue. His muscles look permanently pumped, as if someone stuck an air hose in each one. At rest, his huge muscles are smoother looking compared to Oz, but I know from experience when he flexes the veins erupt. He looks like a walking, breathing tank of a human. I also take in their breathtaking height. Since their rooms are in the basement, the ceilings down here are lower. I look up and see the ceiling that still seems to be so far away, yet looking down the hair both Grif and Oz’s heads are rapidly approaching it. Fuck, might they outgrow my basement? I’m brought out of my silent worship by their arguing. Oz’s voice stirs me first. “You know, Grif, you keep taunting me with that fact that you’re ‘bigger all over’. You know what, though... I’m calling BULLSHIT.” Grif’s wry grin doesn’t falter though. “Ah c’mon little Oz, don’t be a sore sport. My muscles are bigger. I’m taller. I’m stronger. I’m bigger all over. The better man! No need to get testy about it.” But now it’s Oz turn. His lowers his eyes and I see a smirk creep into the sides of his cheek. “You may have those things on me…for now. But we BOTH know who is the bigger man in ONE certain aspect. Maybe we should settle that score to to be sure.” Grif rolls his eyes and shakes his head, attempting to protest, “Dude, you know what I mean when I said-” Oz interupts him. “No no. I’ve heard you all day. ‘Bigger all over’, you’ve repeatedly stated. But there is one part of manliness that I bet I still fucking DWARF you, and know it.” Suddenly Oz reaches down and YANK down his boxer briefs. I gasp as I view the large salami that dangles between his meaty, defined quads. Grif scoffs, “Ugh, c’mon dude. No one wants to see that.” Oz stands there with a proud smirk, naked as a jacked-as-hell, hung jaybird. His soft meaty cock looks like it hangs longer than mine when fully erect. It’s gotta be hanging close to 6 inches. And I can tell it’s already thicker than my boner too. I’m emasculated but so, so turned on. “WELL?!? Drop your drawers ‘big man’” Oz taunts. “Or is your willy so small that you’re embarrassed.” That does the trick and Grif sneers and drops his own shorts. His cock is just as attractive as Oz’s…and it’s big too. But obviously smaller. I surmise he hangs a very respectable four or four and half. Oz pounces. “THAT’S IT? HAHAHA and you kept calling yourself big man? Fuck, I think my dick was bigger in 6th grade! In fact, I think all that muscle surrounding it makes it look even SMALLER! To bad you don’t have THIS monster!” Oz sways his hips and his lock cut cock sways back and forth, smacking loudly into his ripped thighs. “Fuck you, Oz! My dick isn’t small. It’s solidly above average.” Oz lays it on, “Ahhh that’s adorable, Griffy! Good for you.” “So you got ONE things on me, big fucking deal.” “Yeah, but it’s a REALLY BIG FUCKING THING, isn’t it. I hope for your sake that it gets bigger when you’re hard, otherwise that’s kinda pathetic.” “It’s gets bigger, fuck off!” Grif yells. “OH YEAH?” Oz sneers back… He pauses for affect, a proud look on his face. “Wanna prove it?” Grif scrunches his face, offended. “What?! You want me to get hard? Hell no.” “C’mon, let’s see how BIG of a man you really are.” Then, Oz slowly turns his head and looks directly at me, starting 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. 57 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted April 26, 2021 Share Posted April 26, 2021 I am sorry to spoil here, but des we do want to see. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vaultbreaker Posted April 26, 2021 Share Posted April 26, 2021 Wow. This is going to be so hot! With Grif now being slightly taller, pushing Oz to show off his OTHER asset - and do those muscle and height increasing yoga exercises to try to outgrow Grif again - we're bound for a clash of raw, undressed meat, haha 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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