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These are not easy times for a lot of us and we'd all love to have a rich Arab Prince in our lives. We can wait longer, so take all the time you need. Good luck

@GaryD I can't thank you enough for these images, honestly, they're like reigniting my passion for this all over again. So much of what you posted is how I pictured it, classically, beautifully handsome, a proper Sheikh look to him, and of course he has the resource to just keep going and going. The kind of guy who looks like he just breathes money and is insanely, obscenely powerful and rich. I am honestly sorry to everyone who's read this so far and wants more. There is more in me, I know where I want to take this story next, but frankly this last 18 months or so in my personal life has been an absolute shitshow, my ex-husband filed for divorce, and frankly two or three months would go by without me remembering this site, let alone the story I started, even existed. It also coincided with a change in job, moving house, and a number of other things and tbh, everything's been a total mess for me. BUT, now I have remembered this exists and I remember where I want to take the story next, I can do something with it. I still have a set plan for the next chapter or two, beyond that, I'd have to see where the mood takes me. I also wouldn't want to over-write this to the point the chapters get tedious, it needs to have a good defined end or a nice wrap up. I think, as well, this is such a deep fantasy and one I've had for so, so many years that in many ways it's almost weird for me to type it up, if that makes sense? I'm so used to thinking about the obscenely huge disgustingly wealthy sheikh/prince that typing it out is almost weird to me. Also as a point, to a few replies I saw, it's highly unlikely the character meeting him is going to grow. It's just not what I'm into. He may a bit? Maybe? But frankly I have always been massively into the idea of being with the monster/freak of nature/impossibly massive bull hulk, than the one growing myself. Sorry, I know that's a big switch off to many people, but it is just how this fetish/lifestyle works for me. I'm going to try and get some time set aside to get another chapter done. Candidly, I also struggle writing these because I get so worked up writing them I have to do only 2-3 paragraphs at once before shooting my load, then waiting for it to build up again. Chapter 2 was mostly done in a couple of afternoons but I was absolutely worn out by the end and you have literally no idea how many tissues I went through, it felt like I was going to clog the local sewage system.

Oh Ben its about to feel what strenght is like. He will fell what Sam felt when he was teh dominant one.

Hi guys, Found this vid on mymusclevideo https://mymusclevideo.com/136639/huge-joe-palacios-and-beefy-brett-sanchez-get-swole-and-pose/ The second I got to 1m 30s of this vid. My imagination immediately went to the thought of these 2 musclebulls getting into a power muscle/wrestling match! Even the the one massive bloke is "smaller" he managed to put up a decent match. But once they got into a mutual bearhug it was slowly but surely over for him. Make no mistake they were locked in this MASSIVE power struggle. But in the end the BIGGER / STRONGER MuscleBEAST must prevail! Could you bloody imagine the staggering amount of strength exerted by 2 MuscleBEASTS this size locked in a bearhug?!! Has had me hard & dripping since I saw it!! Let me know what you all think!! Cheers, Tristan

So happy I found this one again. What an awesome chapter

... just like you destroyed our relationship! ====================================================== I feel some angry sex is about to happen. Did I mention I love superhuman, no holds barred, building destroying sex? lol

@Weyst AHHHH, thank you!

Awww, shucks! You're gonna make me all bashful and stuff. I just wanna highlight my favorite things about your great stories. (Had to look up, what "OTT" meant and it fits Cody to a T!)

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Another really hot chapter bring on the next. Always love your freaks

I remember those 3 (but don't remember the chronology :D)

I’m glad you're enjoying it, Joe. Maybe Archie needs to write a sequel where Mr Skreet gets a job teaching at Muscle University.

Thank you, dred! I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Meta and fun was exactly what I was going for.

Bless you, mate. I think Deano would probably roll his eyes and groan at everything Cody does but maybe secretly enjoy the story anyway?

Who knows, mate? Maybe some awesome forum member who always gives me the loveliest and most enthusiastic feedback?! Self-confidence? You could say that. I was more going for OTT brat-ish cockiness!

Thanks, Dennis! I’m glad you’re still enjoying it. I had loads of fun writing this one. With Cody, I wanted to sort of create the ultimate teen muscle God. I had loads of ideas of where I could take it but hopefully you’ll like the direction I’ve gone in.

Hot af chapter

Sorry for the delay. Here is Chapter Seven. Enjoy. Chapter Seven The garage was large, old and had a number of vehicles in various states of repair. Sam was propped on a thick metal platform that positioned him in a near-vertical angle. Around his massive body, thick industrial chains were wrapped tightly, each one attached the fender of a nearby vehicle. If each vehicle began to move, the chains would tighten and crush Sam. “NO! OPEN YOUR EYES! LOOK AT ME!” Screamed Ben. Sam slowly opened his eyes. The sight of Ben’s body was like nothing Sam had ever witnessed, except for what he saw in the mirror but even that was in question seeing Ben’s current level of development. Sam couldn’t estimate how much staggering mass Ben’s had piled on his 5’10” body in the last six months. “Trying to figure it out? How this is even possible?” Ben said as if sensing Sam’s thoughts. “I’m more chemical than human at this point. I have to eat most meals in liquid form due their absurd quantities and it’s not uncommon for me to be in the gym for 12 hours at a time. I know what you are thinking, how is that sustainable? It shouldn’t be Sam but here I am, proof that what you think is extreme is NOTHING compared to what I am capable of.” Ben was only wearing a pair of briefs that barely covered his bulging crotch. The rest of his exposed body seemed to glow in the dim, garage lights. His smooth skin was perfectly tanned and he had let his hair grow, framing his face perfectly. The effects of the steroids had only enhanced his good looks, making him look like an AI generated action figure. Ben’s face was the only thing that resembled the person Sam remembered. Thick, throbbing cords of muscle, veins and tendons encased Ben’s head. His mountainous traps were stopped by shoulders so huge they looked to be triple the size of Ben’s head, making it look comically small. From the shoulders, arms that were nothing but a collection of writhing, vein-covered monstrosities, were elevated near ninety degrees from his body because of his sun-eclipsing lats. Ben’s chin permanently rested on top of his pecs that defied all logic. Each massive slab protruded so far the separation between each muscle group created a foot-deep crevasse. Astoundingly, Ben’s stomach was a shocking display of always-flexed wall of brick-sized abdominals whose relatively small size betrayed logic having to support so much mass above. The dramatic taper between his shoulders and waist was made more extreme by the inhuman quads that literally exploded from below. Ben’s feet were forced into a wide stance to accommodate the bull-sized slabs of meat that ballooned in every direction. While maintaining human-sized joints, Ben’s calved ballooned again into two gigantic, quivering masses of muscle that would rival the entire body of an elite athlete. “I never wanted to be like this but the more I grew, the more I needed. When someone would tell me how big you were getting, I would get bigger. You became the baseline I was determined to surpass. And now, being like this, I can’t imagine ever not wanting to keep growing. The power coursing through my veins is more intoxicating than I ever imagined it could be.” Not that he needed a demonstration, Ben turned, giving Sam a view of his outrageously developed back side. From neck to heel, he was a pulsing mass of granite-hard muscle. Each muscle group didn’t just flow into the other, they appeared to be fighting for space. Ben bent down and gripped the back bumper of the nearest car and stood up, showing no visible effort. Sam felt bile in his throat as Ben’s seemingly flexed back suddenly erupted, proving it had been relaxed. Ben adjusted his grip and pressed the car higher, until his arms were fully extended. Still not displaying the slightly strain, Ben walked forward, towards the centre of car. He repositioned his hands wide and with a small squat, maneuvered the vehicle so all four wheels left the ground, supporting it on his shoulders. As he stood back up, he pivoted to face Sam. With the first grimace of effort, Ben slowly pressed the whole car like he was shoulder-pressing a 20lb dumbbell. “THIS DOESN’T EVEN FEEL LIKE A WORKOUT!” He yelled as he let the car crash onto its side between himself and Sam. The sound of tearing metal echoed throughout the garage as Ben’s hands emerged between a growing whole in the car’s roof. Ben bent the thick metal like he was folding a blanket. Like Jack Nicholson in The Shining, Ben’s face appeared in the widening gap. With his bare hands, Ben tore the car in two, stepping through and standing only a few feet away from Sam. “It must killing you so I’ll tell you just how big I am at the moment.” Ben said as he slowly started to flex, the movement was so subtle Sam almost didn’t see it at first.“I turned 20 a month ago and at 5’10”, I currently weigh 427lbs. Up from an embarrassing 197lb at the bodybuilding contest. Fucking pathetic. 427lbs SAM! LOOK AT ME!” Ben yelled and gave up on the dramatic slow flex, straining his entire body to flex as big as he could. Sam could almost hear the muscles tense as Ben’s entire body transformed into a solid, vein-covered wall of muscle. “HAVE YOU EVER SEE ANYONE THIS HUGE, THIS FREAKY!” He screamed, the effort of the titanic flex evident in his voice. The longer he held the pose, the more veins appeared, his skin beaded with drops of sweat. Sam could only stare in awe. Never in his life had witnessed so much muscle up close. As if Ben’s staggering weight gain wasn’t enough, he some how managed to retain a certain level of symmetry. “427lbs of freaky, ripped mass.” Ben repeated while still holding the pose. His arms had been raised higher by his inflated lats and his feet were pressed further apart by the sheer size of his quads. “My neck is 21”, these arms are 31” and my forearms are 24”, my waist is only 34” and can you see these quads? They are 41”. I know you always had a thing for my calves and now they are 24” of pure meat!” Ben said as he finally relaxed the pose but instead of resting, he stepped closer and transitioned into a most muscular pose. His pumped body inflated once again, ballooning in every direction, so close to Sam’s eyes, he feared he would be crushed by all the muscle. Ben’s body shock as it continued to swell larger. “LOOK AT THIS FREAK!” He yelled, spraying Sam with saliva. Ben seemed lost in his own mass and the exhilarating pump. At first he didn’t notice Sam’s chuckle. When it rose to a full laugh, Ben looked at Sam with confusion. He relaxed the pose and stared at Sam who was now laughing hysterically. “What the fuck is so funny Sam?” Sam stopped laughing so Ben knew it was just for show. “Poor Ben.” Ben stepped closer so his giant pecs pressed against Sam’s face. “WHAT!” “I’m still bigger.” Sam said causing Ben to step back with a look of shock on his face. The heavy chains wrapped around Sam started to rattle. At first, Ben was unsure what was happening but suddenly he realized that Sam was trying to flex. Most of his body was obscured by the chains but as he flexed, they wrapped themselves tighter, sliding against each other causing a high-pitched whining sound. Ben tired to regain his composure. “You’re not get out of those chains. Besides, they are attached to four fucking cars you idiot.” Sam just stared at Ben with a look of determination that caused Ben’s confidence to evaporate. The rubbing of the chained stopped when they no longer had anywhere to move. Sam was still wrapped tightly but a vibrating sound could be heard from where he was confined. Ben didn’t wait to see what was about to happen. Ben bellowed to someone outside in the room. The back door was thrown open and a group of six men rushed in. They were Ben’s harem of admirers. “GET IN THE CARS!” Ben screamed. Four men rushed to each of the cars but before they reached them, Sam started to emit a low, frightening growl. The chains vibrated loudly and Sam’s face turned scarlet red. The entire group stopped dead in the their tracks as the sound of screeching metal filled the garage. Like watching a play dough machine, the once indestructible chains began to shatter around Sam’s body. “HURRY!” Ben yelled. The four cars roared to life. The drivers started to move each vehicle in opposite directions. The chains rose from the ground and became taut. Ben looked in Sam’s direction and the sight filled him with terror. As the broken chains fell away, Sam held two. He was still wearing his oversized clothes but the inhuman effort his body was exerting made them stretch across his hulking body. With his arms extended, he gripped the chains and stepped away from the metal platform he was no longer tied to. Two of the cars stopped as they were no longer holding Sam in place. The other two now being held by Sam, continued to rev their engines. Sam was roaring like a wild animal as he slowly raised his arms, stopping the cars from advancing forward. The once loose-fitting fabric that covered most of his arms tore away as they flexed past their former gargantuan size. The tires of the two cars started to screech as they tired in vain to move forward. Sam raised his head as high as his non-existent neck would allow and slowly repositioned his hands like he was about to perform chest flys with cables at the gym. His arms transformed into two writhing columns of pure muscle. As his shoulders and chest started to engage, the cars started to move in reverse, even with their engines pulling in the opposite direction. The onlookers, Ben among them, watched as Sam’s whole body inflated. His clothes fell away as each inhuman muscle groups swelled so large, the sounds of muscles slapping against each other filled the garage. “UUURRRGGGHHH!” Sam bellowed, refusing to let the two cars stop him. Sam’s chin and jaw disappeared as his pecs grew into two, striated mounds of pulsing muscle. His shoulders pressed against his ears and his arms continued to flex, more definition and veins creeping to the surface. To the shock of the crowd, Sam managed to force his fists together, a feat of pure power no one present had even experienced. “FFFRRREEEAAAKKK!” Sam screamed before letting go of the chains, sending the cars speeding forward and slamming into the opposite walls of the garage. Sam pulled the remaining remnants of his clothes off his body. He was breathing heavily and sweat puddled on the ground around him. He could barely turn his head to survey the room, his traps were so pumped, they touched his ears. Even he had never felt this pumped and massive. His eyes locked onto Ben who had not moved. “427lbs IS NOTHING! I’m 479lbs AND I’M GOING TO DESTROY YOU!” Sam said as he advanced towards Ben.

Part 6 I ran to the printer to see the routine. Apparently some adjustments were made but they were very minor according to the disclaimer but it didn’t say what those were. Go figure. The meals have been replaced for me and the workout plan will be in place for 6 weeks. I needed to go to the stat room as well before starting this workout. I started looking through it and instantly recognized what The Corporation wanted for me. They wanted me to have a big chest too which was great. It appeared my groin agreed too, the workout read as followed. Day 1 Heavy Chest Only, Day 2 Legs, Day 3 Arms/Back, Day 4 Heavy Chest Only, Day 5 Rest, Day 6 Light Chest Only, Day 7 Rest, Repeat. The first thing that came to my mind was my chest will be fucking huge after this but then slightly thought about overtraining but these people at The Corporation knew what they were doing so I didn’t worry about it. I put on my workout gear as I still wasn’t comfortable enough yet to just walk around shirtless or even naked like Jason but I have a feeling after the first 6 weeks shirtless might be the way to go. I walked into the stat room to step on the scale. Everything increased by .5 with the exception of height, that remained unchanged and my penis. But I didn’t care I knew today was the start of something BIG. Jason walked into the kitchen and it was at that moment that I really noticed how big he had grown while I was in my daze. It apparently wasn’t his day to get measured but he easily had to be over 315lbs at the sight of him all I said was SHIT! But covered my mouth too late. Jason said yeah I know and bounced his pecs they were too big now to be referred to as a chest. When Jason sat at the table, I couldn’t help but notice and envy the fact that his pecs were damn near resting on the tabletop. His fat nipples were touching the table, but that was only because the table was cold which caused them to stiffen. He began to chug down his drink and asked if my routine got switched up. I said yep gleefully about to get going after this. Jason said cool and informed me that he gets to go out today to show off at the gym. I thought to myself that you really do have to get permission to go out. Which in normal instances would be a problem but to be able to do all of this and get huge as fuck why would I want to go out anyway but hey why not right. Jason knew he had to put something decent on which would have been a tank top and shorts. The shorts were easy enough but he asked if I could help dress him real quick if I had time. I looked at my routine and saw I had about 30 minutes before I had to start working out so I agreed but said I would have to do it now. Jason didn’t have to be told twice, he got up from the table in his full naked glory and motioned for me to follow him to his room. I didn’t really notice because I haven’t really followed him much after our initial encounter but Jason is pretty wide. Almost as wide as the hallway. His ass is high, tight, and looked to be constantly bouncing and flexing as he walked. Soon he may have to walk sideways to get down the hallway which would be amazing to see. As we made it closer to his room, all this time that I have been here I must admit I’ve never been in his room but walking into it to help him get dressed the scent of him was very overpowering similar to his physique and I’m ok with that. We arrived in his room and it was similar to mine with furnishings but had the strong smell of musk, cum, and testosterone which instantly gave me a boner. Jason told me where to find the tank top since he would have a difficult time seeing it and maneuvering it with his large and growing pecs. I looked at the time and saw I had a good 20 minutes to go so we had time which I wanted to feel, rub, and worship those massive mounds of muscle but I could probably get off on doing that while helping him with this tank top. The arms were interesting because he had to angle his arms just right so that I could at least start to get it on. That was the easy part, the struggles began immediately after. I had to try and pull down the tank around his lats, walking around from side to side trying to pull down the tank top was a chore but an enjoyable one. Smelling his pits and really touching everything was extremely arousing. Everything was big, dense, and just felt powerful but I had a mission and got him dressed fully with about 5 minutes to spare. Jason’s pecs were bulging over the sides of the tank top with a bit of a nip slip there too. It really made him look even bigger than he was. He knew I had run and thanked me by flicking my little nipple on my chest and said soon you may have pecs like me. I said thanks and started to head back to the private gym. As I was leaving Jason's room what I saw stuck in my head and I heard him say wait until those bastards see me now. Hell I still thinking about how big, sexy, and powerful Jason looked to put extra emphasis on my workout.

That sex scene was insanely hot and well written, so fucking hot

Looks like he left the group. I wouldn't hold out hope since he's now "Guest."

Any updates?

Hot!

CHAPTER III Timmy makes a dinner date to meet with his best friend, Pete, and then bids a goodbye with a kiss each to Biff and his mom, leaving them still engaged in a very active conversation. Pete and Timmy meet at one of these trendy over-priced places that think if they have recorded music in the background, heard over the din of the patrons’ loud talking, then it’s even more trendy. And the louder the music, the louder the people then must talk. Timmy tells Pete that things are going very well with him and Biff and fills him in on the mother’s visit earlier in the day as well. His friend tells him that he is amazed at the relationship that Timmy is now in. He knows that Timmy hadn’t dated a lot, but when he did, they were always good-looking guys with muscle. But now having a lover who is a famous Mr. Olympia? And handsome and a really nice guy to boot, OMG! He’s met Biff several times and is genuinely happy for Timmy for snagging this real catch. Pete is in his mid-thirties, and, unlike Timmy, has always had a never-ending stream of dates. It never ceased to amaze Timmy how he could do that, year after year, never turning any of them into long-term relationships. He did have a couple of boyfriends in the past two decades, but none that really lasted for more than maybe two months. Pete would see an attractive guy in the gym or even on the street and start talking to him. Timmy kidded him that Pete had perfected the ten second pick up at Georgie’s Alibi, a popular South Florida bar. “It’s pretty crowded and noisy in here,” he’d say to a cute total stranger. “Let’s go for a walk and have a little chat.” And then he’d invite the guy for a drink at his place. And voila. Timmy was impressed at his success, even knowing his unique attraction – a combination of a great sense of humor, smart, and with a gym-trained body. He was not a bodybuilder by any means, but his broad shoulders and thick solid arms were definitely a major draw. Anecdotally, it seemed to Timmy, that men remaining single into middle age was much more common in the gay community than the straight. Was it that western culture had over many millennia demanded men to marry and have kids at an early age, and certainly two guys being together as a couple was never approved of, indeed was illegal? Marriage in the US nationally wasn’t legalized until 2015. Sure, it was common for gay men and Lesbians to have long-lasting same-gender relationships for many decades already, but the old traditions have, to a certain extent, been instilled in our heads. Suddenly, Timmy’s thoughts were interrupted by the handsome waiter coming to the table. “Are you ready to order now, gentlemen?” The entrance into his view of the waiter obviously perked up Pete. Timmy saw this and knew right away what would very soon follow. Without a second’s pause, Pete had an immediate question for the waiter. “Would you recommend the steak tartare? And, cutie-pie, can you tell me if the description of it on the menu is as disgusting as it sounds?” With a chuckle, the waiter of course caught on right away that this was flirting, and not a truly serious question. And he wasn’t averse to maybe getting to know Pete as well. With a handsome smile, he played along. “Gym bunny, if you like beef, why not have a burger and fries. It comes with lettuce, tomato, onions, and a ketchup bottle. If not, we have really big frankfurters, served with beans, sauerkraut and a mustard bottle.” The waiter was obviously flirting back with Pete now, especially with the way he said, “really big frankfurters” and the way his eyes were devouring Pete.” Timmy ordered the salmon salad. Pete went for the ‘really big frankfurter’, maybe only so that he could accentuate the description of the order back to the handsome waiter. The friends non-stop chatted for a good hour while having their dinner. When the talk got too serious when they got into politics, with both the “don’t say gay” issues in Florida, as well as some frightening national ones, they made a change in topic. Soon there were lots of laughs again when Pete began describing his recent dating experiences. Then, when Timmy mentioned that they would probably soon be traveling out to LA regarding Biff’s role in a muscle action film, Pete’s jaw lowered noticeably. And when Timmy went into detail about this, his mouth and eyes opened with more amazement. Showing a broad smile, Pete couldn’t hold back commenting, “Are we going to soon be calling you Mrs. Schwarzenegger?” The friends finished dinner with Pete telling Timmy about his recent trip to Spain and Portugal. That, of course led to Pete again describing his dating experiences there, now regarding the Iberian men he met. “Sun-bronzed handsome cuties,” was Pete’s term for them. It was time for dessert, and Pete asked the waiter, whom he was now on a first-name basis with, “I want something sweet tasting and long-lasting, Oliver.” The euphemisms were not lost on the handsome waiter. “Also, cutie-pie, I want to maintain my six pack. My crunches in the gym have made them look like a cobble stone street. You may want to see what I’m talking about, if you know what I mean?” Oliver did, and he also loved that kind of muscle talk. Timmy thought the waiter was ‘a man after my own heart’ as he realized he was obviously a muscle-admirer like himself. Oliver then suggested the fruit cup. “I can make it especially fruity for just you, gym bunny.” The deal had been effectively sealed with the waiter in the first prerequisite ten seconds max after they met, a usual for Pete. Before the friends left the restaurant, Pete discreetly walked up to Oliver, and they exchanged phone numbers. * The next week, Biff and Timmy headed down an elevator to their condo’s garage, got into their convertible, and left for a leisurely drive on this beautiful Sunday. It was their six-month anniversary, and they wanted their time together this day to be special. Biff had called Timmy from work two days earlier to arrange the time and place for the needed reservations. They ended up in Wilton Manors, the “gay mecca” of South Florida. The entire city council of the city is gay with a huge percentage of the population being LGBT. They strolled Wilton Drive before having a late lunch at Rosie’s, a place selected not necessarily for the food, but for the atmosphere. Suddenly, they bumped into an acquaintance of Biff’s. Timmy sees that the guy is cute and slender, and he could tell he was muscle-obsessed as the guy was practically salivating as he looked up at Biff. Timmy also sees that his boyfriend seems a bit nervous, totally out of character for him, and was even reluctant to introduce him to Timmy. But Biff finally tells Timmy that “this here’s Joey,” and nothing more. And when he finally introduces him to Joey and just says, “This is Timmy,” without following it up with ‘my boyfriend’ or ‘my partner,’ this irritated him even more. Joey is fawning over Biff, and Timmy hears him say how it was ‘fate’ that they met again here and that he was on his way to meet a friend at Bona’s across the street. Biff gently nudged Timmy to move on to the restaurant, but not before Joey said to Biff that he hoped that he and Biff would see each other again soon. Timmy looked up at what appeared to be the embarrassed face of Biff and knew something was going on here. Besides what appeared to be Biff’s ‘guilty’ look, Timmy also knew that this Joey fit the profile perfectly for what he knew Biff always went for. That is, thought Timmy, before he and Biff met. They finished their walk to the restaurant without saying anything. As they entered Rosie’s, as expected, the usual happened. Seemingly everyone in the restaurant immediately turned and looked at Biff. Obviously, a handsome bodybuilder like him will always get that reaction. The people staring were usually either lustful, envious, or curious. Or maybe there’s an even bigger shock at seeing Biff’s extreme muscularity. Or, even, perhaps they recognize him as the recent major bodybuilding contest winner. Timmy spotted several obvious muscle-queens, as their eyes showed their huge attraction to him. He couldn’t blame them, as he reacted in a similar way when he first saw Biff! And the new Mr. Olympia was now wearing a tight-fitting tangerine-colored polo shirt, adding to his allure. After being seated, Timmy looked around the restaurant. No surprise at all, but still, it was pretty funny to him that every patron in the restaurant was of the homosexual persuasion. All happily out for their Sunday late lunches, or late brunches if you will. He saw that the older guy at the next table had ordered a perhaps passe quiche with a Bloody Mary. Timmy then looked at the ‘guilty’ Biff. He could never be angry at him, he had thought. But still, this Joey guy really got to him. Something was ‘off’ about the whole thing and Timmy was adopting Biff’s obvious discomfort over the encounter. The usual effervescent bodybuilder hadn’t uttered a word since their ‘fateful’ meeting with Joey. So, as he looked at the menu, Timmy broke the ice. “So, uhh, how do you know this Joey guy from outside just before?” he asked by accentuating and elongating the name ‘Joey’. Then he looked right at the handsome face of his boyfriend for a response. Biff looked at him seriously, and then, after several seconds, answered. “Timmy, that guy is just someone from Musclebeast, the protein powder company I’ve been working for a little. And yeah, he obviously likes me. I mean, Timmy, you should know more than anyone, lots of guys find me hot. Can’t help it, they just do.” Then his face broke into a big white teeth and dimples heart melting smile. Timmy smiled at the cocky funny way Biff explained it all. And at the way his handsome man was smiling at him now. Timmy thought it would be best to put his suspicious thoughts on the back burner for a while. The conversation went very smoothly again, with lots of laughs, and they toasted their six-month anniversary with their mimosas. Timmy told Biff that he had read a couple of times in muscle fiction stories where these fun-loving British bodybuilders were taking off their shirts and posing in supermarkets. “In this one story there was this muscle-guy named Ozzie who did it when he and his soon-to-be boyfriend were in Chicago together. Imagine that! Hey, would you ever do that, Biff?” Biff gave a smirk in response, and then cockily said, “You never know!” * That evening, after the boys had had a very amorous time in bed, Biff jumped into the shower as Timmy went for his comfortable recliner to continue reading his book. But soon after, Timmy heard Biff’s phone ring. Normally, he would have ignored it, but this time he didn’t. Curiosity, maybe more than suspicion, initiated his leaping up from his comfy recliner to take a look at the caller ID. It said ‘Joseph Sperling’ with a 305 area code phone number. And this ‘Joseph’ (is that ‘Joey’?) didn’t leave a message. Why was he calling at 10PM, from his personal phone? And also, why didn’t he leave a message? Timmy then quickly scrolled through Biff’s previous messages. Some were innocuous, but then there was Joseph Sperling calling again, and then again and again at different times over the last several days. Why was this Joseph calling him so many times? And from his personal phone, if they had just a business relationship? He knew that Biff wasn’t that much involved with Musclebeast as he and Biff shared a lot of their daily work experiences with each other. Why wouldn’t Biff have mentioned this Joseph at all? And then seem so nervous and uncomfortable when they bumped into him earlier today?