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Hmmm... possibly! I'm glad you like it though, mate. I've had this idea for a while - one of my fictional characters writing a muscle story. It kind of allows me to shake things up a bit and maybe do something which is a bit different to my usual stuff. I was in two minds about the fictional forum members/comments but it's too late now...

Haha - I'm definitely not bored of reading your lovely feedback, mate! I'll let Archie know you like "his" story. As for this... Erm...not to spoil anything but did you hack into my Google Drive or something? (Or maybe I'm just that predictable! )

I know from your stories, MA, that you're the cliffhanger king! And I'm pretty sure that's where I learned how to do them, also! As the main characters are from Florida, the setting of part of the story at the 2023 Mr. O in Orlando seemed like such a natural. Thanks for the compliment and encouragement.

It’s getting there, just making sure it’s where I want it hahaha

You can never go wrong with a cliffhanger, I say! Awesome stuff, Dennis! I always love reading stories set at big bodybuilding shows.

Awesome concept... a story about chaos, and that's what you (muscleaddict) might be creating here, with readers confusing fictious ArchieLovesMuscle, and all his commenters, with real MG profiles.

“Where is Builder’s Road located at again, Dorian?” “Are you still on Highway 69, Frankie?” “Uh, well my GPS on my phone says that I am.” “Heh, you should find a sign that I put up for you to turn down a gravel road.” After a couple of minutes, the beefy 33-year-old from Indiana finally thinks he found the place he is looking for. “Oh, haha. I see it now friendo. You really do live back in the holler.” “It is a home. I do what I can do with what I have.” “I guess I will see you in a few then.” “I will be waiting.” After driving down the isolated road for what seemed like several miles in his white van, Franklin Beavan arrives at his destination. He immediately notices the big arch that is over top of his friend’s fence in property, which says Delbarton. A very hunky and well-built man wearing a tight V-neck t-shirt, blue jeans with a large black belt and a big buckle with a big cat of some kind on it, and brownish-black boots stands in the gate. He is taking a few photos for his social media account it looks like. He has his big meaty arm gripping the arch and is flexing it, making his top beg for mercy. He starts smiling when he sees Frank’s van pulling up. The man also has a thick, well-manicured blondish-red beard, which is draped down over his big chest. His pecs are barely concealed beneath his shirt as his nipples poke through his top. He stops filming on his phone to talk to his friend. “Hey there Frankie, I am so stoked to see you here. The road pulls around to where my Ram and F-150 are at. Just Park your van by them.” “Okay, I will see you soon.” “Oh, you definitely will.” After driving for a few more minutes and marveling at how huge Dorian’s property is, he finds a spot beside the hunk’s trucks and shuts his engine off. The beautiful beast gets there around the same time, which stuns Frank. “Whoa, you really booked it Dorian.” Breathing a bit heavy, the 245 pound, 29-year-old, 6’0 beauty knocks on his van door. “Open up Frankie. I have to hug you because I have wanted to meet you for months.” “Okay bud. Just give me a few seconds. Haha so impatient.” “Hey...don’t you sass me, Frankie. You see these guns.” Dorian starts flexing his 20” beasts as they slightly tear his sleeves. Frank can hear the fabric stretching. “Damn dude, no need to go alpha on me.” “Open your door!” Frank unlocks his driver’s side door and opens it. Dorian gets up on the step to him and reaches in to give his friend a big hug. He starts rubbing on his beefy friend’s back slowly and then pushes him into his sweaty chest. He can hear Frankie sniffing him and he grunts. “Hmm...you definitely smell good. I approve.” He puts one of his thumbs up in the air. Dorian laughs as he flexes his biceps into Frank’s sides. He groans a bit. “Whoa Dorian. Take it easy. I am not as strong as you are. You don’t have to prove your alphaness to me. I am fully aware that you are a manly man.” The bearded hunk stops hugging him and looks him in the eyes. “Haha, you are so funny Frankie...and really good looking...and... mmm...I like that you are wearing this plaid shirt. Come down from the van.” Dorian grasps one of his hands and pulls him down from the vehicle. He gets a better look at Frank’s complete outfit which includes a pair of Skechers and blue jeans to accentuate his blue plaid and a gold chain around his neck. “Give me the chain. You don’t need to wear that.” “Hey, I happen to like that...” The hunk reaches around his neck to unclasp it and takes it off to put it in his own jeans pocket. He smiles down at his 5’9, 180-pound partner, and grips his ass with his two big hands. “You will have to get it from my pocket now.” “Uh...well that isn’t very fair is it. I mean...” Dorian leans down and starts to slowly kiss Frank’s lips. His thick beard envelopes the unsuspecting man’s mouth and chin like a blanket, which sends a surge of energy to his brain among other areas of his body. He puts his arms around the hunk’s torso and holds on as Dorian picks him up and puts his legs around his waist. They both softly moan as they continue to kiss each other. They do this for several minutes, noticing that the sun is starting to go down, and eventually stop to look at it. “MMM...heh...Frankie this is why I had to meet you. I have been wanting to kiss you and hold you for so long. Look at that beautiful sunset over there. We can do this every night if you want to out here.” Dorian is now slowly grinding Frank’s crotch as he starts to run his beard all over his friend’s exposed chest, which is visible since he left his plaid shirt open due to the heat on his way to the ranch. He is starting to moan as the hunk leans in to kiss his hairy skin and run his tongue along Frankie’s neck. “Oh, damn Dorian...I wasn’t expecting you to be so...mmm...friendly already. I... uh...I think maybe you are moving a little too fast.” The bearded beauty with short ashy colored hair on his head thinks he might be right. “Umm...heh...you are right Frankie. I got so excited. Sorry about that baby. I would put you down, but you would see how incredibly aroused I am.” “I don’t care about that Dorian. Maybe after a couple of days I can explore that beauty.” The beautiful hunk slowly puts him down as his bulge is in full view. Frank can hear Dorian groan as he hears something rip beneath the muscular man’s jeans. It is very clear that the beast is quite big. The smaller man moves over to the fence to put his arms on top of one of the slats and stares off at the sunset. Dorian gets behind him and puts his arms around Frankie’s waist to hold him against his huge abs. “I know you heard that cutie. I am wearing a pair of posers underneath my jeans and they just broke, heh. I may be getting a bit handsy with you, but I can really feel such a strong connection with you.” “I have definitely noticed that and yeah, I did hear it. Why are you wearing posers?” Dorian is now leaning up against Frank’s back. “Don’t laugh, but I was going to make a short video in them before you got here at the gate over there.” “Ah, I remember that you said you competed a few times.” “Yep, and I finished top three too. It was really a lot of fun. Maybe I will do it again sometime soon.” He is flexing his arms along Frankie’s sides again. He is also kissing his neck as his friend softly moans. “You are really trying hard to make me submit to you. I find that incredibly hot.” Frank is trying to put his left hand in Dorian’s left pocket. The hunky beast adjusts his big cock in the same direction and is flexing it as it attempts to enter the pocket. The 33-year-old feels it throbbing wildly as he tries to get the chain. The big beast moans in his ear as he tries to stop him from getting it. They both laugh as they tussle playfully for a few minutes. The two men are really enjoying themselves. “Oh Frankie...I think you are right. I shouldn’t rush things. You are keeping up with me really well though and I really like it. The chain is staying in the pocket though.” He pulls his friend’s hand out of his pocket and clasps it as he grabs the other one and does the same. He puts his friend’s hands on the fence and starts kissing his neck again. He slowly humps on Frankie’s backside and moans deeply as he feels his chest heaving. “Mm... The testosterone is making me get a nice pump baby. You are seriously making me lose control.” He quickly turns his partner around so he can watch Dorian’s pecs as they start to grow out of his shirt. He is still holding Frank’s hands in his as the green irises in his eyes stare lustfully into his friend’s blue ones. He is licking his lips and trying desperately to control his urges. His teeth are now clenched. “Uh...baby...I am really trying. This has happened maybe one or two other times in my life. I guess I will have to say goodbye to this shirt...” He grunts as his big furry mounds shred the fabric down the front. He lets out a few roars as his back splits his shirt along his incredible deltoids. Frank is stunned to see Dorian getting bigger and it turns him on greatly. He softly says to the hunky bodybuilder, “Let go so I can feel them, Dorian.” The horned-up beast does as Frank starts to massage each thick furry balloon with his hands. He can see how much agony his big friend is in as he makes really shrieky, animalistic sounds and his eyes widen. He finally leans up to kiss him on the lips which instantly makes Dorian grab him and take him over to a hay bale. He tears his tattered top off and slings it underneath him and onto the bale. He then starts to quickly pull Frank’s jeans off forcefully, as well as his boxers, to start slurping on his friend’s cock. His incredibly tight jeans, which are barely able to contain his monstrous legs are unbuckled, pulled down, and tossed to the side. He grunts as he slowly moves up and down on Frankie’s 7” tool. “AHH...FUCK YES BEAST MAN! You are so freaking good at making me feel welcome.” “You have no fucking idea how much I need you right now, baby. You fucking grew me and made me lose control. Rarely has another man done that to me.” He growls as he starts to taste some of Frank’s precum. His own cock has started to leak all over the ground as he slowly strokes himself. He eventually stops sucking on his partner’s tool and sits him up to look at his face again. “Are you ready Frankie? I know you wanted to wait, but I can’t help myself anymore.” He then moves himself in position of Frank’s hole and starts pushing himself inside. “I... uhm...mmm...you are really big...but I fucking LOVE the feeling of your big manly chest rubbing up against me daddy.” “RRAAWWHH! You called me daddy! I will take good care of you Frankie. Don’t you worry about that.” He picks him up in his arms and plants his lips on his partner’s. His beard once again envelopes Frank’s face as he feels himself sliding further inside his friend’s body. They are now both grunting loudly as they continue to kiss each other passionately. After a few minutes of grinding, Dorian can feel his load starting to move into his cock. They both yell in pleasure as he fills Frankie with his boys, thrusting several times as he gasps for air. “Breathe beast man. I don’t need you to die on me from exhaustion.” The now 260-pound hulk looks at him and laughs as he finishes pumping him full of his white river. He pulls his 10” cock out and lays Frank back down on the hay bale. He starts to run his tongue on his 180-pound partner’s beefy chest, licking his nipples and glides his tongue down to start playing with his cock again. “I am feeling so good, baby. I will be even happier when you feed me your cum.” He vigorously starts stroking Frankie, making him squirm as the sweat pours down his chest and legs in the warm evening air. Feeling his cock twitching after a few minutes, Dorian starts making ‘heh heh’ noises as he opens his mouth to start catching some of his buddy’s spunk on his tongue. The thick frothy milk hits him in the face a few times as Frank moans loudly. “MMM...YEAH BABY! Feed your daddy...my beard could use some moisturizer.” “Ha ha...mmm...I think I am definitely falling for you Dorian...you make me cum so hard...” Dorian laughs as another jet hits his left eye. He gulps on Frank’s cock and growls tasting it flowing down his throat. He grips his friend’s arms to keep him stationary and enjoys making him writhe in pleasure. He continues to slurp on Frankie’s tool for the next several minutes. “Look at my face Frankie.” The smaller man moans as he sees how drenched Dorian’s face is, cum dripping off his beard and cheeks. The huge muscular beast licks his cock a few more times before stopping and picking him up in his arms again. They stare at each other lustfully and kiss once more. They finally stop as Dorian takes him over to his van to put him down. “I hope you know baby boy; you have done yourself in with me. You made me lose my composure and I pumped you full of my alpha seed. You are probably going to have a fun night because I may or may not have done something to you.” “What do you mean by that?” “Heh, well I think you will find out later tonight. If it is okay with you, I would love to be there when you might feel a bit weird.” “Umm...okay? Does this involve me possibly growing big and beautiful like you?” Dorian smiles as he walks around to the back of the van to open it. He starts taking stuff out and putting it on the gravel road. He motions for Frank to come over to him. “I think you may have already figured it out. I did this to one of my exes several years ago and well...he didn’t enjoy it very much. I couldn’t get enough of his huge muscles, but he was not receptive to it whatsoever. Our relationship wasn’t the same after that and we broke up. I hope you are more willing to accept it baby.” Frankie remembers that he is not wearing any pants and feels his cock getting hard. The huge beast notices and moans as he watches it get bigger beside his huge hairy quads. He then runs his fingers along the cockhead, feeling drops of precum hit them as he pulls his partner close to him. “OH, FUCK FRANKIE! It is already starting. I guess we won’t have to wait too long after all.” As the moon rises in the sky, the beefy 33-year-old groans and looks incredibly dazed as he leans back on his van and stares intensely into Dorian’s eyes. His cock has grown to over 9” and is incredibly veiny and swollen. He can feel his back cracking as his body starts rising up against his vehicle. He sighs as his quads and chest start inflating. He loves every minute of it. “YES...I want to get huge like you Dorian. You deserve a beefcake as your partner, and I want to be that himbo.” Frank takes his shirt off and grunts feeling his arms getting huge, pumping his hands, making his forearms flex as they bulge to twice their size. Dorian is now rubbing his friend’s expanding triceps and biceps in his hands, squeezing them as they tense. He growls as he pushes his chest up against Frankie’s widening pectorals, loving the feeling of them touching his own. Their nipples are now touching each other. “There is no one else in the world right now but us baby. You are turning into the perfect beast, but I want you to get even bigger for me.” The growing himbo, now feeling a beard on his face, with a hint of silver strewn about, kisses him on the lips as they both embrace, now of nearly equal height. “MMM...I feel so fucking big already Dorian. Can you make me bigger?” “OH YES BABY! I want you to be bigger than me and you will be in just a couple more minutes. All I have to do is imagine it and it will happen.” Frankie can feel his cock growing again as he looks down and sees it stretching down to the ground. His back cracks once again as he gets even taller and is close to the top of his van now. He closes his eyes and starts laughing as his muscles inflate even larger and his Skechers disintegrate under the weight of his feet. Dorian licks his lips as he sees his friend transform into what he thinks is his ideal mate. “YEAH FRANKIE...huge beastly legs...gargantuan pecs...unfathomable biceps...massive cock...a perfect ass...roidy abs... easily 6’6 I am guessing...an intoxicating scent might I add...YEAH...you are my perfect man now!” Now with a much deeper voice, the older hulk looks down at him and starts to run his own hands all over his furry chest. He then picks Dorian up with ease. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” “Not so soon baby...but I don’t think it was a bad decision.” “You are absolutely right Dorian. I can only think about growing myself and you from now on. Will my cum do anything to you?” The bearded 29-year-old smiles at him and says, “Baby...under this moon...I can get bigger if I want to. I am just letting you enjoy your newfound godhood for now. Your cum doesn’t have to do anything to me because I can get even bigger if...I... want...to...HEH!” Dorian growls as he starts to grow again surpassing Frankie in height and muscularity. It is clear that this might last for quite a while. “OH, ha-ha now I get it. You are just being nice to me. I can see why you have a ranch out here because you can...eerr...MMM...YYEESS...” The two swelling behemoths start wrestling around with each other as they eventually top out at over 8’ tall and 500 pounds each. They realize that they should probably stop when it gets close to morning. “So, I am guessing this wears off?” “It does baby, but you had fun didn’t you?” “MMM...absolutely. Will I go back to looking like a slob though?” “WHAT!? No...I will help you learn how to control how you look. Over time, you will be able to stay looking like a competitive bodybuilder and be the envy of the mortal lot.” “Ah, well how about now?” “Sure...we should invite a few of our friends out here now. The more hunks, the better.” “Let me look in my contacts then, Dorian.” “OH YEAH! This is going to be too much fun.”

It was great. And don't be bored with me telling you that I like your work. Archie's writing is very hot and his Cody character is quite the stud. Can't wait for Cody to sit down in the first row of the classroom and look at the bespeckled gay muscle-obsessed teacher who is having a very hard time teaching the class now. Loved the MU reference and of course Archie's almost step brother Deano as being the reason he "won't go into" talking about MU.

Here's the first part of the second story called "The Arrival" which will be split into three chapters/parts. It's a sort of story within a story and features Archie from the Muscle University/Deano series... The Arrival By ArchieLovesMuscle November 20 in Stories ArchieLovesMuscle Posted November 20 Hi guys! Long time lurker here on the Muscle Fiction Forums. I’ve been reading and admiring all of the great stories on here for years and have always wanted to have a go at writing my own but I’ve always been a bit scared that it wouldn’t be very good or that no one would read or comment on it! So a little background as to how this story came about. I’m currently at university studying English and as part of my degree, I’m doing a Creative Writing module which I have to say I’m really enjoying. A few weeks ago I was given an assignment to write a short story about the arrival of an extraordinary person in an ordinary setting and my muscle-obsessed brain immediately thought of a huge bodybuilder rocking up to his first day at work or uni or school (you’ll see which direction I went in when you read it!) and causing absolute chaos and I guess this story was born. I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to leave a comment and let me know your thoughts. And as this is the first story I've written about freaky muscle - please go easy on me! Also to note - the story is set in America and all of the characters are American but I am actually British so I apologise now if I’ve got something wrong or used a word or phrase that you guys don’t use! THE ARRIVAL Chapter One My mom turns off the engine of her SUV and breathes a dramatic sigh. I know exactly what’s coming next. I’m about to get one final lecture before I exit the car. Three handsome jocks in Letterman jackets with backpacks slung over their shoulders walk passed the parked car. I smirk to myself. They have NO idea what’s in store for them. Mom turns to look at me. I can feel her eyes burning into the side of my face. I twist my head and return her gaze. Oh yeah. That’s a full-on mom glare. I resist the urge to laugh and obnoxiously blow a big bubble of the pink gum I’m chewing instead. “It’s four months, Cody!” I don’t respond. I just look at her while casually chewing my gum. “That’s all you need to get through. Four months of keeping your head down and then you’re out of here. Then you’re done with high school. For good.” “I’m well aware of that, Mom,” I reply as I pull down the passenger seat mirror to take one last look at my reflection before I walk into my new school. Damn! No matter how many times I see myself in the mirror I’m always taken aback by what looks back at me. “Are you though?” Mom asks, her voice rising and sounding more agitated. “Because if you mess this up, Cody, you’ll fail your senior year. Again!” It’s almost obscene how good-looking I am. Seriously! The strong square jaw. The big brown eyes. The perfectly proportioned nose. The flawless, tanned skin. I’m like a Greek God in teenage form. Like a junior GI Joe doll come to life. Guys must feel sick with jealousy when they look at my face. “And you won’t be graduating this May. Here or anywhere, Cody! You’ll have to do yet ANOTHER year of high school. Is that what you want?” And the crazy thing is this - my movie star, descendant of Adonis good looks aren’t even what turns people's heads wherever I go. “Well?! Do you want to be twenty years old and STILL not graduated from high school?” “No, Mom,” I say casually, as I turn my face to the right and clench my jaw in the mirror. D.A.M.N! My mom breathes another deep sigh. “So - what are we NOT going to do?” “Mmmm?” I say, turning to the left to check out the other side. The absolute epitome of masculine perfection. “What are we NOT going to do, Cody?” she repeats. “Blend in with the crowd?” I joke. “Get expelled, Cody!” Mom barks. “For the THIRD time this year!” I watch my lips curl into a smirk in the mirror. Full disclosure - I honestly didn’t set out to get expelled from those other schools. It’s not like I even go looking for trouble. Stuff just always seems to happen when I’m around. Or BECAUSE I’m around. I can’t help the way other people act around me, can I? Some stuff is just out of my control. “Yes, Mom,” I say, closing the mirror. I expect to find her giving me another mom glare, but she just looks tired. I guess it’s not easy having Cody Miller for a son. The second I step out of the vehicle and into the school parking lot it begins. The looks. The glances. And no - it’s not because I’m the new kid. Confusion. Bewilderment. Shock. These are just some of the things I see on the faces of my new fellow pupils. I watch my mom’s car drive out of view before I drop my backpack on the ground. And now it’s time to give the students of Charles Lincoln High something to REALLY gawp at. I hear an audible gasp as I remove the black, baggy hoodie my mom insisted I wear for my first day at my new school to reveal a tight white vest underneath. Oh yeah - NOW they’re looking. But the strip show doesn’t stop there. As a girl nearby cries, “Oh my God,” I grab at my grey track pants and pull them down and over my expensive Nike Jordan trainers to reveal a pair of little red gym shorts that barely cover anything. They’re so tight they look painted on. As I stuff my discarded clothes into my backpack, sling it over my shoulder and make my way to the entrance of the school building, I hear someone shriek at the sight of me. An actual, horrified shriek. Classroom 23B is where I need to be and that’s where I’m heading. Up the steps to the entrance of the building. Through the main doors. Along the corridors. I’m just a guy going to homeroom on his first day of school. It’s not my fault that everyone around me is making me feel like I’m the centre of the universe. I can’t control the freaked-out glares. The terrified stares. The shocked whispers. I’m not asking people to quickly dart out of my way as I walk to my destination. I could have some fun with these unfortunate, ordinary-sized students. I could glare at them. Grunt. Growl even. I could even bark, “Out of my way, pipsqueak,” to the nerd in the glasses who looks terrified when he almost crashes into me. But I don't. I’m not here to make enemies. I’m not really here to do anything other than finally complete my high school education and graduate so I can move out to Florida and pursue my destiny of becoming one of the world’s biggest professional bodybuilders. But when I hear a dude exclaim, “Damn! He’s HUGE!” some sort of primal instinct kicks in. I stop dead in my tracks in the middle of the hallway. I drop my backpack on the floor and look down to marvel, to wander even, at just exactly what has caught the attention of my new classmates. What catches the attention of everyone I come into contact with. Two round half-melons sit where regular men have shoulders. Skin stretched tight over the hard dense mass. So big I can no longer walk through an average doorway without tilting to the side. Below those are my Hulk-worthy triceps and softball biceps. Magnificent and monstrous in equal measure. Hose pipe veins run across the biceps muscles which pop and pulsate when I hit a front double biceps pose. My pecs are outrageous too. It’s truly obscene how massive and thick they are. Think of Mitchell “The Machine” Murray’s pecs but bigger. It’s a miracle I can see below them as they stretch the material of my vest. But sure enough, just below the two pillows of chest mass is my turtle-shell roid gut. Proudly sticking out and stretching the white vest material. Disgusting? Grotesque? I’ve heard it all below. I’ve read all the comments online. I get a kick out of the disgust. I revel in the disdain. “Nineteen years old and he has a roid gut THAT big?” You better fucking believe it. And if it’s not my turtle tummy making them reach for the sick bucket, it’s the vascularity in my crazily sized legs. Clots of thick worm-like veins cover my thick bulging calves and shins and obscene snaking veins run over my phenomenal quads which don’t fall short in any area. Size. Sweeps. Crazy detail. Alien-like shreds. These legs have it all. And now, as I marvel at the mass of freakshow-worthy muscle and revolting array of veins and striations looking up at me, another primal instinct takes over. I bring my arms and elbows up, bend forward and, right in the middle of this school hallway, surrounded by normal-sized teenagers, I hulk down into a monstrous crab most muscular. I scrunch my face up. I grit my teeth. I snarl. And I release a loud animal-like growl as my traps erupt to my earlobes and my whole body explodes with hard, roided, mind-blowing mass. A loud scream fills the corridor in response. Yesss! It only makes me want to flex harder. When I’m done flexing, I casually pick up my backpack and continue my way to classroom 23B, leaving the chaos I’ve just created behind me. And boy, is it chaos. But when the three times NPC Teen National bodybuilding champion and the biggest and most muscular nineteen-year-old in the country - hell, probably the world - rocks up to your school wearing nothing but a tight vest and tiny shorts, what the fuck else do you expect to happen? I guess it’s safe to say I’ve officially arrived at Charles Lincoln High School. *** DavidFL Posted November 20 ArchieLovesMuscle - what a great opening chapter! Super hot descriptions of Cody and I love the reactions from the people around him. I laughed when someone actually screamed at the sight of him! I’m actually really surprised this is your first muscle story. Oh - and as an American, I can safely say you did a great job with the language. I’m a little concerned as to what your university lecturer is going to think of the story though! ArchieLovesMuscle Posted November 20 Thank you so much for the feedback @DavidFL and for being my first commenter! (And possibly my only commenter!! ) I’m so glad you like it. And I’m glad I haven’t made any huge errors with the language! I wasn’t sure if you guys used the word pipsqueak! Oh and don’t worry - this isn’t the story I submitted to uni. Haha!! MuscleJon Posted November 20 Oh WOW!! I want Cody to turn up to my workplace. Or maybe my gym! He’d fit right in but I won’t name-drop the well-known bodybuilders who train there! Come to Florida when you've graduated Cody - I’ll look after you haha. ArchieLovesMuscle Posted November 20 @MuscleJon - if that’s you in your profile pic can you look after me too?? So glad you’re liking the story so far! Curious about these well-known bodybuilders though! FYI you also look a bit like this hot bouncer/doorman guy back home but you don’t care about that! (I’m rambling now! I always get nervous around hot muscle guys! ) YorkshireDaddy Posted November 21 This really is a great opening chapter. Especially for a first story. You should be well chuffed! By the way - I have to ask - the university you’re studying at wouldn’t happen to be a certain Montgomery University of Bodybuilding & Fitness would it? Aka, the famous Muscle University, which is no doubt full of Cody’s, albeit British versions! ArchieLovesMuscle Posted November 21 HAHA!! @YorkshireDaddy - I can’t believe you mentioned Muscle University for a number of reasons that I won’t go into!! But no - I’m definitely not a bodybuilder or studying at MU! I’m studying in the North East so I’m not a million miles away from there though! SteAdams7 Posted November 21 North East eh? Wahey, man! My neck of the woods. I reckon Cody would fit in at the bodybuilding gym I go to but not sure if he’d be able to follow the lingo, pet. ArchieLovesMuscle Posted November 21 Howay, Ste! I’m actually from the opposite end of the country but I do a great Geordie accent. Although my boyfriend might say something different! dreamerguy Posted November 22 YESSSS at this story. I’m loving Cody just hulking out in the hallway. Also - is the doorman who looks like @MuscleJon single? Asking for a friend. BrzMSL Posted November 22 Wow! What a great first chapter and set up for what’s to come. Thanks @ArchieLovesMuscle for starting to share this story with us! I can’t wait for the next installment. Cheers! jackedgymnast92 Posted November 22 Absolutely fantastic start to the story @ArchieLovesMuscle. This whole thing played out like a movie in my head. Your descriptions are insane!! I can’t wait to see what happens when Cody enters his homeroom and how his fellow classmates react. I'm patiently waiting for part two. BobBear Posted November 22 Hot damn! ️️️️️️I love Cody and all those hot descriptions! If you need help with the lingo y’all got lots of us true blue ‘Merican muscle lovers here on the forum that can help out with that kinda stuff. ArchieLovesMuscle Posted November 23 Oh wow. I logged in this morning to find a bunch of new comments! I’m so happy you guys are all enjoying the story so much! coasterlifter Posted November 24 UFFF! YESSS! So good. Ugh, Cody. So hot and so muscular even if he is a bit of a brat. Any chance of seeing our protagonist walking down the halls in a tight polo? (Polo flexing is kind of my thing as you can probably see from my profile pic.) ArchieLovesMuscle Posted November 25 Thank you again for all the lovely comments on this first chapter. And sorry but this has to be done - @coasterlifter - I can’t believe a) that pic is YOU and b) someone THAT hot and shredded likes a story I’ve written! Okay - I’ll stop embarrassing myself now. Between you and @MuscleJon I’m not used to being around this many hot muscle guys. Or maybe I am?? Anyway! I’ll hopefully get the next chapter posted at the weekend. I hope you guys like it as much as the first one!

There will be. Right now, I'm still struggling with trying to decide how I want the scenes between Seth and his mother to play out the right way. But there's another case of events that will play out in the meantime, leading up to Joey's birthday party which is sure to have fireworks!

Yeah, I know, dredlifter! And sorry about the tease, but maybe your and other readers' interests are piqued just a little more now to really want to come back and read the next instalment?

I'm never opposed to a part 2 or more when a story is HOT!

This is a very hot story!

I'm sure you're still working on part 2, so this is just a friendly bump

I agree with you 100% @dredlifter

Oof what a cruel place to stop!

Thanks, Ro20316. I'm happy that my writing is able to successfully express the love between Biff and Timmy to you.

I love this two men They are soulmate. They love each other so much

My virtual friend! You’ve out done yourself again. This is a great story with related characters and fantasy many of us crave daily! Thank you!

So a few notes on this story and the thought process behind it etc... This story basically started with a scene in my head where Mason meets a new guy, closer to his age than Nick was, and he brings out the same line he used on Nick - "My name's Mason, but you can call me Sir" - and the guy replies with, "Erm - no. You can call ME Sir!" The scene in the final story obviously panned out differently - sometimes you might have an idea or a scene in your head but when you come to actually write it, things have changed and it doesn't quite feel right for that particular scene/character. But the basic idea was that Mason meets his match. I didn't want this to be a big redemption story in the same way that Mason wasn't necessarily supposed to be a villain in the original story but I did want him to take some ownership for what happened and admit to himself and the reader that he knew he'd done Jason dirty. I also wanted to give him a bit of depth and a backstory. I met a couple of guys like Mason when I was younger who'd been closeted for years when they'd been younger themselves, had been married, some even with kids and then who'd come out later in life. I think that was a lot more common years ago, with society not being as accepting as it is now. I also didn't want it to be a "Mason meets an amazing guy and gets a happy ending" story. I did want him to let his guard down and open up to Vince in a way that he didn't with Nick. And it does obviously end with there being a possibility that something might develop between the two of them.

Thanks, matie - I'm glad you liked it! Vince was definitely a fun one to write. Maybe I'll bring them both back at some point in the future! Thanks for the lovely feedback, mate. (When do you ever not give me that on one of my new stories? ) I'm glad you like the concept of the thread too - my thought was that it would be a bit like reading a book of short stories from me - although it's not quite book length! The next story is a bit bigger though and will be posted in three parts.

Thanks, boardman, for the compliment. Chapter II will hopefully be ready in a few days for posting.

Damn hot story

Hi everyone, I’m posting here the PART II sequel to my last story, Condo Hookup. It’s another fairly short one, at four chapters, and will bring you up to date on what’s happening in the lives of our two protagonists, Biff and Timmy. Hope you like it. Dennis CONDO HOOKUP PART II CHAPTER I When you last read about Biff and Timmy it was about five months earlier, June 2023. During a summer tropical storm, one typically experienced by the residents of South Florida that time of year, they saw each other for the first time in their condo’s gym. Timmy excitedly spotted and recognized Biff from the muscle sites he wanked to as the newly crowned Mr. America. The handsome 28-year-old bodybuilder stole the 39 year old Timmy’s heart immediately. Biff had HIS first gaze upon Timmy when he turned around after finishing drinking from the gym’s fountain. With water dripping from his lips to his bulging pectorals, he looked down at the runway-handsome blond model. When he saw the familiar muscle-heaven daze that his extreme admirers experienced when they were close to him, he sealed the deal with Timmy by giving him an obligatory quick pec bounce. It was another day for Biff at a gym in training for the Mr. Olympia contest to be held the following November. Rather than its usual venue in Vegas, this year it was to be held in Orlando, a much more convenient location for Biff. It was just up the peninsular a couple of hundred miles with just a few hours of travel time to reach, when taking the Florida Turnpike. Besides all the fame and prestige of winning the most coveted bodybuilding trophy, the sponsorships, endorsements, and $400,000 cash prize was a tremendous incentive for those in competition. Many experts in the bodybuilding realm had said that Biff was sure to take the first-place overall prize. But it was love at first sight in the condo gym for the two guys, and they consummated their relationship a few days later after bumping into each other outside Timmy’s apartment, right down the hall from where Biff lived. * Fast forward to November, and Timmy is sitting in the front row of the huge Orange County Convention Center at the conclusion of the Mr. Olympia competition. He is hoarse from screaming his support for his boyfriend Biff who had just won the top Eugen Sandow trophy. His mass, symmetry, proportion, definition, and stage presence wowed the judges unanimously. Biff was backstage now texting Timmy, telling him that he was freezing because of his low body fat and, more importantly, that he’s practically naked now. “Hey little boy, my muscle-bod is covered now by just my skimpy posing trunks that hardly even holds my privates. It really looks quite obscene, you know.” “There you go again with that porn talk, Biff. You know what that does to me! Do you want me to come backstage to warm you up, big-boy? “Yeah, and while you’re here why not give me a nice blow job too. And after you’ve had fun doing that for me, it might also serve to reduce some of the bulge in my posing trunks that I now have even more thinking about what I want to do to you when we get home. If you don’t help me now with my dick, it might actually flop out when I come back on stage to say hello again to all my fans in the audience soon.” Their fun texting continued for a while until it was interrupted with, “OK, ladies and gentlemen. Give a warm congratulations to our newly crowned Mr. Olympia!” The audience erupted into a quick roar, showing their appreciation for the handsome new muscle-king of the world. “Biff Stevens, hailing from just down the Pike a piece in South Florida. Come on down front and strut your stuff and give your fans just one more flex.” Timmy’s eyes were glued to the back of the stage where he then saw Biff coming out as the huge convention center auditorium continued their applause and hooting even louder. Biff was spectacular- looking, with not a muscle ignored on his tanned to perfection physique. Timmy chuckled when he saw what his boyfriend was talking about regarding the difficulty with his posing trunks. Biff really did have a problem trying to conceal his dick in it! Timmy thought that the root of Biff’s thick cock as well as its enormous crown’s outline might actually be showing. Could that be? And the audience members must see it as well! Biff was well aware of it, and he seemed to not give a shit. All he heard was the thunderous reaction of his supportive fans, who, to a certain extent, were perhaps screaming their love of Mr. Olympia’s package as well! Timmy also questioned himself, “Is this being televised for future streaming, and maybe a million people will also see Biff’s abundance down there?” Suddenly, Biff, as he waved to the cheering audience, very confidently came down to the edge of the stage, right in front of his boyfriend. Timmy looked almost straight up at the muscle-Adonis and then watched as he put his trophy down to do a most muscular. Timmy heard a cocky “Oof” accompany the pose and then actually felt some spray from Biff’s overly enthusiastic grunt. Biff then looked right down at Timmy and gave his boyfriend a white-teeth-and-dimples smile with a wink. The same one he gave him many months ago when they looked at one another in the condo’s gym many months ago. After a long time with photographers, autographs for his lined-up fans, and the signing of some endorsement contracts with various bodybuilding products, Biff and Timmy finally leave the convention center. They get into Biff’s convertible sports car and head down the Turnpike for home. Timmy put on the radio, and they hear Elton John singing “Philadelphia Freedom.” As loud as they can shout, they sing along with the words and even try imitating the music of a favorite singer of theirs. “Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man, yeah. Gave me peace of mind my daddy never had.” Biff and Timmy laughed loudly at the lyrics’ innuendo, as well as at the unbelievable day this had been and the great time they were having together now. · After arriving home, Biff has just a few days to unwind with some R & R after Orlando’s massive highs, before he got to work on his contracted endorsements for the companies he’ll be promoting. There’s also been some serious buzz about Hollywood being interested in using him in a film. This was a little nerve-wracking to the usually laid-back Biff, knowing this potential work would be 3,000 miles away in LA and, well, he knew he had no acting credentials. When he expressed this anxiety to Timmy, his lover told him that if this actually happens, he would join him in California for a while, and then said bluntly, “Biff, but you do know that they’re not hiring you for your acting skills!” They both smiled at that, because of course that was true. Several days later and still showing signs of the dark tan-spray used on him at the Mr. O contest, Biff arrived back at their apartment after spending a grueling few hours at his hard-core gym. His boyfriend was on a mat in the living room in front of floor-to-ceiling windows with views overlooking the ocean doing his yoga, stretching and sit-up exercises for the day. Timmy looked up at him and sighed. He still can’t help getting overwhelmed every time by Biff’s phenomenal muscularity, especially when it’s freshly pumped from lifting. He sees Biff now as an even more spectacular sight to behold. Biff wore a tight-fitting tee shirt that had simply “LIFT” shown on the front. Actually, all of his clothes are tight, either because he liked the sexy look that that gave him, or he’s become even more muscular since recently buying that article of clothing. Mr. Olympia grinned from ear to ear when he saw Timmy’s mouth expectantly open. He knows his muscle-obsessed boyfriend all too well. Biff decides to go for the full Monty. Still looking down at Timmy who’s looking excitedly up at his boyfriend, he then slowly, with perfect orchestration, pulls his shirt over his head. Timmy and Biff have been together for over five months already, and Timmy saw that in the lead up to the Olympia, with his frequent workouts and crazy eating and dieting, Biff had gotten phenomenally muscular and ripped heading into the contest. And now, still, even with some post-contest cheat-meals and a cut-down of grueling lifting routines, Biff appeared to have maintained the same massive and sensuously ripped muscular condition. Timmy was dizzy with extreme desire as he studied just a few muscular attractions on his boyfriend’s physique. Biff’s abs were so very chiseled and couldn’t be more defined. The crevice between his steel hard solid bulging pectorals was deep. His lats flared from his relatively small waist. Biff saw the effect he was having on Timmy tour and, in his deep and seductive voice, said, “Hey Little Dutch boy. Do you wanna cop a feel.” “Oh yes sir, whatever you say”, Timmy giggled with their kinky role-playing. “But you’re so big and strong and I’m frightened of you and what you could do to little me.” Now it’ was Biff’s turn to giggle. “Do all my big, beautiful Mr. Olympia muscles make you all horny?” Biff then looked at Timmy with a seductive smile and a sexy Colin Farrellesque caterpillar eyebrow raised, waiting for a response. Biff then nonchalantly erotically danced his pectoral striations a little. From his huge experience, Biff knew just the right moves to achieve the perfect effect on the muscle-addicted admirer. “God, Biff. I’m sure you know just what you’re fucking doing to me now.” Biff continued with just a little more porn-talk to Timmy’s ears. “After each gym visit, I just keep packing on the ripped muscle to my sexy bod.” Biff then did a quick most muscular with his usual “oof” shout out. “I’m just packed with all fucking solid steel-plated rippling and bulging sexy muscles. As you can clearly see, I’m sure, little boy.” The bodybuilder may have gone just a little too far as Timmy was now very amused by his talk. But then Biff moved closer to his boyfriend as his muscles shifted and slid erotically. He put out a muscular hand to Timmy to raise him from the mat. Timmy stared at its muscular forearm lined with veins and his enormous bulging biceps lined with a thick cephalic vein which wasn’t even flexing. Effortlessly, Biff pulled Timmy to his feet, and they then stood toe to toe. The six-foot-even model looked up several inches into the 6’5” Mr. Olympia’s eyes. Timmy put his slender hands onto Biff’s enormous solid bulging pectorals and their dicks were now leaking in their very hard excited condition.

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