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  1. Scottyknows

    growth with effort Cumming into the family

    Part 1: Trepidation It was the first week of college and I decided to break the mold and remake myself. Not longer the pudge anxious guy named Jammie who creeped everyone out by just standing there looking around because he had no where else to go. I was going to be social, I was going to try new things, and I was going to reshape myself. In one sense I meant that literally. So I found myself at the gym. I downloaded an exercise app, got some work out clothes and ended up doing to same thing I always did. Awkwardly stand around looking at things and people until it became creepy. Well, I decided I better get going. I did what I believed to be a workout. At the end I decided to try the sauna. I had heard that sauna's were good for you both in terms of exercise and all around health. This is the moment where I credit starting down the path that led me to become an alpha patriarch. Which makes the next bit kind of underwhelming. I walked in and sat down. If you didn't already know sauna's are surprisingly social. Topics ranged from exercise and health to news around campus to philosophy. To be honest the sauna was one of the factors in me coming back. There were times when I just came for that when I didn't feel like exercising. Two guys that I ran into frequently were Tony and Adrian Wallace. Irish twins who were freshmen like me. They were kind of bro-y and I found that kind of off putting at first. They were also huge at 6'6" each and no less than 250. But they were super friendly, gave me tips, and we even met up to exercise a few times. They helped me out showed me the ropes. And then we started hanging out some more. Video games at their place, meeting up for food, etc. They even started taking an interest in my progress almost like coaches. Giving me meal plans and teaching me how to make protein shakes and even gave me some of their special stuff. The group also picked up a few other guys too. There was Alex, Ben, and Ray. We became our own little rat pack, gym rat pack. It isn't what I had expected, but I wasn't going to say no. And it was more than just gym stuff, we traded books and media recommendations and had video game nights. But I say gym rat pack because a few weeks in Tray and Adrian got the idea in their heads that since we were overlapping at the gym a lot we should make it serious and a group effort. We were going to take measurements, the twins' dad had a hook up for protein and other supplements. We trusted them with all this stuff, they seemed to know what they were doing. The results spoke for themselves. I was a big guy in several ways. I was 6'4" and 235ish (thats where my weight generally floated around). I was the size where people assumed that I did (or should have) played football. Nope, just heavy and chunky. But now the week before Thanksgiving I was 230 with 4% less body-fat at 22% instead of 26%. Ray had gained 10 ibs of muscle to a total of 155 and grown an inch to 5' 8". Ben and Alex hadn't recomped more than anything else. Both still 6' and 5' 11" and between 175-180. The twins weighed in at 260 and had grown half an inch. This was right before we had out Friends-giving. It was hosted by the twins and their older brother Trey. And a brother he was. Slightly smaller at 6' 5" and 245. They made a MASSIVE meal. 10 ib Turkey, potatoes, mac and cheese, several pies. I had no idea why they had made so much food. The twins kept talking about cheat meal and bear mode etc. What made Friendsgiving even more wild was how much alcohol we had. Trey made sure we wanted for nothing in that department. Things got rowdy and at one point Andrian wanted us to measure our dicks since we measured everything else. All the brothers were on board and Alex and Ray were drunk enough to go along too. Ben and I were hesitant. I did not have the best body image and stripping was not in the cards for me. There was a ruler and some dick jokes. My mood was sinking. Then Tony came over and gave me a pep talk combined with a guilt trip about how everyone else was had been vulnerable enough around me. Couldn't I share as much trust with them as they had with me? After some coaxing about how they were all friends here I finally did it. Not horrible. Slightly above average at the 5.7 odd, almost 5.8 inches. I got some positive feedback in the forms of back slaps and one ass slap. It felt good. But it was mainly from the brothers... There was another round of shots for good sportsmanship when Trey made the comment that since we were already half way there, we might as well finish the job and do a literal circle jerk. Maybe it was the sunken cost fallacy, maybe it was nice feeling like part of a group, and the alcohol definitely helped. I did stare at the three Ulpan boys. Not lusting after them, and lusting at the thought of being them. Thankfully we were more or less done at the same time. As we were lying there Trey made the comment that he was thinking of moving out of his frat. This was going into his second year and he was tired of their douchbaggery. Rich boys that acted like children. He suggested we moved into a place together after new years. He could set it up. Again I had some reservations, anxieties, but I said yes. Who was I to reject an invitation to be part of a group of friends. Family, almost with three brothers. As we were leaving Tony pulled me aside. "Hey, I'm really glad you're on board. Antony and I have had a great time getting to know you and I can tell Trey thinks you're great." "Thanks..." I said awkwardly. Wasn't use to this kind of attention, someone wanting me around. "Bro, don't be like that. I know you feel anxious and awkward but we see you for you, and we like it. We want to spend more time with you. And I know if you stick with us you are going to start seeing yourself the way we do, seeing your potential. This is going to be great for you too!". "You make it sound like...I don't know I'm getting weird vibes here." "You're just experiencing some well overdue camaraderie. Don'y worry too much about it. We will take care of you!" And with another ass slap he went on his way. I felt good? But it also felt like there was something I was missing. I was. And when I found out I decided to take the leap. I haven't regretted it since and now I look back on that event as the day I was invited into the family.
  2. Hi, everyone! So I'm starting this experimental series to see if a more traditional narrative would work here, and I would really appreciate all feedback and critique to help me improve. This is mostly going to involve more plot and character than growing, although there will still be a lot of growing done. It just won't be the main focus (for now). Writing is something I don't normally get to do on a regular basis, but it's something I want to make a living out of, so all advice is incredibly welcome. I am more than willing to alter the way the narrative develops and is written depending on how people prefer their pacing and writing. Thanks and enjoy! Hard at Work [Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5a -5b - 6 - 7 - 8a - 8b - 8c - 9 - 10 - 11a - 11b - 12a - 12b - 13] PART 1 Working at my job wasn’t exactly the most exciting thing in the world, but it paid the bills. On an average day, I would sit at my desk, wondering how a bachelor’s degree in Chemistry got me a job in human resources. It’s not like I had particularly good chemistry with other people either. During my time at the company so far, I’ve only been able to get close to two people. One of them was a co-worker of mine named Marcus. He often pulled pranks on me and made childish jokes at my expense whenever we took a break for coffee. Normally, him being a 23-year-old man, anyone would expect some sort of maturity or sense of responsibility. Marcus was nothing of the sort. He played around far too much and just did whatever the hell he wanted to. Every attempt our boss had at scolding him fell on deaf ears. With any other employee, our boss’ words would stop us dead in our tracks. Boss had that charismatic, authoritative aura about him. Unlike Marcus, our boss, Mr. Wesley Smith, or just Wes, took everything seriously. He had a reputation to uphold. Sure, he had his fair share of dad jokes every now and then, but people in the workplace were already so used to Marcus’ absurd antics that nobody ever really noticed. The three of us were often referred to around the office as the “threesome of power.” In one way or another, we all held some sort of power around the office. Wes had his obvious influence and status. Marcus had his absurdity and over-all charisma. Compared to them, I didn’t have as much. All anyone ever told me was that I was the glue that held together our little threesome. In my opinion, it’s just an excuse to call us a threesome since we’re always together. I wasn’t a big fan of the name, honestly. Especially since I was the only gay one. The main reason people chose to describe us as a “threesome” specifically is that Marcus and Wes were probably the most attractive and sought-after guys at the workplace. Marcus was 5’11” and pretty damn attractive. He had wavy, blonde hair that looked like it was streaked with chocolate, and his eyebrows were incredibly thick and a deep chestnut. Of the three of us, he also had the best body. He had been a model in his university years, so he developed a toned, muscled body with a deep V-shaped torso and disproportionate pecs and shoulders. On the other hand, Wes wasn’t bad looking, but all his time spent in bars showed. He was a good-looking man for his age, 31, having South-East Asian genes, and he had a strong square face that accentuated his stocky figure, being only 5’6”. He did go to the gym after work, but he developed a gut after all the vodka. People often say his most attractive feature is his cat eyes. His eyebrows also tilted inwards, so he always had this fierceness about him. It didn’t seem like he was meant to be built in any way besides a small tank either. While Marcus and Wes were the stars of our threesome, I was labeled the “DUFF.” I was only 24, but the new terms the kids kept coming up with always got lost on me. I was the least attractive among us, I must admit. 5’7” isn’t exactly a height anyone would be flaunting off. It’s not that I looked like Quasimodo though. I was just… average—nothing spectacular about me. On one particularly rainy day, Marcus approached me at my desk, wearing his favorite sky blue button-down. He leaned over the divider with a coffee in his hand and sipped it so loudly it echoed. “What are we gonna do about the rain? Do you wanna just move bar night to Wes’ condo again?” he asked. “Yeah, but have you asked him? We might still be banned since you wrecked his condo the last time.” Marcus flubbed his lips, nearly spilling his coffee on my desk. “Don’t worry about it! Wes’ll understand. Besides, this time we got someone to clean our shit.” “I’m not cleaning your mess this time, Marcus.” “Not you, stupid. I meant the new intern. Wes said he was coming in today.” I looked at him, puzzled. “What new intern? No one told me about any new interns.” “That’s because you never join the meetings.” “What? The last meeting we had was two months ago, and literally all we talked about was how you put red food coloring in the water tanks to make it look like we were drinking blood.” Marcus laughed. “Well, now we just have meetings at the bar. I managed to convince him to move our meetings to the conference room with the dancers.” He chuckled. I sighed. “Fine, whatever. What’s his name? The intern, I mean.” “Ah, wait.” Eric brought out his phone. “I’ll ask Wes.” We waited for the phone to pick up. As soon as we heard Wes’ voice, Marcus didn’t hesitate to yell. “Yo, Wes!” I could hear an audible sigh come from the phone. “What’s up, Marcus? I’m kinda busy right now.” “I just told Dory about the new intern, but I forgot his name. What was it again?” “Froy Adamson. 20 years old from Harbridge University. He just texted and said he was coming up. Could you two let him in and show him around? Thanks.” “Sure thing, sir.” Marcus bounced his head to the side and looked at me as if he were planning something. He always did his squinted eyes, raised eyebrows, and pouted mouth. It was a staple of his. He wasn’t fooling anyone doing a face like that. I wonder if he ever noticed. He put the phone back in his pocket. “Well, Dory, looks like you’ve got some more work to do.” I knew it. “Seriously? Didn’t he tell us to handle him? To-ge-ther?” Marcus shrugged. “Well, I’ve got some work to do, and I’m reeaally tired.” He yawned. “You can handle the kid by yourself, right?” I said yes, and he was off, walking back to his desk. I don’t know why I let him do this to me. He’s lucky he was hot. Before I could prepare myself for the new intern, there was a knock coming from the glass door. I got up and headed over. Only people without access cards couldn’t get in and had to knock, which meant it had to be the intern. If I heard correctly, his name was supposed to be Froy, and a student at Harbridge… damn, someone was loaded. I got to the glass door and saw him standing outside. He was wearing a black button-down with his sleeves rolled up and skintight black jeans. They must have been pretty big too since he looked like he had to be at least 6’1”. His jet black hair was short and cropped with little spikes sticking up. He had a cute face too. He had the most precious baby button nose and pronounced dimples, making him look younger than he actually was. I wouldn’t be surprised if girls crushed on him everywhere. He had a decently lean body, but he definitely had bodybuilder potential by the way his broad shoulders stuck outwards, much like Marcus’. However, it didn’t seem like he was the braggart type. If anything, he was a bookworm. He looked like he lived and breathed in a library. All he was missing was a pair of glasses, but instead, he had the most perfect eyelashes. The poor thing seemed soaked by the rain. I opened the door for him and let him come inside, causing him to shiver in his shirt from the cold, freezer-like office temperature. He smiled at me and giggled nervously. “Sorry, sir,” he said with a nervous smile. “I forgot to bring an umbrella. I didn’t think it would rain today.” My heart hadn’t fluttered in so long by a guy’s voice. The last time I felt this elevated was when I was still in college and chatting up the star football athlete before he got caught doping and got expelled. I missed having crushes like this. Thankfully, Froy seemed to be legal. A co-worker of mine already got fired once for having “intimate relations” with an underage intern. I wasn’t going to be next. “It’s fine. Are you Froy?” I asked. He nodded. “Yes, sir. I was supposed to start last week, but my mother had an emergency at the hospital, so I couldn’t leave.” “It’s fine, don’t worry. Family first,” I said. “Did you bring an extra shirt? You might get sick if you wear that wet shirt here all day.” “No, sir. I don’t have anything to change into. Sorry.” I grabbed his forearm. “It’s fine. Here, I’ll let you borrow one of my backup shirts.” “Sir, are you sure?” “Yeah, it’s fine.” I brought him to my desk where I grabbed him a seat. My co-workers who passed by would smile at him, enticed by his cute face and meek demeanor. He’d greet them back with a small wave and shy smile. Some people even came up and asked me if he was my new boyfriend. How many times did I have to tell everyone that I’ve never had a boyfriend before? They were just making the boy uncomfortable. I brought out a plain white shirt from my emergency kit and handed it over to him. He looked it over and thinking about it now, it was probably too small for him. Such was a con of being six inches shorter than someone. He held it up to the light, trying to estimate its size. “I don’t think it’s gonna fit,” I said. “Could I try it on, sir? Just to be sure?” “Sure, go ahead. Just don’t tear it.” I leaned back into my seat as I watched him begin unbuttoning his button-down. At the back of my mind, I knew this was leaning towards sexual harassment—and on the first day of his internship to boot—but I couldn’t help myself. The kid wasn’t reacting negatively either, so I guessed he was okay with it. A lawsuit was the last thing I needed. He started from the top-down, exposing his lean muscle underneath. He had a decently-sized chest for his leanness, and I never noticed how perky his nipples were underneath the black fabric either. There was no body hair on him too, just like Wes. “Nice abs,” I said. He blushed. “Ah, thank you, sir.” “You go to the gym or something? You play sports?” “No, sir. I used to be part of the gymnastics team, but I quit so I could focus on my studies.” Froy raised up his arms and tried squeezing into my shirt. He stuck his head through the tight hole and did his best to stretch out my shirt to fit in as much as possible. He looked ridiculous. It was like a man trying to wear a child’s dress. “You’ve still got a nice frame. If you went to the gym, I bet you could build it up easily,” I said. He looked ridiculous in my shirt. The sleeves didn’t even reach past his shoulders, so the fabric dug into his armpits. The shirt only reached the first set of abs, exposing his core and defined pelvis. It looked like a crop top. How he even got into something so tight is still a mystery to me. “Sir, I’m not sure I can wear this.” “Obviously.” I punched his abs. “Come on, let’s go ask someone else. I’m too short to be lending you my clothes.” “You’re not too short, sir.” “Yeah, you’re just too tall.” I told him to take off the shirt. He looked like he was in too much pain to be wearing something so ridiculous before we found a better replacement. As he raised it over his head and pulled his arms through the sleeves, he accidentally tore it down the side from the left sleeve down to the hem. He froze in panic. “Sir, I’m so sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to break your shirt. It was an accident, sir, I swear.” “Don’t worry about it,” I said. “It’s just a shirt.” His lean torso was now exposed to the cold of the office again, but at least he wasn’t squeezed so tightly in my shirt. I didn’t want to kill him before Marcus did. I couldn’t afford that kind of blood on my hands at my age. No way my salary was going to cover it. I led the tall kid over to Marcus’ desk at the other end of the office. Marcus looked visibly disturbed, watching in silence as I approached with a tall, shirtless kid following closely behind me. I didn’t know what he was going to say or do. His eyes just kept darting back and forth between us, seemingly asking me, “What the fuck is going on?” “Hey, Marcus, this is the intern, and he—” “Why is he shirtless?” Marcus interrupted. I looked back at Froy, looking lost as always. “He got wet in the rain, and I told him I’d get him a new shirt. I tried giving him mine, but, uh…” Marcus raised an eyebrow. “But what? Dory, I need to tell you as a friend that you are very small. Did you try lending him your shirt? Was it too small? Did you come all the way here, to my cubicle, while I’m working, to ask for a shirt from me?” “Yes.” “Alright, here you go.” Marcus dug into his drawer and tossed Froy a clean, black shirt. Froy looked confused but put on the shirt. It fit him perfectly. Thankfully, Marcus’ tailored shirts to fit his broad shoulders and chest fit Froy just right. It was a bit short at the hem though. His pelvis would peek whenever he moved, but he was well-covered. The sleeves also accentuated what muscle he had on his arms, as expected from Marcus. “I have to say though, he’s got a nice body,” Marcus said. “The ‘overtime work’ he’ll be doing later is gonna be a nice work-out.” “Marcus, he’s not a maid.” “And I’m not Frida Kahlo.” “You aren’t.” “Shut up,” Marcus said. “Hey, kid, you’ll be coming with us after work, right?” Froy’s eyes grew wide. “Uh…” “Marcus, it’s only his first day. He doesn’t even know our names yet!” “It’ll be fiiiine. My name’s Marcus Fringe, and there’s your Sir Dorian Yale. You can just call us Marcus and Dory. Our boss is Sir Wesley Smith: short, stocky Asian dude. You can call him Wes. If you ever wanna come work for us, you could be a part of our little circle of friends here. We got cookies.” “Oh, I like cookies,” Froy whispered. “Stop fucking with my intern, Marcus.” “You’re not my mom.” Wes’ office was right in front of Marcus’ cubicle. Any time Marcus made too much noise or whenever Wes would leave for the washroom and caught Marcus doing something stupid, Wes would be the first to scold him. He often threatened to lower his pay, but Marcus didn’t care. They were too close to actually do anything like that. As we were talking, the door to Wes’ office opened. He walked out, wearing a skintight banana yellow collared shirt that showed off his muscles and small gut. Every shirt in his wardrobe seemed to be skintight. I remember him telling us once that he was raised to only wear the tightest clothing because it makes you look bigger. He was only 5’6”, so I could understand why. “Why are you making so much noise, Marcus?” he asked, standing in the doorway. “Oh.” I waved at him. “Hi, sir. This is Froy, the intern. I was just asking Marcus for an extra shirt since he got wet in the rain.” “Well, take care of him then. Show him around the floor or something, I dunno,” Wes said. “Oh, and Dory…” “Yes, sir?” “Take him out with ya later, aight? We’re gonna have a little fun.” Oh god. “Yes, sir.” Wes was returning to his office when Froy spoke up. “Oh, sir!” he said. “How do I get through the door? I don’t have an access card.” “Hm? You don’t need an access card. You just grab the handle, twist it, then pull. That’s how you open a door.” “Wes, never speak again,” Marcus said. “What about this?” Wes whispered. “Or this ♪?” he sang. “I’m done,” I said. “And I’m just getting started!” He fired double finger guns at me with the silliest grin, laughing at himself immediately afterwards. We all separated and went back to our work for the day. I finished up the rest of my work as fast as I could so that I’d have more time to tour Froy around the building. It was just a hunch, but I thought he’d appreciate the convenience store. The store has an unlimited sundae cone deal where you could get as much ice cream as you wanted as long as it’s in one continuous swirl and it doesn’t fall over. When we got there, I saw his eyes light up like a child at the carnival. He wasted no time and immediately ordered a sundae cone. I didn’t even have to tell him. It seemed like he was used to doing this sort of thing already. By the time the ice cream was five inches tall, I was getting worried. It looked like it would fall at any moment. “Froy, are you sure you wanna keep going?” “Yes, sir! I’ve done this before. My mom calls me a master at this.” By the time it reached 8 inches tall, he stopped the machine. He stood still at first, watching it intently. It looked like he was trying to connect his soul to the sundae, becoming one with its spirit or something. When he finally got it to stabilize, he smiled. “See, sir?” he said. Then he raised it up and dunked it in his mouth, all the way down to the cone. My eyes grew wide. Froy just took in 8 inches of freezing cold sundae in his mouth like it was nothing. “What the fuck? Did you just eat the entire thing in one bite?” He nodded, still swallowing the ice cream. When he finished, he accidentally exhaled into my face, filling my nose with his cold, breath-infused chocolate smell. He apologized and offered to wipe it off my nose. I had to tell him to stop since he still had the cone to finish. “How the fuck did you do that?” “My brothers taught me when I was younger how to exercise my gag reflex so I could take in more things. I could fit a whole foot-long in my mouth too!” he said. “It just got kinda messy… so we had to stop.” His face sunk. The cute smile he wore faded away after it seemed like he remembered something. “What happened?” “They, uh, taught me to give them blowjobs when I was 12. I thought it was normal for a few years, then they got arrested for selling drugs when I was 15. My mother told me they were horrible to me and told me what they were doing to me was wrong. So now I’m trying to find a job to pay for my mother’s hospital bills since I’m her only family left. She already used up all her savings on my tuition.” I felt horrible for him and found myself hugging him. He was stiff and caught in surprise at first, but he softened up and wrapped his arms around me too. I didn’t know he lived like this. I couldn’t take advantage of someone like him. It wouldn’t be right. “I’m so sorry.” He gave his ice cream a quick lick. “Don’t worry, sir, it’s fine. I’m over it now. I still miss them though.” “Who? Your brothers? They molested you as a kid. You shouldn’t be missing them. They deserve to rot in prison.” “We used to play games every day outside our house. They even bought me a goldfish once for my 14th birthday since it was all they could afford with their own money. I named him Pudge.” We headed back to my desk upstairs after finishing his ice cream and filing for his access card. The issue with his brothers was something we didn’t want to bring up too much in case he got triggered. More than half the office had already gone home for the day. Marcus, Wes, and I planned to leave for Wes’ condo at 8pm with Froy together. After I finished up, I asked Froy if he was okay with it. It was only his first day as an intern. I wouldn’t be surprised if he declined. Who knows what we might have been planning to do to him outside office hours? “It’s okay with me, sir.” “Are you sure? I haven’t even told you what we were doing.” “Oh, uh,” he said before chuckling nervously. “We’re going to your sir Wes’s condo to drink. Wes and Marcus just want you to be their sober caretaker, so you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” Froy waved his hands. “Oh, no, sir, it’s okay with me. I’m used to being the sober one with my friends.” “Oh, okay. And don’t worry about something bad happening to you. None of us have ever done anything crazy before. Besides, Marcus is straight, and Wes is bi, but he has a family. I’m the only gay one here.” His eyebrows shot up. “You’re gay, sir?” “Yeah, why?” He looked away. “Nothing, sir.” That led me to wonder. Was he also gay? I guessed I could always figure that out some other time. After we packed up, we headed down to the basement carpark where Marcus and Wes were waiting for us at Wes’ truck. There were paper cups everywhere. It seemed like they’d been waiting there for a few years by the way they were lounging around and drinking coffee endlessly. When we got there, Marcus walked up to me and grabbed me by the shoulders. “What the fuck took you so long?” he asked. His pointed gaze shot into my skull. “You told me not to fuck with your intern, but is it really me you should be worrying about?” “We were just finishing up some shit. It took longer than expected. Sorry ‘bout it.” “Just get in the fucking truck already!” Wes yelled. “The vodka isn’t gonna drink itself!” I sat in the passenger seat, with Marcus and Froy in the back. It was the system we developed together when we first started hanging out at bars a few months ago. Marcus hated seatbelts and feeling claustrophobic, and I preferred the safety of the seatbelt. The three of us normally went out to the bar down the street on foot, but tonight, we decided to head to Wes’ condo instead to avoid the rain. The only thing different was that we had Froy with us. “Hey, kid, what was your name again?” Marcus asked. “Uh, sir, Froy Adamson, sir.” “Froy?” Marcus began to chuckle. He was visibly struggling to hold in his laughter. “Like fro-yo?” Froy was silent. “...Yes, sir. Frozen yogurt.” Marcus released his contained laughter, nearly keeling over his seat. Froy became worried and began to panic. Wes and I had to reassure him that making fun of people’s names was just something Marcus did on a daily basis to everyone around the office. Marcus was only a year younger than me, but he had the heart of a child that he never grew out of. We loved that about him. Marcus placed a hand on Froy’s shoulder. “I like this kid,” he said. Froy blushed. “I’m sure you do,” Wes said. “Everyone loves yogurt.” “Don’t predate on my intern, Marcus!” “I don’t wanna hear that from you, Dory!” Marcus said. “Hey, kid. I’ve been planning on going back to the gym again. If you ever wanna come with, just tell me, okay? You look like you’d be a great workout partner.” “Hey, what about me? Why do you ask the intern before your boss who you KNOW goes to the gym?” Wes asked. “How tall are you again, Wes?” Marcus asked. “Right now, about as high as your chances at a promotion, Marcus.” Marcus threw his arms around Wes’ seat. “Hey, come on! It was just a joke! It’s just too hard to be gym buddies with someone so short. Plus you’ve got that tiny gut.” “I can’t help it! Vodka might as well be my blood of Christ.” “So you’re a cannibal?” “What do you think happened to my first boyfriend?” The conversation continued for the next half hour on the road. Froy and I remained silent for the most part while Marcus and Wes bantered, with us being brought in every so often as jokes. Marcus couldn’t let go of “fro-yo.” The rain blocked the streets and kept us in traffic longer than we would have wanted. Wes began getting calls from his wife, asking about where he was since his kids were getting impatient after being locked up for so long. When we got to the forest separating Wes’ condo complex from the city district, Marcus brought out these small white pills he hid inside a tic-tac box. The resemblance was uncanny. Froy and I watched him, unaware of what the pills would do. No one was around to help if Marcus did something stupid. “Hey, Wes. You want a tic-tac?” Marcus asked. Froy and I watched in silence, fully aware of what Marcus was trying to do. “If you’re trying to bribe me for a pay raise again, it’s gonna take more than a tic-tac this time.” “No, seriously, come on. It’s just a candy. Completely free. No strings attached.” Wes held out a hand, and Marcus placed one on his palm. “This better not be another one of your fucking pranks, Marcus. The last one is still giving my kids diarrhea.” Wes threw the small white pill in his mouth without any hesitation. Suddenly, his stomach grumbled loudly. “God damn it, Marcus.” Marcus laughed and slammed his hand repeatedly against the back of Wes’ seat. Froy shifted closer to the door in fear. “What did you give him, Marcus?” I asked. “Dying in a car crash with you was not on my list of things to-do today.” “Mine too,” Froy mumbled. “Relax! It’s harmless. I already tried it on my dog, and nothing happened to her.” “I’m not a dog, Marcus! I’m your boss!” “And I’m not a scientist!” “That doesn’t make things any better, Marcus—Oh, my god... what the fuck is going on...” Wes looked uncomfortable, shifting around like there was a cactus on his seat. I looked down and saw that he was growing a tent in his pants. At first, I thought it was just viagra, but then a wet spot began to form. Wes’ face was red as a tomato and was completely speechless. I could smell the familiar smell that filled my room after school as a kid. Wes came. He came right in front of all of us. He didn’t even have to touch himself or do anything for it either. I looked back at Marcus and Froy, and Marcus’ face was frozen in a face of pure glee. He had the expression of a child witnessing Santa for the first time and couldn’t be happier. Froy on the other hand was completely mortified. The poor thing didn’t know how to react. Wes was barely able to keep his focus on the road because of the way he was feeling. He just came in his pants. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what that pill did to him. Wes stopped the truck at a nearby tree and turned off the truck, running out and checking the damages at a tree out of sight. The three of us followed suit. Marcus didn’t even look the least bit guilty about what he just did. Froy stood by me, waiting and watching for what happened next. “What the fuck did you give me?” Wes asked. Marcus waved his hands in the air. “Nothing! I swear it was just a bunch of random shit I found in my kitchen. I didn’t think it would do anything.” “Well, it did! Now my favorite pants are ruined.” Wes stepped back into the moonlight where we saw a massive wet spot all over his crotch. If we didn’t know it was cum, we might’ve mistaken it for piss just by its sheer quantity. I didn’t think it was possible to cum so much. Judging by the defined outline running down his left thigh as well, it seemed he was hiding more than just one secret. The short man had to compensate somewhere. “God damn it, Marcus.” “Come on, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean it. I was gonna try it on myself, but I wanted to see if it—” “If it killed me?” “Well, no, but—” “I can’t believe I already wet myself… I haven’t even had a fucking bottle yet. You owe me for this.” Marcus shot me a look of relieved anguish, knowing he wasn’t going lose his job or his friendship. He walked up to Wes and helped him clean up by the tree. While Wes and Marcus were off cleaning up, Froy and I wandered a bit off to the forest to take in the beautiful nighttime scenery overlooking the city. The city lights shined brightly over the trees. They gave off an iridescent spotlight-lit night sky that shadowed the tree leaves and branches, blocking out the stars but lighting up the darkness. “This is a great view,” I said. “Yes, sir,” Froy replied. As we were enjoying our quiet time alone together, Froy noticed what looked like a shooting star in the empty sky. Wes and Marcus came over and joined us in staring at the falling light. A thought occurred to me, however, that this was not how falling stars normally worked. It looked as though it were literally falling out of the sky. I’m pretty sure falling stars aren’t supposed to look like they’re coming straight at us. “Hey, that’s no fucking shooting star, you idiots! That’s a meteor!” Wes said. “Hide behind something!” We could barely react when we saw that it was already a building’s height away from us. Froy and I hid behind a nearby tree. Marcus sprinted across to the truck with Wes. The burning rock rang a piercing loud screech in our ears before crash landing into the clearing between us and the truck. Flaming debris flew everywhere, covering the area in a black soot. Smoke filled the air for a good few minutes until we were able to breathe and see things again. All four of us emerged from our hiding spots and eyed the strange rock. Froy, Wes, and I approached it hesitantly, watching it from a distance in case it had any surprises waiting to pop out and do some serious harm. It could have had some new viruses or small flesh-eating aliens hiding inside. I highly doubted our job’s insurance program covered space AIDS. Meanwhile, while three of us were being careful, Marcus decided to make a headstart and gingerly walked up to it. He stuck out his hands and felt the intense heat emanating from the meteor. “What are you doing, Marcus?! Get back here where it’s safe,” Wes said. Marcus looked back and smiled. “Relaaax, it’s not gonna do anythingI” When the rest of us got to surround the meteor, it seemed to have cooled off. All four of us examined it closely, checking for any dangerous movements or glowing substances sticking out. For the next few minutes, it just seemed like it was a regular, boring old rock—from space. It didn’t grow a face and sing show tunes like I expected. I’d be lying if I said wasn’t disappointed. “It just seems like a rock,” Froy said. “Obviously,” Marcus said. “But what’s inside?” “If it's anything like your head, not much,” Wes said. “Then there’s nothing to worry about, right?” Marcus stepped into the crater and slammed his hands onto the meteor. He began pressing down on it with his body weight, trying to pressure it to crack open and reveal whatever monstrosity was inside of it. Froy and I backed away while Wes stepped forward and tried prying Marcus off of it. “Marcus, what are you doing?! Stop!” “I just wanna see what’s inside! It might have space diamonds, Wes!” Marcus let out a yell as he used all his strength and cracked open the meteor. From the crack, a neon green liquid splurged out, spilling onto Marcus’ shirt. He panicked, wondering what the hell the scentless, luminescent goo was, when suddenly the crack opened up further. It erupted, blasting a mortified Marcus with the strange gunk. He was covered head to toe, front to back, unable to even open his mouth or eyes in pure horror. The meteor now looked unstable. It was rumbling, and cracks began spreading from where Marcus first breached its outer shell. More and more of the green liquid spurted out. It didn’t seem long before it would explode. Marcus grumbled for help, running towards Wes. “Hey, stop! Don’t get that shit on me! I just got my pants dry!” Wes yelled. Before Marcus could even get to him, the meteor exploded. Nuclear green slime flew everywhere. Marcus got blasted back onto the ground by the sheer amount he was covered in. He didn’t look like he could move very well at all anymore. Wes was yelling out Marcus’ name when the goo flew into his mouth and covered his entire front from head to toe. I could hear him yelling as he swallowed it. “Sir!” As the meteor exploded towards us, Froy ran up to me. He used his body as a shield to block me from the slime, with his back spread out against the meteor. I looked up at him and saw fear in his eyes. Neither of us could move from where we were as we were frozen in absolute shock about what just happened. The meteor settled down, and there was green slime absolutely everywhere. It coated the trees, the grass, the soil, everything. Marcus was absolutely drenched in it, struggling to even stand up. Wes ran to a tree and began vomiting, trying to expel whatever he swallowed and trying to get himself clean again. Froy’s entire backside and his arms were completely covered. He shook his body as much as he could to try and get it off of him. “What the fuck just happened?” I asked. “That fucking—pfthuh—piece of shit meteor just fucking exploded!” Wes yelled, spitting out the remnants. “Are we going to fucking die?!” Marcus yelled, on his knees, crying in anguish at the sky, looking like a grotesque smile monster. “I don’t wanna fucking die, god!” “This is all your fault!” Wes said. “I’m fucking aware of that, Wes! I wasn’t expecting the meteor to be a fucking water balloon filled with green shit!” “Okay, everyone, just relax!” I said. “We just need to get clean and report this to the police so they can clean it up or something.” Marcus and Wes turned and glared at me, clean and dry from head to toe. “We can’t tell anyone about this! If the authorities find out we fucked with some meteor and got caught with some disease, then we might be forced to spend time in a lab until we die,” Wes said. Marcus pointed at me. “And why the fuck are you dry? Did you tell your little boytoy intern to be your shield?!” “No, he ran up to me himself. I didn’t tell him to do anything, Marcus.” “Fucking shit, man…” I stood watch by the truck while Froy, Wes, and Marcus cleaned themselves up by the river. It was nearly midnight when they got back looking absolutely exhausted after trying to get every drop of slime off their bodies for the past few hours. They dumped all their clothes in Wes’ gym bag and got into his truck in nothing but wet underwear. ‘Uncomfortable’ could not even begin to explain the atmosphere. I couldn’t even be bothered to appreciate all the hot, semi-naked bodies surrounding me when I was still reeling over what the hell just happened. I’d already seen all of them shirtless before at least once, but I had yet to see Froy’s business. Did he prefer boxers or briefs? Was he a shower or a grower? It didn’t seem that important. All I knew was that Wes was thick and hung like a motherfucker. “This has to be our secret, got it?” Wes said. “No one else can know about this.” We all agreed. None of us were in the mood to get dissected or experimented on for the rest of our lives. As Wes drove away, heading to his condo, I took one last look back at the scene. The meteor looked like a cracked egg that got blown up in a microwave. However, what seemed strange to me was how there seemed to be a lot less slime than before. What used to be a complete sheet of glowing green slime over everything was now mostly back to normal with some freckles here and there. It must have either dissipated in the atmosphere or got absorbed into the ground. Either way, it didn’t seem like that was just going to end there. I could feel in my gut that this wasn’t the last time this meteor was going to be a part of our lives. If the slime did get absorbed in the ground and trees, then what would happen with humans? There was no way they didn’t at least absorb some of it. There was just no way. Regardless, this was going to be our secret from now on. It seemed our little threesome just became a foursome.
  3. photoguy

    brothers Fraternal - P 8 up now

    Hey guys, Longtime lurker who’s finally decided to take the plunge. Not much exposition here - suffice it to say the characters are 18+ fraternal twin high school seniors, one of whom is developing a bit faster than the other... Anyway, definitely not literature; I just want us all to nut like crazy till we’re dehydrated. ************** Fraternal Part 1: Daydream Believer Matt stared off into space, blocking out the droning teacher, dreaming about his twin bro. Fuck, what if Derek kept growing? What if he shot up and out, towering over him, hitting 7’? His massive, sweaty muscles hulking with veins and striations, bulging and flexing rock hard with man power. He’d storm into their bedroom, casually breaking the door down with one massive fist, ducking down and turning sideways to squeeze through the opening... “What the fuck?!” “Sorry lil bro, but I got so fuckin horny workin out! I need your ass,” Derek growled, his deep bass voice matching his ruggedly handsome, thickly bearded teen face and gigantic body. His veiny monster dick was rock hard and leaking a thick rope of precum, slanted off to the side and ripping through the heavy material of his shorts. Derek flexed his abs and cock hard, blowing his shorts and jockstrap apart completely, his monster dick flipping upward and slinging precum onto his briefcase-sized pecs and into his thick teen beard. A big rope hung off his heavy mustache, right over the full lips, and his incredibly long powerful tongue unfurled to lap the salty goo off sensually. Derek strode over to the bed, his huge feet thudding. He reached down and grabbed Matt by the throat, his giant paw wrapping easily around the jock’s neck. He lifted his bro out of bed with one fluid motion, barely registering the weight on his hulking arm. He dangled Matt in midair. Their eyes were completely level, while Matt hung eight inches off the floor. “Enough talk. Fuck time!” Derek roared, flipping Matt around and impaling his beefy ass on the dripping, veiny 13” long x 3” diameter monster dick, the apple-sized cockhead busting past his glutes and stretching his ring wide open. Matt saw with horror in the mirror that he no longer had a tight puckered little manhole, but thanks to Derek’s repeated battering a gaping, sloppy, loose-lipped mancunt hung from his jock boy ass and hugged the giant meat wetly. His back arched as he begged for more, goading his twin into a frenzy of musclefucking, globs of hot precum belching out of his red, prolapsed, destroyed pussy, the massive cock distending his abs like some kind of alien invader. Matt watched through tears as Derek’s incredible girth dragged his guts inside out, filling him like no other man could. Suddenly Derek gripped his side hard with one huge paw, slamming Matt down until Derek’s dick was buried to the orange-sized balls. He flexed hard, a full body flex that made the veins on his muscles and cock surge, forcing him to grow outrageously bigger, stretching out Matt’s already wrecked asshole and lifting his body up. “Unnnf... so fuckin BIG...” he moaned, clamping his mancunt down and suddenly erupting like the fucktoy slut his bro’s muscle and dick had transformed him into. “Grrr, yeah, fuckin’ big.. an’ gettin’ BIGGER!” Derek growled, suddenly straightening up his towering body and flexing to appreciate his new height and power, Matt’s whole body weight supported easily by Derek’s steel-hard monster. Razor-cut striations jutted out even more across the insanely muscled expanse of this body, while veins pulsed and bulged even thicker. Fuck, Derek was noticeably bigger and leaner than he was earlier that day, bulging with raw masculinity and dripping with sweat. He felt Derek’s balls swell and tighten up as the first cannon blasts of cum began to batter his guts, his gaping pussy meat sliding up the veiny shaft from the force... RRRRING! Matt snapped to attention back in class, dick spent and dripping down his leg, as the bell rang.
  4. It’s Friday fight night at the local illegal underground bare knuckle club, its well hidden so no issues with the police finding out. It was set up a few month ago by 24 yr old Johnny D’eath, allowing him to vent his anger and impose his dominance in the only way he knew, beating people to within an inch of there lives. Many people have been hospitalised and some even paralysed by him. No one has come close to even hurting him, the majority of the crowd turn up just to watch him slaughter the poor folk taking him on. Johnny has large advantage due to his monster 350lb frame which is covered in huge juicy unbelievably strong muscle, built up over the years through roid abuse, big eating and very heavy gym work, a recent bench press pb of 240kg for 15 reps proves he is one strong fucker!!! But……………. Following Johnny to every fight meeting and being his gym partner is his 18yr old brother Bobby. Johnny started taking Bobby to the gym with him 3 years ago as bobby wanted to be big and strong like his brother, back then Johnny was still a very respectable 230lb and was one of the strongest guys in the gym. The 2 brothers would train every day for 2 and a half hours, working a single body part each day. From early on training together Johnny knew there was something different about Bobby, even at 15 Bobby was adding some serious weight to his lifts on a regular basis. By the time his 17th birthday came along he was benching 180kg for fun, 1 rep maxing at 215kg. It was around this time that Johnny started hitting the roids big time, Bobby wanted a piece of the action too, seeing how well he had trained natural, his brother agreed to let him take them too. Back to the present day, and this really where the story begins…… So here we have Johnny on the top and Bobby on the bottom….. It’s 630pm, the two brothers have just finished having there high carb high protein meal, both meals in excess of 5000 cals, both are growing boys!!! Bobby is even more happier tonight as he will be fighting for the first time. “ Fuuuck bro can’t wait to fight tonight, I’ve been ready for ages and its finally happening” Bobby say joyfully as they start walking to the underground area. “ I feel sorry for the poor guy who has to take me on bro, what was it, 6 punch bags I’ve destroyed this past few weeks, even made a dent in that steel pillar a few times haha!!” Johnny looked at his pumped up, juiced up brother and smiled "yes bro, I can't believe how strong you gotten, I must admit I was no where near as strong as you when I was 18, I thought my genetics were awesome , but jeeez yours are on another level" Although he didn’t want to admit it, Johnny was very envious of his little bros superior size and strength gains for his age, at 18 Johnny was a athletic 150lb, at the same age is Bobby is a bulky 200lb. Bobby beamed in delight still “ yeah bro what was it I was benching for fun the other day? fuck man, 210 kilo benchpress at 18!!! Im only 30kg behind you, jeez I’ll be surpassing you soon!!!” “ Yeah that was majorly impressive , 20 reps , damn!! Surpass me, we’ll see about that soon enough!!!” Johnny replied, sounding confident, but deep down he knew his bro would begin destroying him strength wise very soon. But in a show of wanting to keep his authority for the time being, he stops, grabs bobby from behind and under the armpits and lifts bobby off the floor, Bobbys bulky weight means that johnny cant hoist him too high but its still a fair few feet of the ground. He squeeze his lats but comes up against the granite hardness of them. "Fuck my little bro has muscles of steel" Johnny exclaims, “ wow I’m impressed!!” Bobby chortles, “ hows this for impressive then…..” he begins to flare his lats which breaks his brothers grip instantly, bobby lands on his feet and turns round to face his bro “ did you look this good and feel this strong at 18 bro” For the first time ever, Johnny was beginning to feel inferior to his much smaller but insanely strong bro. "Well bob, you know what I looked like at 18! 18 yr old me would bet destroyed by you I have no fear in that" Bobby smiled cockily, “ yeah you got that right bro, would be a much closer match now I reckon!” Without warning he wraps his arms round his brothers waist and lifts him with a little ease off the ground, then puts him down “ 350lb for one!!! I’m one freaky strong 18yr old, no one is gonna beat me are they” “mmmpphhh....oh....fuuuck....mmmmph” Johnny trys to wriggle free but he cant shake free of the tremendous power and incredible unstoppable strength of his bro. “ Jeeez bro, where you been hiding that power!!!” Bobby looks at his bro, “ Well didn’t want to show my bro up to early now do i!!!” he winks dominantly at his bro. Johnny inwardly gulps hard, what has his bro turned into. Around 10 mins later they arrive at the venue, an expecting crowd already building, they walk through to the competitiors area. Both of them eye up the other fighters, all huge and built except one guy who was more a athletic build, “ good luck to him huh bro” Johhny says. " Yeah bro, he definitely wont last long, but holy shit man, some of these guys are mountains, I bet we’d destroy em all though bro haha” Bobby replies. "Of course bro, no ones beating us, let's go get changed" Johnny says Once in the changing room they take off their tops and get changed into gym shorts and barefoot. Johnnys legs were of course huge, but he looked at Bobbys and although smaller they still had some thick thick muscle piled on them. “Fuck bro, you even have thick legs now, they look solid as, remember years ago when in the changing room I impressed you by wrapping my thick legs around a chair and crushing it with my legs?" – Johnny looks at a chair in front of them both. "I bet you can't do that." The skinny athletic guy is a few metres from them, he is staring at them both but more intently at bobby. Bobby looks at his with a new found dominant look, “ bro I have legs that a full grown man would be proud of, SO bearing that in mind do you think that chair would be a match for me, but I’ll prove it anyway.........!” Bobby walks to the chair, he gives the watching skinny guy a evil look he shakes visibly, he wraps his legs round the chair and squeeze, within seconds it shatters into pieces. Johnny looks open mouthed "fuck, that shit is sick man, no time at all!” A bulge was beginning to appear in his shorts when mercifully the starter bell rang. They call the first fighting match, its Bobby versus the skinny athletic guy. Bobby walks uber confidently into the ring, the other guy too but he is looking shit scared after witnessing bobbys strength in the changing area. The match starts Bobby confidently walks around the ring eying up his visibly shaken opponent, as bobby gets closer to him, the size difference is clear for all to see, both fighters hands out boxing style, Bobby eggs the skinny guy on to make the first move, he takes the bait, he comes at him with a left hook, bobby easily dodges it and grabs his arm, he easily yank it to the side, CRACK, his shoulder shatters form the force, in the same movement bobby balls up his fist and aims a 25% strength punch to his face, breaking his nose entirely he falls on the floor. There is a audible gasp from the watching crowd at how ruthless that was, Johnny looks on, face one of joy and thoughts of “fuuuuuuuck!!” The guy stands up gingerly and scared like hell he bolts towards Bobby and lands a punch in bobbys stomach and one in the face. Bobby don’t even flinch, the skinny guy continues to pound his mid section with punches but non of them coming anywhere near close to hurting Bobby, he’s probably doing more harm to himself. Bobby just laughs at him, “ that all you got kid I’m bored “ with one shove of his arm he sends him flying into the fence. Bobby cracks his neck and knuckles and dominantly bounds over to him, fists charged, he then starts an onslaught of his own on the guys abs, using around 65% of his power bobby lay siege, each punch hitting there mark, destroying his abs with every punch, each punch came with a loud cry, left right left right he pounds for a good 2 mins, he steps back , the guy is barely conscious, his stomach is ballooned with bloody welts the size of melons. The referee takes one look at the skinny guy and instantly call it off the guy is not going to last much longer if it continues, the ref tries to hold bobby off "Ok man you got this match" Bobby looks at the judge “ get your hands of me “ he gives the death stare the ref backs away, Bobby turns and looks at his bro, he gives him a look that says, “its my time now!!!” Johnny gulps, wondering what his bro is going to do, looking at him, his big bulky body looking uber solid, ready to destroy again. Bobby walks over to the puny guy, grabs him by his neck and easily lift him high in the air, he turns in a circle to show everyone, the crowd gasp again at the young hunks power, gurgling, struggling to breath, the skinny guy hangs there. Bobby walks right over to where his brother is’ “Consider me an alpha now BOY” Bobby raises his other arm to reveal his young teen but masculine, sweaty hairy pits, the aroma oozing out of it fills his bros nostrils, Bobby stuffs the guys head in the deep crevice between his pits and lats and begins lowering his arm over the guys head like a vice starts easily crushing his head, within seconds his head caves in on itself, bobby raises his arm and lets the corpse fall on the floor. Bobby hits a most muscular pose and growls dominantly in his brothers face.
  5. Damsou

    brothers Rubin and Reval

    Good morning all ! First post for me. I write unpretentiously and just hope my readers have a good time. My story is inspired by real characters but the text is obviously entirely fictionalized. To conclude, I would like to say that I am French and that my English is unfortunately very bad. I am using an online translator who I hope will not betray my writing. Sorry if the machine translation ever hurts the eyes. Good reading ! Rubin and Reval The old Mitsubishi Lancer skimmed the boiling asphalt. As too often in California, this afternoon was scorching. The Russian twins had a meeting with Rubin's opponent at 2 p.m. at an old, little-used gymnasium in town. The owner of the place was a 51-year-old former bodybuilder, more famous for his trafficking in anabolics and organizing illegal fights than for his feats of arms as an athlete. In the industry, he said to himself that he was an unscrupulous man, but also that he was the best at generating as many dollars as possible per fight. He had promised the twins $ 300 for Rubin's presence and $ 1,400 if Rubin won over his opponent. In other words, the stakes were very high for the boys because this money would allow them to pay their two annual gym memberships and even provide them with a few months of rent. But at this price, Reval was well aware that his brother would have a formidable opponent and that the victory was not won in advance. Rubin himself, true to himself and strong from all his previous victories, was very confident. Too much? Reval was driving the car towards the meeting place. He was focused on his GPS so as not to miss the directions but couldn't help but look at his brother. He turned his head away briefly but regularly. Rubin wore a black t-shirt with a white “GYMSHARK” lettering on the front. His massive muscle mass was so compressed in it and the text so stretched by his swollen pecs, that the letters at the ends were found under his arms. Arms or his shoulders and biceps in balls, finished martyring the top of the garment. Even though the twins both displayed extraordinarily thick, muscular build for two 20-year-olds, Rubin had been a cut above since the start of the year and Reval had noticed. He was not jealous of his brother's body but felt great pride in him. Somehow, he was also reassured that his twin was arming himself with muscles because Rubin's newfound passion for fighting worried him a lot. He no longer expressed this concern directly to his brother since Rubin was in a relationship with Stacy. He knew the subject was conflicting enough between Rubin and his girlfriend not to add to it and felt it was his role to support his twin. As silence reigned in the car, the female voice of the GPS was heard to indicate the end of the journey. The boys’s car had just entered a backyard in a poor residential area in the suburbs of LA, at the end of which was a red brick building with soberly written on it: GYM. Pulling up ahead, in the middle of three other vehicles, Reval and Rubin looked at the facade. The whole structure looked old and poorly maintained. The bricks were bleached from years of sunlight and both grimy in the seams, the window grilles were rusted away and the letters GYM would most likely fall off on the next earthquake. Reval switched off the ignition of the car and addressed his brother: "You're ready?" In his head, he was hesitant to tell her they could still turn around. But that thought was immediately interrupted by Rubin's response. “Of course, let's win this fight!” he retorted with his usual aplomb. The twin bodybuilders got out of their vehicle and pushed open the door to the gym. Like the outside, everything inside was shabby. Floor, ceiling, walls and machines weighed down the years. Large cobwebs suggested that the room was uncrowded. However, a strong smell of perspiration mixed with that of dust was there to remind that the room was still used and would even be used today for combat. In the middle of the room, in a space where the weight machines seemed to have been removed, were four men in a semi-circle. Rubin wasted no time in spotting his opponent. The only one about his age and like him very bodybuilt. He was of Hispanic descent, black hair tinted with blond highlights, a red cap worn upside down on his head, earrings, and a huge chain that surmounted his white tank top. He looked a little shorter than the Russian twins, but he was severely built. It was clearly a block of muscles at Rubin's height. A man of about fifty stepped forward. It was Darren the boss of the hall and organizer of the fight. “You are finally here!” he exclaimed, patting Rubin's muscular back. The latter did not fail to glare at him; letting him know that the friendly pat on the back was the first and last time. Still with his cold gaze, Rubin replied: “I am there, yes. Do you have the money? " Reval, just behind his brother, congratulated himself without saying a word that his brother locked the conditions of the fight. “Ahah, trust doesn't rule out control” jokes the 50-year-old with a half-smile. "It is precisely because we do not trust you that we want to see the color of the banknotes" Annoyed, staring coldly, the organizer waves his hand to one of the other two adults in the room. A man between 40 and 50, who walks towards the twins with a thick pencil case. He opens the case and plunges his hand into it. He takes out a small wad of bills and hands it to Reval. "Here is your brother's $ 300." He spreads and tilts the case to show a much larger wad of bills. “The rest for the winner of the fight.” exclaimed Darren, the event organizer. Rubin and Reval pretended not to be surprised but were hallucinating at the amount of money they had just seen in this kit. They knew she would solve a lot of their financial problems and make it easier for them to stay in the United States. Quite quickly Reval got his feet back on the ground and told his brother to get ready. Rubin complies and takes off his black t-shirt. Even though he is used to taking his clothes off, he struggles and takes a while to remove the piece of cloth from his very massive torso. In the process, he takes off his gorilla wear shoes and his jogging. Rubin now wears only a push-up boxer brief and shows everyone his massive muscles. His pecs are well rounded, rounded and massive. His broad, round shoulders, with a striated deltoid, call for a massive biceps and triceps. Her trapezoids, like her entire back, are very wide and voluminous. Her thighs like trunks dangerously stretch the push-up boxer briefs. Just like his muscular and rounded buttocks. Even his calves are worked and look like huge pebbles. Her entire body is aesthetic and showcases her Russian beauty. Everyone in the room admired the musculature of this young man of only 20 years. The organizer, Darren, approaches Rubin. “What an extraordinary condition! He remembers the warning from the young Russian bodybuilder and this time he only touches Rubin with his eyes. Examining closely each of his large muscles with the strong temptation to feel them to measure their strength. He waves to someone again, but this time to the 3rd man present. The one he hadn't introduced to us yet and who had wisely stayed away. The man in his forties was puny. He seemed to weigh no more than 130 lbs in an old, faded Harley Davidson t-shirt. A hollow face and shoulder-length, dirty-looking hair under a throw-away cap. "This is Edward to you." Darren announced. “He's the one who will be filming the fight in real time for the networks.” As soon as his name and “role” were spoken, the man started filming Rubin with a latest generation smartphone. Rubin inflated his muscles instinctively and showed a certain annoyance at this freak who was circling around him. "Calm down Rubin," Reval whispered in his brother's ear. “I recognize this guy. He has already filmed one of your fights. ” Sure enough, the one called Edward had a pseudonym of “the mole”. It is this low-key and "filthy" man, who one could pejoratively qualify as a geek, who had his entries in the clandestine fights to diffuse the confrontations on the Internet. Over the years he had built up a big network and transmitted secure links to his viewers so that they could watch these forbidden fights. He also extended the broadcasting of the fights on the darkweb of which he controlled all the cogs. It was finally thanks to this man, who did not look very much, that the organizers of clandestine fights were able to expand their audience and recover large sums of money. It was a little rainy and sunny because his pre-fight videos strongly influenced the bets. Thus, Reval knew that this man had to continue filming his brother so that the web could measure the power of his body. "Good!" Darren called out, clapping his hands. “We settled the financial side of the fight.” “The battle bonus is therefore a minimum of $ 1,400 and may increase depending on the betting craze.” “Bets will be closed as soon as the fight starts.” Rubin and Reval met their gazes at the announcement. They pretended to remain impassive. Inside, they both relished the idea of making even more money if they won. Moment abruptly interrupted by Darren speaking again: “Let me introduce you to your opponent from the day Rubin.” “This is Juan, a young bodybuilder of Mexican origin.” “Even though you have a slight height difference, you're both 20 and he weighs exactly your weight, 216 lbs.” “Juan Vidal has been fighting for me for 4 years.” Reval looked at his brother seriously. The news of the Mexican's muscle mass and his years of underground fighting did not reassure him. He would undoubtedly be experienced and could compete with Rubin's massive musculature. It was then that the Mexican walked over to Rubin while removing his clothes to find himself in push-up boxers too. His muscle mass was spread over only 1m64 and made him bestial. Everything seemed thick about him and the first thing that came to mind when he saw him was that his body was cut out for wrestling. It must have been very difficult to move it because it was so compact. All of his protruding muscles were marked with dark spots, barely noticeable on his brown skin. They were the stigmas of many bruises received while fighting. The twins then realized that this adversary had the experience Rubin still lacked. While Rubin and Juan scrutinized each other, Edward, “the mole”, didn't miss a beat of the two bodybuilders’s bodies and fed the gamblers with a live video that quickly went viral. Even though this number did not correspond to the number of real punters, the video was watched simultaneously by 4,250 people! Reval, who was also following the video on his phone, couldn't believe it. The number continued to rise the closer the fight got. As he saw his brother on the screen, with a certain pride, he scrolled through the comments that flourished under the video. The majority of the messages emphasized the incredible musculature of the two opponents or more simply expressed their hope for the winner. Some comments from the female sex marked their adoration for Rubin's beauty which instantly made Reval smile. Edward the mole walks up to Reval as he continues to film the facing fighters. “Your brother is all the rage on the networks!” “Its coast is below Juan but you can congratulate yourself on the level reached.” “For someone 'new' to underground fighting, I don't think I've seen such a craze among punters before.” Edward added. While listening to the congratulations from “the mole,” Reval looked at the coastline displayed below the video. 2.12 for Juan Vidal (mexico) and 1.92 for Rubin Minnek (russia). Reval lifts his head from his phone and looks ahead. His brother Rubin and the Mexican are pec against pec and look down on each other. Their massive pecs come together as a first challenge ahead of time. The tension clearly escalates and a shiver runs through Reval who feels compelled to come between his brother and the Mexican. He is between the two and against his will, reinforces the tension between the opponents. “Get out of Reval!” Rubin snapped menacingly. As a twin, never in 20 years had his brother spoken to him like that. Reval immediately understood that he had done wrong and immediately stepped aside from the fighters. Forgiving in the moment the aggressive reaction of his brother, whom he knew was under increasing pressure. "Calm down, calm down ..." Darren said, intervening in turn. "Keep your animosity to make us a good fight." Under his false air of benevolence, the organizer aspired only to a long and violent fight; to create a buzz and secure the future of its activities. As he motioned a glance at the two boys, he brought his hands together and pointed with his fingertips at the center of the room. Meaning that the fight was about to begin. The two young bodybuilders face each other. Their muscular bodies stuck in their simple push-up boxers contract. The eyebrows are furrowed and the faces closed. The tension was palpable and almost instantly everyone in this room got sweaty hands. The silence is heavy. Suddenly, Darren threw up his hands to mark the start of the fight. He pulls away almost as quickly to clear the field. Russian and Mexican begin to circle. They each analyze the other's way of moving. They take turns putting their huge chests forward to pretend to attack and judge the opponent's reaction. Rubin launches hostilities by rushing at his opponent with determination. With his full reach, he sends a right hook and a left hook almost simultaneously, which hit his opponent's face. Despite the obvious power of the blows, the latter takes them without retreating. That's when Rubin puts his hands firmly on Juan's towering trapezoids and lifts his knees powerfully in the direction of the Mexican's abdomen. With professional swiftness, Juan swerves to the side and dodges the charge like a toreador. Rubin throws his knee into the void. After Rubin's interrupted show of force, the two young bodybuilders start circling again while staring at each other. The looks are chilling and say a lot about the level of animosity between the two boys. Rubin charges Juan once again. His biceps pumped up and his fists firmly locked, he throws a series of rights in the middle of his opponent's temple. The Mexican has a face that deforms on impact, but his beef neck keeps his head in line. He doesn't take his eyes off Rubin with a murderous gaze. Rubin, on the strength of the success of his assaults, does not release the pressure. he swings a majestically executed high kick in the direction of the Mexican. To everyone's surprise, the blow is narrowly avoided by Juan who manages to grab the ankle of the young Russian with incredible speed. The action is quick and Rubin finds himself subdued by his opponent, his ultra-muscular leg stretched in the air, rendered harmless. Rubin grimaces as his opponent lifts his leg higher and higher and forces him to strain his adductors. The action takes place in seconds, but as the young Russian bodybuilder begins to lose his balance, the Mexican sends a monstrous uppercut with his free hand into Rubin's crotch. The sound of shock echoes through the room and Rubin screams in pain as he collapses to the floor. Juan puffs up his pecs and displays a proud, sadistic smile as Rubin pulls aside, crawling his hand across his scarred thigh. Reval watches the scene helplessly. It wasn't the first time he had seen his brother take a hit but what he had just seen was a low blow that could definitely leave his brother on the ground. Like everyone else here, he had heard the sound of the fist on Rubin's massive thigh and that sound was the measure of the Mexican's power. The heavy silence in the room left just room for the moans of the young Russian bodybuilder. ...
  6. tester26

    m/m Sup Bro?

    A Sean and Billy Story This is a pastiche of many inspirations - too many to recall exactly where they all came from. "Sup bro!” Sean walked into Billy’s room, his massive frame filling the width of the door. Billy saw something he had never seen outside of his hottest, most secret fantasies. A skintight white T-shirt looked about to shred over his big brother's now unbelievably massive young musclebod. Huge, gigantically veined arms hung out to each side of his brother's towering frame while a pair of mammoth legs spread wide apart to accommodate the biggest, most gigantic quads Billy had ever seen. His little brother's compression pants were so packed with ass, muscle, and cock that Billy whimpered and came, uncontrollably, in his pants. Through the almost blinding orgasm, Billy saw his little bro's body had become twice, maybe three times the size of any pro bodybuilder in the world. Huge bulging pectorals easily the size of soccer balls pushed freakishly beneath his tight T-shirt. Each gigantic pec was clearly defined beneath the straining fabric. The T-shirt caught helplessly in the unbelievably deep cleavage between his tits. Thin, straining fabric clung like shrink-wrap around the deep, unbelievably distinct cuts beneath his monster pecs. His muscletits had become so huge they pulled the front of his shirt up to expose the bottom half of a muscle-choked gut, dazzling in its convoluted diamond hardness. Above, his shoulders had become immense -- sleeves riding high over huge cannonball deltoids that reared across a four-foot span of thick, unbelievably defined shoulder muscle topped by a neck so thickly muscled and huge his brother looked like a bull with a boy's face. His whole massive torso tapered down to a freakish waist that must have been a tiny 28 inches, while his chest must have tapered out to a mind-numbing measurement inhuman in its hugeness. His ass and legs threaten to split a pair of stretched compression pants that looked sprayed on, a great big mass of man-meat stretched the front of his pants, so massive that it bounced heavily with each step. Huge arms so fucking muscled they looked obscene hung on their side of him, forced into the air by their sheer size and power. Billy looked in astonishment as he feverishly calculated that his brother's massively muscled chest jutted like a massive shelf from his body. At the same time, each arm looked bigger than his own head! Billy watched his brother's hot, handsome mouth curl shamelessly into a grin as he looked at the spreading stain at Billy's crotch. “Like what you see, big bro?" At the sound of Sean's new, deep rumbling voice, Billy's dick bloated again, so incredibly full and sexy did it sound now, dripping with power and charged with complete masculinity. Billy moaned, as he became instantly hard again. “Aw fuck man, you haven't seen anything yet," said his massively transformed bro. Laughing, his brother took one huge, veined hand and groaned in a deep sexy growl as he squeezed his own mammoth fist, then hauled his left arm into the air. With an almost audible noise, he balled his big veined fist over an arm of unbelievable girth and weight. Billy's eyes almost popped at the size of the biceps swelling beneath his brother's tortured sleeves as he laughed and brought the other up in a massive double biceps shot. The older boy's knees buckled as he dropped to the floor, staring up in disbelief at the young muscle monster before him. Biceps the size of bowling balls groaned beneath Sean's freakishly veined skin. Huge swollen triceps hung like slabs of swollen beef beneath it. Billy almost came again as he heard, as if in a dream, the sound of ripping fabric as his brother's shirt began to give way helplessly against the onslaught of his magnificently muscled frame. “Uhh. Fuck, yeah. Look at these guns. I can get these babies up to thirty inches when I'm pumping iron." groaned his brother. With one effortless move, Sean groaned and flexed his arms hard. Billy swooned as his brother's monster bi's literally doubled in height and girth before his eyes until each huge freaky peak slammed into his brother's mighty fists. He watched in disbelief as Sean laughed and uncurled each fist to reach down and slowly massage and caress the gigantically mounted peaks with his own outstretched fingers. He turned his head to give each of his giant bi's a lustful kiss. He then strutted over to a set of dumbbells, each loaded with 120 lbs, picked them up, and started effortlessly curling. His biceps continued swelling, with thick veins encircling the swollen peaks. “Fuck dude, you think these weights are heavy?” Sean laughed. After twenty reps, he tossed the weights across the room. Then he crunched his arms into a most-muscular pose. "Gotta love this crab shot," he grunted, as he squeezed down on his muscle and watched them striated into thick ropes. “I told you, man, you haven't seen anything yet, dude," he laughed as the freakishly muscle-bound kid balled his mighty fists and brought his massively muscled arms back to his side. With a gigantic shudder, he seemed to inflate his gigantic young chest. Billy watched his brother's tortured T-shirt finally rips in long tears across his brother's hot muscled body. With a loud ripping noise, a huge, obscenely pumped muscletit bulged into view, completely shredding one side of the t-shirt, quickly followed by the other until both of his brother's monstrously developed pecs were totally exposed to the air. He was monstrous, almost unspeakable in his size. Billy's mind could barely contain the size of Sean's incredible body. Huge brown nipples swelled at the end of each monstrous pec, each naked, vein-choked slab of chest-meat as perfectly etched as an erotic drawing. The powerful blonde stud smirked as he slowly pulled his shirt apart just by flexing. Billy noticed the most awesome abs ever seen on a man, 10 clearly defined bricks covered in taut skin. Billy watched with his breath held how the first row of brick like abdominals came into view. Thick and powerful they stood out clearly outlined against the deep grooves that slashed into the tan muscle flesh between and encompassed by more rippling muscle intertwining with the cut shapes. Indestructible and strong, the abdominals strained against the thin skin. With Sean's every breath the thick muscles pushed out and pressed against one another more, before they sunk in deep between the lines of his abs while clenching tightly, when he exhaled. As Billy watched Sean's abs flex and relax, he could feel his own cock lengthening in his shorts, and Sean deliberately flexed and relaxed his abs slowly trying to tease Billy. The shirt was parting further and further down and exposed the two diagonal lines of Sean's adonis belt as the shirt split entirely, the definition of abdominal and pelvic muscle adorning the powerful abs. The tank-like muscleboy’s chiseled stomach did not expose a deeply edged eight-pack structure, but no less than ten unbreakable looking powerful abdominal muscles at its center. As the full torso was revealed, Sean made the most erotic groan, like someone being released from the confines of a cast. He tore the remains of his shirt off, spread his lats, and flexed his biceps, less than inches away from Billy's face. Billy could barely comprehend what his brother had become as he watched Sean grin and squeeze his freakish tits. He was obscenity personified, a pornographic boy-god, the epitome of rampant masculinity a dream of everything either one of them had ever fantasized about being male. He could smell sex in the air: the smell of cum and dick and male funk emanating from his brother like musk. He had never imagined anyone could become so uncontrollably hot, so uncontrollably and perfectly male. He realized his own pants were once again drenched in precum. “See my pecs? The nipples point down, that's how fucking pumped they are. Dig this, Bro." The pecs stood 3 inches thick off his ribcage, rising on each side of his chin. Billy drooled as he thought, “Fuck! His cleavage could envelop my whole fucking cock.” As if reading his mind, the boy stud picked up a 45 lb plate, slid it between his mountains of pec meat, and flexed again. The plate held, suspended between his rock hard pecs. “Fuck yeah man, so fucking huge!" Sean dropped the plate and picked up an unloaded barbell, gripping both ends and holding it above his head. Every muscle in Sean’s massive upper body exploded with size, swelling to inhuman proportions. His biceps and triceps swelled like sacks of pumpkins, his boulder-shoulders inflating like two air balloons. His mighty pecs pumped up so much they threatened to collide with his chin. His giant arms and chest bulging with the effort, he roared as he bent the thick length of iron held between his hands, bringing his huge fists down and together, to meet before his rippling abdominals. His fists met just below his pecs, Sean grinned widely to Billy as he dropped the ruined barbell at his feet. "FUCK! That felt so GOOD!" cried Sean, leaning forwards into a most-muscular pose, bringing his enormous fists together in front of his bulging pecs. The pump on his muscles was incredible; he was suddenly nothing but bulging pecs, biceps and traps. “Fuck yeah! Fucking bones me being this huge!” Sean said, bringing his hands down to his skintight compression pants. Billy watched almost in fear as his little brother reached down with his huge hands and in one savagely strong motion spread his gigantic quads and simply ripped open the front of his straining pants. Billy almost passed out at what he saw next. Suddenly freed from the constriction of Sean's pants, an immensely swollen white pouch of fabric jutted monstrously into the air. Billy realized with a jolt that he was actually looking at his little bro's freakishly straining posers, now ballooned a full foot beyond his brother's massively muscled thighs, Feverishly, he watched Sean look down and groan at the sight of himself. First he palmed his own gigantic bulge, then slowly, luxuriously, hefted its swollen weight, both hands roaming over the huge swollen pouch, barely able to contain it, huge legs apart. As it started to swell, his posers slid down further, exposing more and more of his thick shaft, until only the head of his dick was left inside. He rubbed himself, squeezing moaning at his own freakish size and power. Grinning, his little bro slowly began to pull on the straps of his fantastically stretched posers, causing his heavy package to bounce and sway. With a loud snap, his posers finally gave up, and Sean lifted his gigantic young equipment out of the falling scrap of cloth as his nostrils dilated in what looked like ecstasy. With a gasp, Billy saw that his brother's balls had grown to the size of grapefruits. “Fuck, yeah," breathed Sean, his voice dripping and rumbling with narcissistic power. Sean groaned and massaged himself with both hands, each gigantic ball aching with what Billy knew must have been gallons and gallons of cum. Sean threw his head back in a booming laugh, his body rippling and shuddering with power. With a final explosive flex of his massively muscled ass, the last remnants of his brother's pants burst away and he stood completely and magnificently naked. Billy watched, wide-eyed, as the rest of Sean's huge young equipment swung soft and heavy, a massive dick now over a foot long and thicker than Billy's forearm. Billy had never seen anyone like this, so utterly powerful, so completely and utterly male. Every move of his body radiated arrogance and power, lust and strength. Billy's eyes widened as his eyes dropped, suddenly focusing on the pair of huge, unbelievably swollen balls bouncing between his little brother's rippling legs. “What's the matter, dude," his brother said. “Never saw your little bro's fucking huge horse cock like this before?" Sean laughed as he raised his massive arms up above his head, his palms outstretched on the back of his neck. He looked as if he was hitting an abdominal flex pose, his giant triceps swelling. His huge third leg hanging pendulously down to his knees. "Want this up your pretty ass, don’t ya Billy? Wanna feel this magnificent thickness stretching your hole till it fucks the cum out of ya?” Sean went through his devastating posing routine just a few feet in front of Billy, flexing his way through humungous front double biceps, impossible lat spread, heart-breaking side chest, culminating in the world’s eighth wonder as he flexes his way into a most muscular. Then he puts his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, tilting his bull neck back against his palms. Second by second the huge penis was thickening, lengthening and stiffening. Thicker and longer it grew, swaying lazily with each pose. After twenty seconds the shaft had swelled to nearly eighteen inches and was sticking out perfectly straight, parallel with the floor. "Oh yeah! This hard-on feels so fucking good!" Sean groaned stealing a quick glance at his rapidly inflating cock. Billy almost fainted as he saw the huge engorged pole bounce into the air. Dizzy, he heard the hard wet slap it made as it swung up and slapped against his little bro's outrageously developed body. His little brother's dick was obscene, immense. Billy never imagined anyone could grow so huge, so incredibly big. Sean's full erection measured 20 inches long. The shaft was now eleven inches around and exploded with thick powerful veins. The huge pulsating head of his cock was bigger than one of Billy's fists. It stood completely straight, like the swollen trunk of some impossible tree, knotted and bulging with ropy veins. It reached all the way to his little bro's bulging chest, its massive helmet-shaped head drooling precum in gobs and runnels of semen, running down into a pair of enormously huge and heavy balls utterly mind-boggling in their sheer size and weight. With a glance at his older brother's open, astonished mouth, the younger boy laughed out loud as he bent his neck and lovingly began to lick his own massively engorged head. Billy watched Sean's long curling tongue dart in and out of his own huge piss slit, his gigantic young dick bloating and lengthening to even more mind-boggling proportions as he fed on his own erect hugeness, groaning, precum spooling out of his enormously swollen dickhead and over his lips, dripping down his huge bulging shaft and onto his monstrously grown balls. He reeled as he heard the hot, indescribable sound of Sean's hot wet mouth struggling over his over his own jaw-splitting cockhead. Their eyes met again as Billy watched his little brother slowly and relentlessly pump his own enormous cock down his throat, hips picking up speed, his huge musclebound arms gripping his shaft as he worked his powerful young body like some powerful piston as he methodically and effortlessly fucked his own face, his massively inflated balls flopping and slapping between his legs. “Oh god, look at you, look at you, Jesus, you're so huge! So fucking HUGE!!" Billy moaned, falling to his knees, tearing open his cum-soaked pants and furiously jerking his own big dick. "JESUS! Oh my- UHHHH..." he moaned, eyes never leaving the hot display Sean was giving him. "So fucking hot..." he moaned, throwing his head back, letting it roll around as he lost himself in the pleasure of his orgasm. Seeing Billy’s hot and needing body spurred Sean to thrust harder into his mouth. He clenched his muscular bottom hard, slurping his cock, making popping and sucking noises that seemed to agitate Billy all the more. Pre and spit waterfalled down his cock, dripping from his swinging balls. Sean began stroking the entire length of his cock, head and all, with his right hand. He rotated his wrist, stroking now in a circular motion as well as up and down. The base of his penis exploded with pleasure as much as the crown. With his now free left hand he began feeling himself up, his fingers hungrily exploring the massive muscles of his bulging biceps, boulder- shoulders, bulging pecs and muscular ass. "Oh god…..so much fucking muscle!" he groaned to himself, his prodigious pecs flexing and relaxing under his groping fingers. Sean stopped worshipping his own muscles with his left hand and returned it to his dick. Both hands now rubbed the full length of the jolting cock, one paw above the other. Billy stared up in awe, drool dripping from his open mouth. Mindlessly, he pulled his clothes off, never taking his eyes off of Sean. His hands on autopilot, he fondled his own impressive muscles as precum flowed from his throbbing cock. Billy raised himself and let his palms roam Sean’s body as he licked and slurped on that big cock with the stud. He moaned as he cupped his brother’s bulging pecs and washboard abs, loving how his gigantic dick throbbed against his tongue, the taste of the fluids coating the member making him hungrier and hungrier. Sean finally let his cock pop out of his mouth and fall, landing on Billy’s shoulder with a thud. "Shit, man! Look at you! You want it so bad?" Sean smirked as he looked down at his brother. He stroked his length in front of him, milking himself. Holding the base of his cock with one hand, he bent it down until his piss slit was eye level with Billy. His hand was large, but still barely able to encircle his own girth. He slid it from mid-shaft to tip, milking himself onto his face, letting a thick stream of precum slide from his fat piss slit before Billy’s cock-struck eyes. Sean seized the back of Billy’s head and forced his mouth on to the swollen boa constrictor he called a dick. "Yeah, suck that big cock," Sean growled, worshipping his own body as his brother worked him closer to the impending eruption. Billy’s hands wrapped around Sean’s hips and dug into his ass, clutching his muscled glutes and held on as Sean wrapped two hands around his head and ground into him with short, grinding thrusts, scraping his throat and guts with the veiny, bulging texture of his enormous meat. He was barely able to get his tongue out to swirl along the glands, working hard to get more meat down his throat. “FUCK! Oh fuck yeah, bro, take that big jock dick into your mouth. Aw shit, yeeaaahh, make your bro happy! Oh god.. oh GOD! Yeah, gonna cum down your throat, bro! Better fuckin’ be ready!” “Mmmffsllp! MMghhghmmm” He held Billy’s head on the head of his expanding cock as he felt the thrill of orgasm gather in his groin and shoot the length of his rod like lava bursting from a volcano. The first volley was so strong it filled Billy's mouth and pushed his head away, but Sean held it in place. Instantly Billy came again, his load coating Sean’s quads as Billy tried futilely to push himself free. “Ah shit ahhh SHIT! FUCKING.. BIGGEST... DICK... EVERR.. FFUUUUUCCCCKK! AWWWHH FUCK YEAH, BRO, DRINK THAT CUM! FUCK IT’S TOO MUCH FOR YA! SHIT! IT’S FUCKING COMING OUT YOUR NOSE! YEAH, CHOKE ON THAT BIG BRO DICK!” Hot, thick cum ran down his cock and shot to the back of Billy's throat and down, and then the next and the next. Sean was rigid and moaning, as he came and came, the orgasm lasting a minute, then two, each spasm making him moan louder and louder with the unbelievable rush of pure masculine sexual energy doubled, tripled, and released through his monster cock. Billy’s eyes watered as he felt his abs bulge from the torrent of cum being pumped into him. His jaws were sore, and yet Sean showed no sign of letting up. Cum spurted out of Billy’s nostrils and around the sides of his mouth as Sean continued to skullfuck his brother. His legs were covered with his cum, it was pooled on the ground at their feet, and it was all over Billy's face, chest, shoulders, stomach, running down both their legs. Finally, Sean let go of BIlly’s head. Billy pulled off, coughing, as another blast of cum erupted from Sean's cock, drenching Billy. Thick jets of cum splattered on the wall behind him as Sean’s cock sprang up and continued to send powerful torrents of sperm flying, splashing against the ceiling and walls, only to dribble back down onto their faces and hair. Sean moaned as his monster cock coated his pecs with thick cum, his hands busy fondling his own muscles and rubbing his load into them. The sensation of being covered in cum, of being sprayed by a cum-firehose, was so amazing, so deeply erotic that Billy came again suddenly without touching himself, his hands being occupied elsewhere. His stream of cum merged imperceptibly with the torrents of cum streaming down his pecs. “FUUUUCK! YES! YES!!!!" he roared as rope after rope of seed shot out. His cock lurched and throbbed with every shot, thumping on his chest after each wad. "GOD! MORE! MORE!!!" he shouted as he continued to splatter himself, Billy, the bed, the wall, the ceiling, his orgasm growing in strength as he thrust the air, his butt clenching mightily. He writhed and continued to roar and moan, running his hands down his soaked body, up his powerful cock. Sean flexed his biceps again with his palms behind his head, letting them brush against his cheeks, his tongue roaming all over them, licking the cum off, tracing the veins with his tongue. With one final thrust into the air, Sean’s last shot of cum shot right into his open mouth, which he gulped down greedily. He breathed heavily, pecs heaving, the air permeated with the smell of his cum, the bed soaked through, his body wet as though he had just come out of a bath. Sean had flexed out of his clothes, posing trunks, came in Billy's mouth and shot for 5 minutes. When his orgasm ended, Billy was kneeling in a pool of cum, his ripped muscles completely obscured in thick white cum. Puddles of cum were on the floor and his cock was still pulsing with regular beats, pumped hard and full. Sean licked his lips and opened his eyes and looked at Billy. His cock pulsed against his body, extending itself up from his groin with its head pushing between his pecs. Still fully erect, it slid in the layer of cream that sat on his pecs, dripping down his torso. “You think this is hot, don't ya, bro? You'd love to know what it feels like to be huge with with muscle, wouldn't ya?” He rubbed his hands over his cum-covered muscles, teasing Billy, letting his monster cock fall, bouncing a few times and finally springing back to straight out, pointing its dripping head right at Billy. “And a huge fucking dick, too. Look at that fucking dick, man. Fucking beautiful, man.” He rubbed his huge thick pecs. "Aww, Sean.....so fucking huge!" Billy reached out to feel the massive slabs of heavy, hard, overhanging beef that hung on Sean’s chest, and when he did, the huge shaft of Sean’s cock stood between them, hovering right between their faces. Sean grinned as he felt waves of erotic pleasure sweep through his body at Billy’s touch on his pecs, grinned at expression of jealous desire on Billy’s face, grinned at the sensation of such intense sensitivity that his huge muscles had developed along with their immense size, and he grinned at the ecstatic feeling of masculine power when his eyes met Billy’s. As Billy reached out to feel the muscle mountains, Sean flexed each muscle and made it hard. Sean raised his arms again into bowling balls, hard and ripped, Billy stroked the peak and encircled the arm down to the armpit which was totally smooth and warm. Gently reaching out, Billy's hands shivered as he slathered the warm cum on the peak of Sean’s biceps, which within seconds was flexed and peaked to perfection, Veins the size of his pinkie finger snakes across Sean’s biceps and forearms, and Billy's cock continued to harden as he massaged in the cum. First the biceps and the forearms, and then the shoulders. "Aw fuck man, fucking look at me....... need to fuck you right here, dude!" Sean shoved Billy onto the king-sized bed and flung himself on top, pulling his shoulders up into a press-up position and, without warning or ceremony, plunging his well-lubed monster dick up into the depths of his fuck-chute. “Mughn”, Billy moaned and clenched the muscles of his ass to withstand the invasion. “No you don’t”, Sean grunted in his ear and rammed past the clenched defenses. “Feels so good and tight”, he groaned as he slid the entire impressive length of his cock inside his brother. He grabbed Billy’s muscular shoulders and began pounding with full force. Billy screamed and moaned as Sean pumped every enormous inch in and out of his abused hole. “Yeagh”, Billy grunted as pleasure filled him as the big, hard, hot tube slammed in and out of his ass. His own cock swelled between their hard, muscular abs. Billy was grabbing handfuls of the sheet he lay on, arms flexing with muscle. His head tossed left and right, moaning and screaming. Sean grunted, looking down and watching his fat, leathery dick push into his hole. Sean started to pick up a rhythm. The bed creaked and groaned as Sean pulled out, leaving just his head inside him, then thrust forward with a grunt, shoving in some more inches. Sean received a cry of pleasure (and maybe some pain) in return, making him throb and spurt inside him. Precum was oozing out of Billy’s hole and sliding down Sean’s shaft. Billy groaned and punched the bed with his fists, writhing on the precum stained sheets. "Fuck you're so big..." he groaned, his eyes rolling back. Sean was really fucking him stupid. Billy feverishly massaged his little brother's hot bulging body all over. His hands were everywhere on him -- as if in disbelief at the size of the gigantic young muscles bulging beneath his young boy's face. Moaning, he felt his thick neck and massive shoulders. Billy's dick groaned as he squeezed his little bro's huge, bulging biceps; he almost moaned out loud as he greedily licked Sean's gigantic, magnificent pecs. Every muscle on his brother's body stood out etched and gigantically swollen easily three, four times as big as any of the older dudes in the neighborhood. "Aww FUCK man. All this big fucking muscle and dick making you cum, man? Awwwww FUCK YEAH, man! You like it, dude?" Billy looked down and gasped; Sean’s monster-cock was outlined against his 6-pack as it slammed in and out his ass. Billy exploded, his engorged cock blasted load after load of cum between their hard, flexing abs. "Aww Sean......can't stop cumming....uhhh....ugggggg....Aww FUCK me, man! Aww fuck YEAH! Like that!" "Kinda hard to hear what you're saying when you keep cummin', man.......you want my big fucking muscle dick, dude? Is that what you're saying?" Sean’s breathing fastened as he kept pumping his brother’s ass. He supported Billy with his left hand while his right hand roamed his own 8-pack, that flexed and tightened with each powerful thrust from his hips. The muscular teen casually raised one arm and slowly but intently curled it. The size of the blonde's arm muscles was incredible, but even more so was their look of bulging hardness and strength. The tanned skin was drawn paper-thin over the peak and clearly outlining every crease and ridge of the riffled muscle that seemed to threaten to burst through it. It towered high up over a bowling ball sized shoulder cap split by hard protruding muscle into multiple striated definitions. Veins snaked all over the surface of the musclebound arm twitching and pulsing next to hard cable like sinew. Sean marveled at the sight of his own arms, narcissistically licking the sweat and cum off of his bi’s. “UUUUGGGHHHNNN!” Sean moaned as he erupted again. Massive amounts of cum blasted from his beastly cock into Billy’s clenching muscular ass. His titanic muscles flexed with every load that jolted from his cock. Billy’s mouth gasped silently at the sensation; he could feel Sean cumming, bloating him with fat spurts of jizz from that twenty-plus inch sperm cannon. It was so hot and heavy and thick! With each twitch of Sean’s cock, a splurt of semen was ejected from the tight seal his asshole made around the base of Sean’s cock, slopping down onto his balls and the bed. Sean lay on top of his brother as he rode out the last of his orgasm. Cum flowing from Billy’s ass along Sean's monster-cock formed a pool of jizz spreading on the bed and dripping over the edge. Billy felt faint as he felt Sean slow down, overwhelmed with pleasure from the intense fuck. The two cum covered muscle studs caught their breath, the room a thick swamp of cum and sweat. Billy groaned as he felt Sean’s still mostly hard monster stretching him out. His eyes were closed when he realized Sean was slowly, gently humping him. He opened his eyes to see Sean giving him an evil grin. “Oh fuck!” Billy thought, trying to wriggle free. Sean stood up, his cock still inside his brother's ass. "Round 2!" he said, thrusting upwards as he pulled Billy down by his hips. With ease and the strength obvious from his musculature, Sean lifted Billy fully off his hard cock, three feet in the air and skewered him back onto his massive pillar of stone. Billy screamed as he was impaled. Sean flexed his cock and BIlly felt himself rise and fall while his feet dangled in the air. Sean wobbled over to the wall and leaned back against it, moving his brother up and down his monster cock like a fucking flesh light. "Ughn", Billy moaned in ecstasy. His eyes rolled back and blood rushed into his deflating cock. He grabbed hold of the beefy, perfectly round delts of his younger brother and began moving in the rhythm. Billy held onto Sean’s neck and howled in pleasure, ropes of precum drooling down Sean’s cock, to my grapefruit sized balls, and falling in thick ropes to the floor without breaking. Sean kept his hips still, just moving Billy up and down his throbbing member. "Like that, bro? You like this huge cock fucking you like you've never been fucked before?" Sean said, his powerful arms flexing from the effort of using his brother as a cocksleeve. "Aww fuck yeah! Damn, man...nice and tight!" Using incredible strength, Sean managed to hold Billy above him as he continued to fuck him. Billy's cock thumped and slapped against his body as he was mercilessly handled. "You like being fucked like this?" Sean growled into his ear. "Yes!" Billy cried. "Oh...fuck me!" His body rocked and moved as Sean held him up. Soon, though, his cock became completely rigid, pointing straight up. "Oh, God...oh..." His urethra bulged, and his cock grew longer and thicker as it prepared to blow. And blow it did. One long, thick, creamy rope of pure white cum shot out of Billy with the tremendous force. It reached the ceiling, splashing against it and falling back down like rain onto their two writhing bodies. "Fuck yeah! Shoot that huge load," Sean said. Billy continued to cry out and moan and he came and came. His first rope ended, but gave way to yet another. Cum splashed everywhere, covering the walls, the bed, the ceiling. More and more. A third rope, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth. "Ahh...ugh...Fuck....uh....FUCK me! Ahh...ugh...Fuck - uh - fuck mEEEEEEEEEEE!" Billy moaned, exploding cum all over Sean's incredible chest and abs; drenching both their bodies in his sticky man juice. Sean grunted, feeling those hot ropes splatter against his stomach, trickling down the cut lines of his cobblestone abdominals. "Shit, dude - you're gonna make me cum again, dude! Uhhhhh - aw FUCK, man! Uhh....uhhhh.....uhhhhh.....!" Sean erupted as he felt Billy's muscles harden and flex around his massive pole. Volley after volley of thick cum blasted in the tight, hard ass, overflowing down both their legs. Sean grunted as he pulled his still spurting cock out of Billy's ravaged ass, shooting the last jets of cum on Billy's back. Billy fainted as he felt a waterfall of hot cum pour out of him, the pain and the ecstasy was so great. Sean leaned forward and caught him, easing Billy’s massive frame gently onto the bed. Minutes later he groggily opened his eyes, laying on the bed cradled in Sean’s massive arms. “Oh fuck man,” Billy groaned. “You’re a fucking god Sean.” Sean smiled, “Fuck yeah man,” flexing an arm around Billy, his other hand lazily stroking his cum-covered erection. He rolled Billy onto his back and then kneeled over the stud, his big cock in hand. "Round 3!", Sean whispered in his ear. "More?" Billy groaned, too weak to fight back. He pushed his hand against the headboard to steady himself as his brother's massive meat slid in his ass once more. Sean grinned. With a loud, short roar, Sean violently thrust his meat into Billy. Precum flew from Sean’s balls as they swung and clapped against Billy’s ass, his hips crashing against him with fleshy slaps that echoed in the room above the grunts and cries of pleasure. "I'm gonna cum buckets on ya, bro,” Sean whispered in his ear. "I'm gonna leave ya in a puddle of this load, and you're gonna jerk off for the rest of your life thinking about tonight.” Billy muttered something in reply, fucked too stupid to be able to make words anymore. Sean was thrusting into him hard and rough, cum squelching out and falling like raindrops onto the floor. Sean's muscles were hard and tense as he thrust, his abs standing out, the sight all the more arousing due to the cum slathered on his stomach. His butt clenched sexily as he humped Billy, and his muscular legs were bulging with strength. "You ... ugh ... like ... ugh ... it", Sean grunted in his ear, shoving the entire length of his engorged cock into the juicy ass. His right paw played with Billy's inflating dick and his left paw grabbed hold of the muscular shoulder in front of him. "Yeaughn", Billy moaned as the strong hand pumped the length of his swelling cock. Billy placed his other hand against the wall the withstand the force of his brother's thrusts and moaned in lust as his ass was pounded and his cock was stroked. Billy was in total ecstasy with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, prostate completely battered, and belly bulging mildly. Every one of Sean’s full-length pumps made a loud splash of jizz spurt out of Billy's ass onto the floor, and his fist-sized head could be seen bulging out right below Billy's ribs with each thrust. "UUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!" A deep, pleasure-filled, animalistic moan boomed from his mouth and echoed through the room as Billy's cock erupted. Cum flowed between the thick fingers pumping his shaft and splattered against the wall. The spams and shivers from his brother atop his throbbing 20 incher sent Sean over the edge once again. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHNNNNN!" Load after load of cum blasted from his bull-sized balls and fired into the spasming ass he pounded relentlessly. "Fuck!" Sean roared, standing and pulling his cock out of Billy. Cum spilled from his ass and poured over his cock, coating it with a glistening shine. More ropes stretched from Billy’s ass to Sean’s cockhead, breaking only when Sean blasted another rope of cum, hitting the headboard behind Billy. Sean came like a fucking fire hose, cumming and cumming and cumming. His muscles tensed and flexed. Every lurch of his cock made it swell up and spit a thick rope of hot, steaming cock batter. His balls slapped against his legs as Sean bucked and thrust. "Oh my God!" Billy moaned, throwing his arms behind him as he added to the mess. Eventually, Sean's orgasm calmed down. The two teenagers lay on their backs, softening cocks rubbing against one another, covered in each other’s cum. Billy’s entire body was drenched and dripping with inhuman amounts of Sean’s seed, more of it oozing from his ass. Stalactites of sperm dripping from the ceiling and the jizz smearing all over the headboard and walls like a modern art exhibit. Billy couldn't even open his eyes or think straight, the image of his younger bro’s mammoth body burned into his eyes forever. Pools of cum all over the floor, the walls, ceiling and furniture. There were distinct thick lines of sperm, old and drying or new and dripping, on almost everything in sight. The room smelled and looked like a 50-person gangbang had just taken place even though it was just these two heavily-oversexed teenagers. "Quite a mess we've made", Sean said as he calmed his breathing. "I'm gonna get a drink. You want something?" he said. Billy could not hold on much longer, he just groaned and fell into a deep exhausted sleep. Sean smiled and got up from the destroyed bed, turned around and headed for the door.
  7. cropsey23

    brothers Quarantine Bros Chapter 1

    Not much muscle here, this is setup for a longer story. As always, comments/feedback are welcomed and motivate me to write more. Forming the Pod “Tyrell, the campus is closing down this week due to the pandemic. I’ve spoken to your parents, and you’ll have to go stay with your step brother since all the flights are cancelled too,” Coach Levi told his star long-distance runner. “I went to college with your step brother, and we were on the wrestling team together. I’m still in touch with him, and he’s looking forward to having you come over.” “That’s a bummer Coach,” replied Tyrell. “I’m fully recovered from the virus, and I’ve set new 5k records every day this week. I’m probably the fastest collegiate distance runner in the entire country now. I was really hoping to start training for discus throwing too.” Tyrell had a very brief bout with the virus, but was fully recovered in just a few days. The team physician said his fast recovery was due to his excellent physical condition. Tyrell accepted the scholarship on the long distance track team, on the hopes he could eventually become a field athlete. As fast as he was, Tyrell hated being a long-distance runner. It was soooo boring, and it kept him too skinny. At 20 years old, he stood 5’7” and weighed 140lbs. All his life, he heard people say, “Look at how fast that skinny kid can run” and it made him cringe. Tyrell had always idolized athletes like Sam Mattis, who stood 6’1” and weighed 245lbs, and was training to dominate in the Olympics. Tyrell would go through Sam’s Instagram account everyday, and just marvel at his size, muscle and power. He could probably toss a bowling ball a full mile, and Tyrell craved that power as well. “Coach, I know I can add some muscle with the right training, but I wlll have to cut back on the running,” pleaded Tyrell. “After the regionals, Tyrell, assuming they aren’t cancelled, you can train with the field athletes.” Coach Levi handed Tyrell a vial with 60 tablets in it. “Take one tablet a day Tyrell. This will help with your recovery from the virus. Your brother Kyle, he was very athletic too, and I’m sure he has some weights at home you can use.” “My STEP brother Kyle,” Tyrell corrected the Coach. Tyrell and Kyle weren’t blood related, and didn’t even grow up together. At 32 years old, Kyle had already moved out before their parents met and married, and they had only spent a couple of summer vacations together. But he seemed like a good guy, and his friendship with Coach Levi helped him secure the track scholarship. “You have my number, stay in touch. Keep running, and I’ll check in on your training. Hopefully we’ll be back here soon,” said Coach Levi. Tyrell spent the rest of the afternoon packing his things and preparing for the 2 hour drive to Kyle’s house, where he lived with his wife Kelly. Kyle and Kelly, Tyrell thought. How much whiter and blander can you get? He looked at Kyle’s Instagram account and his suspicions were confirmed: photos of Kyle and Kelly apple picking, at a winery, out to dinner with friends, were peppered in with plenty of shirtless photos of Kyle working out in his garage gym. Tyrell looked at those closely: Kyle had a fully functioning gym in his garage. And at 32 years old, 5’11”, he looked to weigh a solid, athletic 185lbs. Tyrell was impressed, especially since he hadn’t seen Kyle in over a year. The drive to Kyle and Kelly’s house went fast, and he pulled up to their big colonial house in the afternoon. Kyle was working out in his garage, shirtless, and he bounded out to greet Tyrell, keeping a safe 20 feet distance. Tyrell was impressed – Kyle looked even more jacked than in his photos. His shorts hung low on his waist, revealing a defined 6-pack and Apollo’s belt, and his muscular torso was glistening was sweat. Tyrell's eyes were drawn down to Kyle's powerful legs, and the enviable bulge in between them. "Damn," thought Tyrell to himself, "he's really won the genetic jackpot." Tyrell couldn't help but feel small and inferior around his powerhouse step-brother. “Hey Tyrell, sorry I’m going to keep a distance for now. Can’t be too safe these days,” said Kyle. “And Kelly and I are trying to conceive a baby, so we’re being extra careful.” Kyle pointed to the porch, where Kelly stood, waving at Tyrell. Kelly was fit as well, stood about 5’7” tall, same as Tyrell, and had a svelte figure. “There’s a loft above the garage, I’ve set everything up for you,” said Kyle. “You can stay there for the first seven days, then we can officially form a pod,” he said, laughing. “Thanks Kyle. Sorry for coming here like this, but I had no other option,” said Ty. “And man, looks like you have an awesome gym in there,” said Ty, looking past Kyle’s broad shoulders. “Coach Levi said I could start lifting, maybe you can help me.” “Sure thing, Ty. There’s nothing else to do these days, so I’ve been lifting like a madman! I’ve gained 10lbs of muscle so far, finally closing in on 200lbs!” he said, pushing out his big chest. Then, whispering so Kelly couldn’t hear him, Kyle said, “She LOVES muscle, and that helps with the baby making, haha!” “Well thanks again, I’m kinda beat, so I’m going to head up to the loft now.” Kyle directed him up the stairs, telling him the pantry was fully stocked, and to help himself to anything. Ty got settled in as he heard Kyle finish his workout in the garage below him. He walked over to the window, holding the vial that Coach Levi had given him. As he watched as a shirtless, muscled Kyle bounded up the steps into his house, Ty popped open the vial and swallowed one of the tablets. Tyrell: Kyle: Coach Levi:
  8. Hey y’all! Sorry; I have been really uninspired by my other story, college supplemented, but I have what I want to do plotted out! I just need to write it. In the meantime, here’s a story heavily inspired by a roleplay I have been doing with @MidwesternMuscle. With no further ado: here it is! Tyler sets the boxes down, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his tank top, revealing his ripped abs, covered by a light coating of body hair, his body bigger and more masculine than ever his senior year, ready to kill it as the biggest man on the football team, the star. “Sheesh little bro, how much more stuff do you have?” Kyle, Tyler’s younger step brother, emerges from his room, having been unpacking into their apartment. He’s extremely sweaty too, although he hasn’t been doing the grunt labor he set his brother to, bringing up all of his stuff. “Hey Ty, just because I like to be at home a little more than you doesn’t mean I can’t have nice things! Thanks for being careful with my computer tower! I got it back up and running!” Kyle says, proudly. “Hey, how about you help me finish unloading the car, instead of fuckin’ around on your computer!” Tyler jokes, lightly punching Kyle in the arm. “Ow!” Kyle says, rubbing his arm. “That smarts man! You’re a lot bigger than me, try and be a little more careful! Ever since you hit that growth spurt after last year; you haven’t really known your strength!” “Haha... yeah... sorry bro!” Tyler scratches behind his head, slightly embarrassed to have hurt his brother with such a small punch. He had grown quite a bit in the past year, having spurted up 4 inches to 6’6, plus a solid 50 pounds of muscle, all the way to a VERY big 260. Tyler was almost too big for a lot of even his new clothes, not to mention downstairs, which had packed a few inches extra as well, much to the pleasure of his girlfriend Sally. “Kyle.. that growth spurt... Umm.. Nevermind! I think I can grab that last load!” Kyle peels off his sweat stained tank top, revealing his perfectly chiseled, while still humongous, upper torso, heading out the door. “I really need to hit the gym this year...” Kyle thinks to himself, being literally dwarfed by his brother everywhere he goes, especially this first year at college, he didn’t want to just walk in the huge footsteps of his brother; he wanted to make a name for himself. Sure, that would be hard, being only 5’7, and literally half his brother’s weight, at a very slim 130. He’s tried to put on weight in the past, but he just hasn’t been able to, no matter how much he ate. His genes are just too different from his brother, having been adopted at a young age. Kyle wouldn’t lie, he was incredibly jealous of his brother, and how his size seemed to lend him a certain gravity, which just attracted anyone he wanted, especially since his new growth spurt this last year, pushing him into true giant status. Tyler interrupts Kyle’s train of thought, busting in with one arm loaded with assorted dorm items, a lamp, an ironing board, and the other with a box tucked under. “This is the last of it! But I’m not gonna help you unpack, I’ve done enough already! Plus I want to save enough energy for the gym tonight... and for Sally!” Tyler winks at Kyle, thrusting against the air, his package obvious and bulging against the small shorts he is wearing. “She loves when I come straight to her place after the gym, she’s a real size queen, she’s loved it ever since I hit my growth spurt.” Kyle sighs, notably closing off, frustrated at the reminder of just how big his brother is. “What’s going on?” Tyler says, concerned for his brother, but bounces his manly pecs as soon as Kyle looks up, which would be funny, if they weren’t so impressive. “Nothing!” Kyle says, biting, but immediately softens up when he sees his brother is actually concerned. “I just... I wish I could be as big as you! But.. every time I get in the gym I... well... I just feel too small to try anything, and everyone.. even the women are bigger than me. It’s embarrassing to struggle with even the smallest weights!” “I know buddy... You told me that on the phone last year when you were starting off at the gym. Actually... I was going to wait for this, but maybe this can help get you started.” Tyler reaches up in the nearby coat closet, pulling down a box, rummaging through it until he finds a device. “You remember my roommate last year? Paul?” “Yeah.. I think so? You told me he was a whiz.” “Yeah, he definitely was. A strange guy, for sure. But, he was working all year on this device.” Tyler waves the remote in the air, indicating what he was talking about. “He had been working on it with this guy, also a nerd, but I remember he had been having a tough time keeping his friend in line, the guy picked up the gym and caught the bug, Yknow? Anyways. He finished it... and... Well, let’s say his friends gains didn’t go to waste. At all.” Tyler laughs, feeling half guilty, although he knew just what an asshole Paul’s partner had been to him. “But yeah. That growth spurt... it wasn’t all me, although it did kickstart a second puberty of sorts. It was mostly Paul using me as his little experiment, alongside his partner.” “Wait... What are you telling me, Ty?” Kyle says, shocked by the ride his brother has been taking him on. “Are you saying that Paul... Stole size... from his workout partner and gave it to you?” “That’s exactly what I’m saying bro! And, honestly, he gave me some size everywhere, if you know what I mean.” Ty says, palming his crotch, obviously boning up slightly at the memory of his growth. “But.. I’m telling you all this because I thought I might give you a little gift to get you started, make a name for yourself here.” “What?!” Kyle is shocked, immediately moved out of his sulking mood, standing up and looking up into Tyler’s eyes. “You’re going to give me some size?” “Just a bit! To get you jump started here with your workouts, maybe keep you from feeling too embarrassed at the gym. Plus, I’m gonna need it back before our first game! I can’t wait to dominate at this size!” Tyler flexes his 20 inch bicep, gargantuan in front of Kyle’s eyes. “But yeah, I figured I could give you a solid fifteen pounds of muscle, then once you get those beginner gains, we can transfer it back.” “Oh my god...” Kyle mutters, tears almost welling into his eyes. “Thank you so much bro!!! You don’t know how much this means to me... I have been trying so hard...” “Hey! Don’t tear up bro! Enjoy it! Plus... I don’t know! You might find some surprises along the way! But I’m gonna want that back too!” Tyler winks, booting up the remote, pointing it at Kyle, while a green light emits, scanning Kyle’s entire body. “Ok... you ready? 3...2...1..” Tyler presses go, after inputting the changes, 15 lbs of muscle, 2 inches of height, 1 inch off his cock, and a decent amount of testosterone production transfers through the device, out of him, and into Kyle. The sensation is strange on his body, almost like a reverse pump, as the world around him seems to grow, although still quite small to his now 6’4 frame. He looks down at his pecs, which were once the size of half-beach balls, but now look slightly deflated, although he would wager he’s still the biggest guy on the football team. He rubs his hand along his abs, still hard to the touch, although less body hair, his body seemingly having regressed from the thick hair he has previously to a more light coating, something honestly easier to maintain and manage. Meanwhile, Kyle is having the opposite experience, his too-large shirt starting to tighten up on him everywhere, the shoulders, arms, chest, everywhere! While standing he looks around, the table nearby shifting below him, almost like he would need to reach down a little bit to pick things up from the table, rather than having the table waist-height to him. He looks at himself in a nearby mirror and realizes his face is sharpening up, losing the little bit of body fat his 18 year old body was holding onto, becoming slightly more handsome, his hair growing out slightly on his head, and his face gaining a slight shadow, maybe necessitating more than a weekly shave now! He lifts his shirt up, revealing more than just his smooth stomach, now covered with ridges, outlining a solid 6 pack on his formerly shapeless body. “Ty... this... is incredible!!!” Kyle says, finally, after looking himself over for a solid five minutes. “I know it is man! It feels great to grow. Now, the rest you’ll experience might not be so instantaneous, but you need to keep it up in the gym. Want to hit the gym with me tomorrow?” “Fuck yeah!” Kyle’s confidence significantly increased, “Maybe you can keep my form in check? So I can actually make progress?” “Hell yeah bro, form is really important. You can’t make the gains if you’re not doing it right!” Tyler flexes his biceps again, now 19 inches, still impressive, but not nearly the size they were just a few minutes ago. “Let’s hit it up in the morning, I have plans this evening. Be sure to take some progress pics, so you can keep yourself motivated. If you really want, I would transfer that size back, just press this undo button, then you can take a pic, then send it right back! Easy beginner gains progress pics in just an hour!” Tyler says, laughing. “But first you enjoy this size, and clean up around here!” Tyler laughs, changing into some of his older clothes, so he can maintain the tightness he likes, and so sally might not notice and bitch at him right away. She wouldn’t understand what he’s doing for his brother... Kyle nods, as Tyler heads out the door in his new outfit. He immediately strips naked, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, feeling up his whole body, getting hard as he feels his new muscles up, noting his hard pecs, which have more definition than just the flat chest he had gotten used to. He looks down, stroking his cock. “Huh?! I guess Tyler was more generous than I thought!” Kyle thinks to himself, as he notices his increased size, cumming a massive amount onto the mirror. As he cleans it up, he looks at himself, and knows that he will want to track this journey. He gets rid of the mess, then grabs his phone and the remote, hitting the undo button just like Tyler had instructed him to do. As he does so, he watches his body in the mirror, shriveling down to the unathletic nerd he had looked at for years. He snaps a few pics in the buff, his body thin and unnoteworthy. In the meantime, Tyler is working out at the gym, trying to gauge his new maxes, still better than last semester, but nowhere near what he was pumping out this summer. As he racks the Barbell, having concluded another set of chest presses, he feels that same electric feeling. “Huh... I guess Kyle is taking those progress pictures now!” Tyler gets up quickly, leaving his stuff behind and heading to the private locker room right off from the weight floor, locking the door behind him. He strips off his tank top and shorts, watching as his body swells up, back to his former godly size, his pecs ballooning outward, his abs bulging forward, increasing in definition, and his quads bulging out, pushing against one another. “Fuck.... this is so hot...” Tyler mumbles to himself, watching his body go from massive to gargantuan, all in a matter of seconds. Kyle, meanwhile, is fidgeting with the device, figuring out how to put that size back on. As he scrolls through the options, a thought hits him. “How about I give myself a little bit more. I mean, Tyler won’t miss it... plus I’ll give it back later.” Kyle moved the sliders up slightly, now taking 3 inches in height, 2 inches of cock, the same amount of testosterone, and 20 lbs of muscle. He hits enter. *To be continued!*
  9. HandsomeLitleBoy

    brothers Family trouble...

    PART ONE - Meet the family Firstly, this is my first attempt to write a story, so be kind, my mother-tongue isn’t English. Let’s meet my family. I am Max and the last two years were dramatic for my whole family. But let’s start 2 years ago. We are a big family living in a Greek suburb. My dad and mum had 6 kids. One daughter and 5 sons. The oldest of my siblings is my sister, Mary. Mary is a 34yo energetic married woman with a kid. She married and had her only-child when she was only 18yo. Her husband, Thomas at 35yo looked like a hulk. He was an Olympic athlete at water polo when he was younger, he had a passion on building his body and that showed. His tall, hairy, thick muscled frame at 1,98cm (6’5) was extraordinary. My nephew, Jay was at the time 16yo just as my younger brother. He was really tall. The tallest 16 year-old that I have ever met. He was already surpassing his dad by a few centimeters after a massive growth spurt that hit him last year. He was a polo athlete too, and was coached by his father. Although he had no body hair, he was looking way older than he was. Now meet my older brother, Brad. Brad was a 26yo jet black haired tall guy. He was nearly over 1,85m (6 feet) not really built but he went to the gym once or twice a month for a “quick muscle recovery” as he used to say. He had a really stylish thick beard and a sharp jawline that made him really handsome and confident. He had a girlfriend but he really fucked a different girl every month or so. Next, we have Harry, 24yo guy studying Sociology at a University 5 hours drive from our home. He was the shortest in the family standing at 1,70m (5’6). With an indifferent face wearing glasses and a fluffy, quite fat body with a few random chest hair. He wasn’t the sexy guy around. Then you have me(Max) and Linus. We are two 20yo identical twins. We look exactly the same. We may have really different personalities but we look identical. We used to wear the same t-shirts and everything and we ended up confusing our own parents. We are quite tall at 1,90m (6’2) brown hair, nicely grown beards and a masculine look. We hit regularly the gym the last 3 years as our sister’s husband coaches us with our little-monster nephew. Last we have the younger member of our family, Zac. Zac is very shy, he is not talking much, he has almost no friends and never had a girlfriend. He does really good at school. He was really the same height with our brother Harry but he was surpassing him already. He had a lanky, unnoticeable body, no body or facial hair. Nothing special. Till now….
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