WisteriaDay Posted February 25, 2017 Share Posted February 25, 2017 These "slow burn" type stories really are the best around. Far too often there are stories where, within two sentences, a guy pops a pill and BAM is the hulk. This shit is great; keep up the good work. Also your vocabulary and writing are great... makes for a really good story 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted February 25, 2017 Share Posted February 25, 2017 Awesome story so far, hope something develops with the father and son, just hope he doesn't get too much taller just packs on more muscle Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post dredlifter Posted February 27, 2017 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 27, 2017 CHAPTER NINE: A SIMPLE MATH LESSON Later that evening we geared up for our Thursday workout and headed left for the gym. We arrived before Ted so we unloaded our stuff and both jumped on an excise bike to warm up. A few minutes later Ted strolled over and greeted us. “Hey guys! Chad, my big friend. Are you feeling better today?” “Oh yeah, Teddy. I'm feeling MUCH better now,” my father grinned deviously at Ted. “After missing my workout yesterday I'm sensing a BIG workout today.” Then Pops stopped peddling and slowly dismounted the stationary bike, swinging one big leg over the apparatus and stood in front of Ted with a smirk on his manly face. Ted immediately noticed something off. It took a few seconds before an epiphany hit him like a ton of bricks. “HOLY SHIT CHAD. YOU'RE EVEN BIGGER...I mean...TALLER! Like, WAY taller than you were, bro!” My father took another small step forward so that he was even closer to Ted, their two muscled chests nearly touching. He smugly grinned down at Ted and spoke, “Hmm.. ya' know Ted you may be right, because you are looking way smaller than me now!” I could see a look of subservience wash over Ted's face as he stared reverently up, way up into my fathers handsome mug. “In fact, little buddy, from up here I can see a bald spot forming on top of your head!” Ted began to panic. “What?!? No way!” He quickly reached up with his hands to his head to feel around the top of his dome. My father instantly bent over laughing. Ted quickly realized that he had been played. He slugged my father's meaty deltoid. It made a heavy smack and I realized Ted had actually put some anger in his throw. My father made no indication that it caused him any discomfort whatsoever. Try as he might to actually be mad at my father, Ted's playful nature appreciated the successful joke and he broke into a chuckle himself. “You big fuckin' mook! You about gave me a heart attack!” “Yeah, I knew that joke would work on a pretty-boy like you.” “Seriously though, are you really taller? How much?” Ted asked. “It's true, Ted. And it feels amazing. I grew about three inches in the last couple of days.” “Holy shit! Three inches?! You are, what, six foot six now? Shit, that's huge!” You are like the size of a world's strongest man competitor, only leaner. This is amazing Big Chad.” “Thanks, I can hardly believe it myself. It's only three more inches but it's crazy the new perspective I have. Everything seems so much smaller. I can see things I've never seen before. I fucking love it. I feel so huge and strong,” with that my father threw up a double biceps pose in front of Ted. Dad's giant drooping triceps muscle was right at Ted's eye level. “I hope I grow some more too.” Ted shook his head in awe. “I have to say I'm definitely jealous, dude. I mean, I'm a solid six foot even. I'm used to being a taller guy. But I feel short next to you. But, I am happy for you and I hope you keep growing too big man. In fact, let's get to our workout so you can add some muscle mass to fill out that taller bean-pole frame of yours.” Ted smirked. He couldn't resist throwing in a small jab just to get under my father's craw. He also knew it would inspire my father to lift harder than ever. “Haha, you jackass. I'll show you bean-pole, short stuff!” my father retorted. We then began our workout. My fathers strength had ticked up with his newly enlarged size, but I could tell he was a just bit awkward during every lift. He obviously had to get used to used his larger frame and longer limbs. He was a little bit like a gawky growing teenager, only far more powerful. He eventually found his footing on each lift and still had a good workout but I could tell he was hungry for more. The next morning, Friday, a few more issues began to crop up due to Dad's new size. My father was having trouble finding clothes that fit. While he had clothes that could contain his musculature, barely, length was now a problem. All of his custom ordered jeans were too short, exposing a couple of inches of his ankles and most of his shirts threatened to expose his rock hard, fuzzy abdominals. Not to mention that the sleeves of his long sleeve shirts were too short as well. Eventually he found a pair of blacks slacks and polo shirt shirt that were just big enough to pass muster. We decided that a trip to the mall was in order to keep my towering muscledad modestly clothed. So, the next morning, Saturday, we headed to the local outlet mall for some shopping. My father had found a pair of red basketball shorts and a sleeveless black muscle shirt to go along with some sandals that still fit. Of course, he really put the 'muscle' in muscle shirt. To top it off, he wore a white baseball hat. With his chiseled jawline and lightly stubbled cheeks (he had even shaved that morning) and that huge frame perfectly filling out his clothes, he looked like a super tall masculine gymrat god. While walking through the mall I discovered a new pastime, watching others' reactions to my father's presence. We were at an outside mall and the sun was out so I was wearing sunglasses which are perfect for some casual spying. More than a few times I saw jaws drop when they first glanced Big Chad. Women tried to hide their lusty gaze when they looked upon his face. Groups of teenage boys would elbow each other and mouth the word “huge”. Other bigger guys would try to puff themselves up as they walked by us, trying to avoid looking so outsized as they passed him. It didn't usually work very well. A couple of groups of teenage girls would giggle and squeal once they thought they were far enough past us that we couldn't hear them. By the smug grin plastered on his face I'm sure my father knew of the reactions he was causing but he just kept causally swaggering to his destination without a care in the world. First we hit up the big and tall store. In there Pops was like a kid in a candy store. “Awesome, they have tons a clothes that will fit me in here.” He loaded up on some undershirts, button downs and polos. During the process and with the help of a tall, overweight store worker, we were both learning about clothing sizes we had never heard about. Sizes such as X-tall, which are shirts that are longer in the torso and arms without all the extra width. Apparently, right now my father was an X-tall, XX-large. It was a lot of X's, but my hulking Dad was a BIG man. Pants were a bit more difficult. He was able to find some slacks and jeans that were big enough to squeeze over those massive quadriceps and glutes of his, but to do so he had to go up several waist sizes. The fat worker then directed him to the tailoring department where they took some measurements told him they would alter the pants to fit his waist. He would just need to come back in a couple of days to pick them up. Once he had picked out a big pile of clothes I made an observation. “You know, Pops, if you grow again some of these clothes won't fit.” “Hmm...good point, Son. Maybe I'll swap out a few of these for the next size up, something I can grow into if need be.” We then checked out. It was quite a hefty price tag, I'm glad my father had been promoted at work last year otherwise he never would've been able to afford all this. Next we hit up the shoe store. With his new height his feet had obviously grown as well. He tried on a few sneakers and finally found a size that fit. He big feet were now a size 15! “Ahhh that feels so much better, Son,” he stated as he walked around feeling out the new sneakers. My feet were so cramped the last couple of days at the gym. In the end he opted to buy a size 16, just in case his feet grew more as well. We then decided to get a protein shake from the smoothie hut nearby. We jumped in line behind a young mother pushing an infant in a stroller and her young son tagging along. He looked to be about five or six years old. As were stood there waiting we both heard small, high pitched voice from below. “Hey mister, are you a superhero? You gots big muskels (sic) like a superhero.” We both looked down and saw the young old boy looking up at my Dad. His mother also noticed. “Bradley, leave the nice man alone.” She then looked at my father and did a double take, obviously flustered by his ultra-masculine visage and physique. She was attractive, looked to be in her mid-to-upper 20's. My father winked at the young mother and I could see her bite her lip with a look of lust. “Ah it's no worries, miss. You're son's just curious. I remember when my little guy here was that age.” He mussed my short hair. “This is your son?” The young mother looked at me. “Wow, you look so young!” She continued to bite her lip. “Well thanks, ma'am. Yeah I guess you could say I got started with the parenthood thing a bit earlier than normal.” My Dad looked back down at little Bradley with a bright friendly smile. “No, little guy, I'm not a superhero. I just like to get lot's of exercise. You wanna see my muskels a little closer?” I chuckled as my playful father mimicked little Bradley's mispronunciation. “YEAH!” Bradley shouted enthusiastically. My father crouched down on one knee and brought his exposed right arm up and flexed the melon sized muscle right at Bradley's level. “WOOOOOAHHHHH!!” Bradley reached out his tiny hands and felt the huge sinewy biceps. “Look mommy! His muskels are WAY bigger than daddies!” My father grinned even more at this revelation. “Ye...ye...yes, dear. It...it's certainly impressive,” she stuttered. “You look like the Hulk, only you're not green!” Bradley continued. “Is that you're favorite superhero, Bradley?” Pops, asked. “YES! I like how strong he is! Captain America is my second favorite-est (sic). Do you think I could have big muskels like you when I grow up, mister?” “Sure you can little buddy! You gotta eat your vegetables, listen to you're mother and father, and get LOTS of exercise. Don't play too many video games, Ok? If you do that then you could even get bigger than me.” I saw a look of hopeful excitement sweep across Bradley's face as he imagined being a huge strong grownup even bigger than my father. I saw the mom continue to try to contain her lust as she realized not only was my father smokin' hot, but he was a genuinely good guy too. “Well, thank you sir, that's very good advice. Bradley let's let the nice man finish his shopping.” My father stood back up to his towering right. “You're very welcome, miss. We'll see you later little buddy!” My father gave Bradley a low five that made the kid's day. The young mom got their drinks and headed away. As we walked back to the car I couldn't help but continue to notice the stares my father was drawing. I asked him about it in the truck as he drove us home. “Hey Dad, did you happen to notice all the attention you were getting at the mall?” He chuckled and responded. “Yeah, Champ. I did. At first it felt a bit weird with everyone watching me but after a while I started to enjoy it” “Oh yeah? How so?” “Well...” he paused for a second trying to come up with the words to described his feelings. “This is going to sound arrogant, but I felt...powerful. I mean, think about it, Sport. It's Saturday in the summer so the mall was very busy. The whole time we were there I saw four, maybe five guys who were as tall or taller than me. And those other tall guys, they all were skinny as a rail.” He then flexed his right biceps, his fist nearly hitting the roof of the truck. He continued, “I probably have more muscle in this one bicep of mine than any of those walking bean-poles had in their entire bodies. Again, I don't mean to sound arrogant, but I realized I was most likely the biggest and strongest man in the entire shopping complex. Out of the hundreds of people there, no one was able to match my height combined with my muscle size.” I realized he was right. It was weird to fathom. I had no doubt that my Dad, my own flesh and blood, was the most powerful man in the shopping complex. Perhaps the city, maybe even the region or state! “Wow, Dad. I never realized that but you are right. I don't think it sounds arrogant, you are just realizing the truth about your development. I guess I would say just don't let it go to your head. I know you are a good guy, so I'm not too worried that will happen. The way you talked with that Bradley kid was really cool. I think you made his day!” “Hehe yeah that was fun. Cute kid. It felt great when he asked if I was a superhero. The way he was staring at me I FELT like a superhero.” “Well, he's right that you certainly have the body of a supehero.” “Haha. Thanks, Son.” Later that afternoon we picked up Ted and went to see Dr. Jock. Even Dr. J was shocked by my fathers recent height increase. After noting my father's new stats, he immediately interviewed Dad and I on the events of the past few days. He was certainly interested in the 'flu' my father endured. Finally he had come up with a theory. “Mr. Graves, I don't think you had a flu. You said you didn't recall a fever and you had no loss of appetite. In fact, you said you probably ate more than normal in the form of junk food and fast food. Mr. Graves, I believe what you experienced was an accelerated growth spurt. As we have previously discussed, you are experience the growth symptoms of puberty only at a faster rate due the extra hormones you are receiving. You said your body ached all over. This is a typical indication of growing pains. I believe you basically experienced a typical month-long adolescent-like growth spurt, but condensed to a time period of one-to-two days.” “Wow, this is wild, Doc!” Ted interjected excitedly. “Will this happen to Chad again?” “It's certainly possible. Typically adolescents experience one to three major growth spurts during puberty. Since Chad here is basically finishing puberty this may have been his last one but it's impossible to tell.” “So, I could be done growing?” my father asked with a hint of disappointment. “Again, it's impossible to tell. I don't think you are done growing, Mr. Graves. Keep in mind you experienced a growth SPURT. You are likely still growing slowly and steadily until your growth plates fuse, you just may or may not experience another spurt like you did.” “Ah ok. Well that would be OK, I guess.” Dad added. “Those growing pains were a major bitch. I felt like absolute crap during those days this week. I hope I'm still growing. I think it would be cool if I could be just a little taller.” I shuddered for a second imaging my father even bigger and taller than he already was. Six foot six is already head and shoulders above me and even more for most people. Ted and Dad got their treatments from Dr. J and we strolled out of the clinic. Ted spoke up as we walked. “Say, Chad. Vanessa and I are having some people over for dinner and drinks next Friday evening. Would you be interested in joining us?” Ted looked at me and added. “Oh, Sorry, Jed. I would invite you over but I think Vanessa wants this to be more of an adult dinner party.” “Haha! Ted, no problem. I don't want to hang out you with old farts anyway!” I joked. “I could use a night away from this geezer right here,” I said as I jabbed Dad's taught waist. The rest of the week we were back at it like normal. Ted was continuing to cut down and prepare for his competition in just two weeks and was looking leaner and more vascular than ever. My father and I would help him with his posing routine and every few days my father continued to hook with with his Tinder 'friends'. By Tuesday, Dad had seemed to settle into his new, taller frame and was back to lifting heavier and heavier weights on each exercise. It was a good thing UrbranFlex was a hardcore gym that had those huge dumbells that went all the way up to 200 lbs, because my father used them for more than one exercise. To fill up his taller frame he had also once again upped his caloric intake. He had ordered and was taking couple new mass gainer shakes per day to help add some quick calories and protein to his diet. My own body was developing more than ever as well! Living with this muscle beast I couldn't help but have some of his habits being to rub off on me. I was also eating more and also healthier and was much more intense and focused in the gym. I hadn't checked my weight in a while so on Wednesday before bed I stepped on our bathroom scale in just my boxers. I was floored when saw I was now up to 206 lbs. It doesn't seem like much compared the gains of my old man but it was still just over 10 lbs in two weeks. I was now the biggest and buffest I had ever been. I stood there in front of the bathroom mirror and threw up a couple of flexes myself. Most muscular. Double biceps. Side triceps. Of course, my posing form was quite novice as I was just mimicking how I had seen Ted pose, but I was happily impressed with my own progress. “Looking good there, Champ.” I was suddenly broken from my self revelry and saw Dad leaning against the doorway in just a pair of basketball shorts. My face blanched as he caught me in an embarrassing moment of self admiration. “I was gonna ask you if you had noticed your own progress,” my father added. “I felt like you have been so focused on me that you were blind to see how studly you are becoming yourself. You're looking very buff, Son. Way stronger and better than I looked at your age. Let me see your biceps again.” He stepped into the bathroom and stood next to me. Our bathroom was long and had a wall sized mirror so we could both see each other in the mirror. My father stood just behind and to the side. I raised my arms into another novice double biceps, admiring the firm but defined tennis ball size lump that formed. “Very nice, Son.” He reached out with his big hands and gave my right arm a squeeze. “Nice and solid, too!” I'm sure that if he used his full strength he could've crushed my muscle like a grape. “Damn, Jed. You really do have great proportions. Nice wide shoulders, a small waist and those killer young guy abs..” The one thing I may still have had on my old man was that my abs were more defined. His abs were larger and bulkier, while I had a nice developed six pack. “You keep it up and you'll be giving me a run for my money in a few years,” he chuckled. I laughed as well and re-flexed my arms and grunted even harder. “Better watch out old man. This young man is coming for ya!” “Haha, Son. You sound like you are becoming too big for yer' britches! You got a ways to go before you can match THIS!” As he finished his statement he stepped right up behind me. I could feel his heavy pecs pushing into my upper back, his handsome face rising up above my own head. He copied my pose, slightly lowered himself so the middle of his arms were at the same level as mine. Even from a few inches behind me, his gigantic arms muscles completely eclipsed my own. My own decently impressive arms did nothing to hide the mass behind them. The peaks of his biceps reached up higher than mine and the heavy sagging triceps fell well below my own. You could even see all the outer edges of his forearms extending well beyond my forearms as well. After getting caught up in my own developing muscular body, all it took was one simple flex for this herculean specimen to make me feel like a tiny kid again. Finally I grunted in mock frustration, “All right that's enough of that you big showoff!” I laughed and put my arms down and then threw my right arm backward giving him a light elbow to his waist. “Ooof!” he bellow as I connected. “Haha! Ok, Son. Have a good night,” he chuckled and once again mussed my hair before exiting the bathroom. By the end of the week Dad was of course looking bigger than ever, again. He seemed to have re-filled out his taller frame and was looking as thick, if not thicker than he had before his growth spurt. After our workout on Friday my father showered and got ready for his dinner at Chad's house. I was going to meet up with a high school buddy and we were going to check out the latest action flick. I couldn't help but beam with pride when my friend had noticed my improved musculature. “Damn, Jed! You're looking stacked,” he had said. I got home about midnight. Dad still wasn't home so I went to bed. On Saturday morning I got up to make breakfast when Dad lumbered into the kitchen looking as pumped as ever. “Mornin' Pops. Good party last night? What time did you get in?” He rubbed his eyes to get the sleep out of then chugged down a large glass of water. “I'm not entirely sure, I just know it was late. The party was, well, it was...interesting.” He then half filled the glass halfway again and drank it down. “Oh yeah, why is that?” I asked. “By the way you're chugging that water I'm guessing you got some more action.” He deeply chuckled as he stood at the kitchen sink. He reached up to stretch that big tall frame of his, touching the ceiling again with his fingers and let out a big sigh to fully wake himself up. “You got that right, little buddy,” he admitted nonchalantly. He sat down at the table and gave me a wry smile. He knew I was curious about the details. “Sooooo, who was this one? One of Vanessa friends?” He continued to smirk at me for a few long seconds before speaking. “Vanessa,” he said coldly. It took me a few seconds to process what he had said. At first I though he was merely starting a sentence with 'Vanessa' but then I soon realized he had just admitted that he SCREWED Vanessa. Once the new information had settled in I completely went off. “What!?!? You fucked Vanessa?!?! Damnit Dad, what the hell is wrong with you!? Ted is your best friend and you go behind his back and screw his girlfriend?!?” He was surprised at the verbal abuse I was lobbing his way but he continued to remain silent. “You are being an asshole, Pops. Here I was thinking you are this great, awesome guy but you have become a scumbag! So what, after dinner you and Vanessa snuck off to her house to screw not only each other but your relationship with Ted!?!?” As I continued to give him a tongue lashing that wry smirk returned to his face. “Just because you've got these big muscles now doesn't give you the right to be a piece of shit human being... AND WIPE THAT STUPID GRIN OFF YOU'RE FACE!” I was now shouting at full blast. Finally he erupted in a fit of laughter. I watched his huge frame shake and shimmy with giggles of glee. It then dawned on me that he was playing with me. “Damnit. Are you messing with me, Pops?” “HAHA...maybe a little bit, Champ.” I sighed and relaxed at sat down at the opposite end of the table. “So, you didn't screw Vanessa?” I asked. His face turned serious once again and he clarified, “Oh I fucked Vanessa. But don't worry, Ted knows about it because he watched me do it.” Wait, what?!?! HOLY SHIT. What sort of perverted soap opera situation was going on here!?!? The grin had returned to his face as my own blankly comprehended what he had just told me. I couldn't resist I had to know the juicy details. “What!?” I finally spoke in shock. “Ok, so what hell happened?” My father than recalled the events of his night to me: Well, Son I showed up to Chad's at about 7:30pm. When I got there I was the only one besides Chad and Vanessa. Vanessa was wearing this tight little sleek black dress looking sexy as hell. They then told me that the others they invited had to cancel so it would just be us three. So we settled down for nice meal and some wine. Eventually, during the meal they admitted that they didn't invite any other people over except me. You and I both know that Vanessa is into some kinky shit from all the stories Ted has told us. It turns out Vanessa is highly into something called 'cuckoldry'. You ever heard of that, Son? As an American boy who grew up in the age of the internet with easy access to all sorts of porn I knew exactly what cuckolding was. I was afraid to admit it though so I played it off naively. “Yeah I think so. Isn't that where a girlfriend or wife has sex with another dude in front of her husband or boyfriend?” “Yeah basically like that. And usually the other dude is bigger than the other boyfriend or husband.” Ah. I knew where this was going. He continued his story: So Vanessa was asking me if I wanted to have sex with her, right there in front of Ted! I mean, the girl is stunning so of course I said yes. I looked at Ted who was just giving me one of those excited grins of his own. He was just as much into it as Vanessa! Ted told me that since he is so depleted for his contest that their sex life was pretty much on hold for the next couple of weeks. He just didn't have the energy or stamina for long fuck sessions right at the moment. Since Vanessa was such a sexual being, Ted himself was asking me if I would help them out. It was wild! After the meal and few glasses more glasses of wine Vanessa retreated to the bedroom. Before we joined her Ted and I talked, “Ted, buddy are you sure you want to do this? I mean, you're my best bud I don't want this to ruin our friendship.” “Chad, my man, don't worry about it at all. V and I have been talking about this since she first met you at our BBQ a few weeks ago. I know I talk about how kinky Vanessa is, but honestly, I'm the same way. I think its why she and I click so well. And look, I know that you know that I'm not...well...the biggest guy 'down there'. I love Vanessa and I want to keep here satisfied her in any way I can, even if it's with the help of another guy. Rather than finding some sketchy person on the internet, I'd be honored if it were you, big man. And I still want to be involved.” I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Ted WANTED me to sleep with his girlfriend AND he wanted to be in the room while I did it! “Well, Teddy, this is definitely the one of the weirdest things I've ever gotten myself into, but let's do it. Anything to help out my little buddy! Heck, my friend, you are probably the reason I've become as big as I have, so I owe it to you.” “Awesome, big guy. Ok Vanessa is my room waiting for us. A couple more things. V is really into dominance and role playing, so go along with the flow. She's probably going to say some harsh things about me, but it's all for show. Feel free to play along. Trust me, I will get as much out of this as you and V will.” This was just getting wilder and wilder! So Ted and I walked into his bedroom and there was Vanessa, standing in front of the bed in a skin-tight black leather dominatrix outfit, complete with one of those leather batons! She had us stand in the middle of the room, side by side and strip to our underwear. She stood in front of us and assessed her property. “My, my, my. We sure have quite the two specimens here, don't we. One ripped to shreds, tanned sexy man and one hulking muscle beast.” She the proceeded to grope both of our bodies. We had to keep our arms down at our sides as she played with us. Whenever we tried to move she would whack us with the baton which left small red welt wherever she struck. It hurt, but, it was weirdly erotic. I quickly learned to not move. She caressed all my muscles. She even licked my abs and chest and sucked on my nips and then did the same to Ted. Once her inspection of our bodies was complete, she said “Physically, I see you to are worthy of my presence. Now let's see if your packages are worthy as well. Mr. Ted, remove your shorts at once!” “Yes, Ms. V!” Ted spoke and dropped his shorts. They clearly had used these monikers before. “Oh my. Is this all you brought to the party?” Vanessa played with Ted's little pecker with her baton. “Mr. Chad, I am a very needy woman. I sincerely hope you can make up for Mr. Teds shortcomings here.” “Yes, I believe I can, Ms. V.” Then I dropped my own shorts and watched Vanessa's eyes go wide. “Oh. My. Gawd,” she said. My huge cock had clearly broken her out of character momentarily. Eventually she regained composure and slipped back into Ms. V. “Mr. Ted, this is what I expect of a man. What good are those ripped muscles of your if you have no cock. Go over the corner and watch as I show you what a real cock looks like. With me standing completely still, Vanessa knelt down and proceeded to work over my cock with her hands and mouth. She sucked the head of my dick until it got about half hard and then it was just simply to big for her petite mouth. From there on she continued to lick along my shaft and give me the handjob of a lifetime. She was a real pro! The only problem was, she kept breaking character. “Geezus, It's soooo big” she would say. “Fuck, Ted, look at this thing!” she said a couple of times as she glanced back at Ted. “You weren't lying about what you saw in the locker room that day!” Eventually, I had enough of of here indiscipline and decided to take over. My big bull cock was just too much for her to maintain her dominatrix character. I then leaned over and grabbed her by her shoulders and stood her up. As you know she's only about 5 ft 5 in so she was only about as tall as my shoulders. “Little Ms. V, I'm afraid I may be a bit too much for you to dominate. Therefore, I am now in charge. Please strip down to your bra and panties, NOW.” I could see a slight look of trepidation on Vanessa's face. Then she broke into an excited grin and complied with my demand. She realized I was right. I was the one who should be in charge in this situation. Or virtually ANY situation for that matter. “Yes, Mr. Chad.” “You and little Ted here shall address me as 'Sir' or 'Mr. Bull'” I demanded. “Yes, Mr. Bull!” Vanessa agreed. “Now, Ms. V. I want you to give little Teddy here a blowjob.” “Yes, Mr. Bull!” As Vanessa walked over to Ted I gave him wink. Ted smiled back at me and gave me a big thumbs up and V proceeded to deep throat Ted. Unlike my huge fuckrod, Vanessa was able to fit Ted's modest dick all in her mouth. I will say, luckily for Ted, he did actually plump up to at least a somewhat average 5 inches. He was bigger than you would think from seeing his tiny softy. After a few minutes of allowing Ted some pleasure I demanded that both Ted and Vanessa return to stand in front of me. “Ms. V, strip naked and then I want to you to compare and contrast the two dicks in front of you. Ted, stand in front of me and face me. Vanessa, on your knees in between us.” Ted and I faced each other, our two rock hard cocks pointing to each other, mine a couple of inches higher than his due to my superior height. Vanessa undressed and knelt down so she was at eye level to our erections. Her tits and nips were fantastic. “Vanessa, go ahead and tell me what you see.” “I see two cocks. Well, Sir, I see ONE cock and one dicklet. This little one here isn't worthy of being called a cock. This bigger one is fucking MASSIVE. I have to use both of my hands to completely surround it, because it's soooooo thick. With Mr. Ted's dick here I can easily close my hand around it and connect my fingers and I even have small hands. It's like comparing a toothpick to a rolling pin.” “Very good observations, Ms. V. What else do you notice?” “Thank you Mr. Bull,” Vanessa continued. “Mr. Bull, your cock is also so MUCH longer than Teddy's here. In fact, gosh! Teddy's entire dick is barely longer than just the HEAD of your enormous schlong!” “You know you may be right, Ms. V. Mr. Ted, I want you step forward until you are no longer able to do so.” Ted slowly shuffled forward until the tip of my cock touched his rippling abs. “Mr. Ted, why have you stopped?” “Well, Mr. Bull, Sir...” Teddy was getting into this as well. He IS a kinky little fucker! “I stopped because your enormous dick is pressing against my abs, impeding my progress toward you.” I then asked. “So you stopped because you ran into my dick. That's funny Ted, I don't feel your dick pressing against me at all. Ms. V, why is that?” Vanessa responded enthusiastically, “It's because you cock is soooooo much bigger and longer than Mr. Teds, Sir. You have a huge cock compared to just about anybody. But it absolutely DWARFs Mr. Ted's tiny penis.” “I think you are correct, Ms. V. But I think we should check scientifically just to be sure. Do you happen to have a ruler, Ms. V?” Ted briefly broke character and told her there was a ruler in this drawer of his computer desk. “Yes, Mr. Bull. I do.” Vanessa retrieved the ruler. Ted stepped back and she placed it on top of his erection. “It's right at five inches, Mr. Bull. May I measure you now, Mr. Bull?” “Yes, you may. Vanessa. Thank you for asking.” I have to be honest, champ. Playing the dominant man ordering those two around turned me on like nothing else ever has. “OH MY GAWD, Mr. Bull. You're cock is 11 inches long!” “Ahhh. Now you see why you will address me as 'Mr. Bull'. Mr. Ted, I've never been very good with numbers, but what exactly is two times five?” “Sir, I took a couple of math classes in college so I know that two times five equals ten!” Ted responded with a grin. “I see. And 10 is in fact, LESS than 11, correct?” “Yes, Mr. Bull,” both Ted and Vanessa responded in sync. “So if I am understanding correctly, Mr. Ted. My big cock here is MORE Than TWICE as big as your little pecker. That I am literally more than TWICE the man that you are?” As I glanced at Vanessa she was rubbing her own pussy getting of on our conversation. “Yes, Mr. Muscle Bull, you are correct. My little dicklet is less than half the size of your monster cock.” “Ms. V. What do you think of that?” I was started to worry that Vanessa was feeling left out. “I think it's amazing. You are so much more of a man than little Ted here.” “Ms. V, would you say that size does, indeed, matter?” “Oh yes Sir. Size matters A LOT. And you sir have A LOT of size!” I chuckled at her enthusiasm. “You got that right, babe.” I then grunted and raised my huge arms into a massive most double biceps pose high above both Ted and Vanessa. “Size does FUCKING matter. And I got SIZE everywhere, not just my schlong. Fucking big biceps. Big meaty pecs. Huge redwood thighs. Enormous lats and shoulders. I truly am a GIANT living in a world of puny little men!” I tell ya Son, I was totally getting into our size play. I couldn't help but massage my rock hard cock under the table and Dad described the events of last night. I was so close to blowing my load I had to be careful to avoid too much stimulation. From his panting I could tell my father was also super aroused from his own story. He continued: So then I told Ted to go ahead and fuck Vanessa to warm her up for me. I must say I was impressed with how Ted pleasured Vanessa. We both know he is a player and it seems he has mastered ways to satisfy women in spite of his lesser endowment. I could see him rhythmically pounding away at her walls and he had her moaning in pleasure. I let them go at it for a few minutes and then told Ted to step away. “Ok that's enough you two. Ms. V, I think it's time you experience a real cock, not some little weenie. Mr. Ted, little buddy, it is always important to practice safe sex. May I borrow a condom?” “Yes, our course Mr. Bull, I agree.” I sent Vanessa to retrieve a condom from the desk and she tore open the wrapper. “Ms. V, please place the condom on my cock.” I watched in amusement as she struggled to fit the condom over my oversized dickhead. She was able to actually squeeze it over my cock head but it was so tight it hurt a bit. Eventually the condom tore as she tried to stretch it wider. “Ms. V, I am getting impatient. What seems to be the problem?” “Sir, you're massive bull cock is too big for the condom,” Vanessa responded. “Fetch me another condom,” I demanded. Vanessa grabbed another rubber from the desk and handed it to me. I tore it open and rolled the condom down my middle finger. “Oh my goodness Mr. Ted. Where did you find this? I didn't even know they made condoms this SMALL! This thing barely fits on my finger!” Ted winced just a bit as I said this. I hoped I hadn't gone too far with my little friend. But he regained his composure and settled back into our role-playing. “Yes, Sir, I am able to buy those at the store.” “Well, I guess that's why I didn't know that. You see, I can no longer buy rubbers in stores. I have to special order them online Luckily I always come prepared.” I pulled a rubber out of my pocket. “This here is a Durex XXL. It's for BIG men, REAL men.” Luckily it just barely fits me. Ms. V, would you do the honors?” “My pleasure Mr. Bull.” Vanessa proceeded to open the package and rolled the huge stretchy ring down my pulsing cock. The condom covered about three quarters of my enormous erection. “Ms. Vanessa, I think it's time for you to feel some REAL size.” I led Vanessa over the bed and had her lay on her back looking up at me. I could tell she was a little bit nervous so I leaned over and reassured her out of character that I would be gentle. I also gave her a safe word. I then grabbed her legs and placed the head of my cock at the entrance of pussy and slow pushed it in. Vanessa let out a high pitched wail as it plopped in after much resistance. “OH MY GOD!! OW! CAREFUL CAREFUL,” she screamed. “IT'S TOO BIG!” I stopped with just the head in an let her adjust to the pressure. I looked over at Ted. In mock anger and annoyance I asked, “Mr. Ted, I told you to loosen her up. She is as tight as ever.” Ted responded, “I am sorry, Sir. Please understand that not only is my penis much tinier than yours, but your super cock is bigger than any she has ever had sex with. I sighed exaggeratedly, “Well I guess that's most likely true. There's not much out there as big as me. Guess I'll just have to be as gentle as I can until you get stretched out, little lady. But I got A LOT of power in these massive muscles of mine,” as I said that I flexed a most muscular down at Vanessa with my cock head still squeezed just inside her cooch. I could feel my huge muscles tighten and explode in relief as I posed. “I'll have to be mighty careful.” Once I felt Vanessa was ready I slowly pushed a bit more in as she let out another wail. Once she adjusted I slipped a bit more in. I repeated this process a few times. “Congratulations, Ms. V. I am now halfway in!” “OH MY GOD THAT'S IT! FUCK, IT'S SOOOO HUGE. YES! FUCK ME!.” She finally had adjusted to my invading monster and the pain on her face had turned to pleasure. I looked at Ted who was stroking his own dick, enjoying the show. “Mr. Ted, since I am halfway I guess that means I have already gone further into your girlfriend then you ever have, huh?” “Yes, Mr. Bull. You have filled my girlfriend with more cock meat then I could ever hope to. I am humbled by your alpha size. Please give my girlfriend the dicking she deserves,” I smiled back at Ted and winked as I enjoyed his praise. “My pleasure little buddy.” I then proceeded to slowly fuck the hell out of Vanessa. Slowly in, back out, and then slowly in just a bit more. I was impressed, in all she was able to take about nine inches of my fuck stick, more than most women could handle. When I got that far in she convulsed and screamed out even louder, I had quickly given her the first of many orgasms she would have last night. I fucked her in so many different positions, Son. It was amazing. She really is a kinky little bitch. She showed me a few positions that I would never have though of, positions that she said only well endowed men could pull off. Well, haha, I had no problem whatsoever in that regard. I think my favorite part of the night was when I laid on the bed and told Vanessa to ride me. As she straddled my waist and crouched down she had trouble getting my cock back in her cooch. Finally I grew impatient and enlisted the help of my friend, “Ted, come here and hold my rod so your girlfriend can sit on it.” Ted waltzed over and hesitated for a second as he eyed my manhood. He then reached his hand and grabbed the thick shaft. He squeezed it a couple of times out of sheer curiosity. He then held my massive fuckrod straight up for Vanessa. I could see the look of sheer awe and amazement in his eyes as he held my cock. Even with is big manly hands he could barely reach halfway around it. He could only imagine what it would be like to have a dong this fucking big. I even heard a faint “wowwww” escape his mouth. He looked me in eye as I smirked at him and let him know that yeah, I know it's fucking huge and I LOVE IT. So a couple hours later I could tell poor Vanessa was wearing down after her umpteenth orgasm. I had Vanessa lay back down on the back so I could pound away once more at her cunt. “Ok, little people, let's bring it on home,” I said. “Ms. V, while I finish I want you to turn your head and give your boyfriend the blowjob of a life time.” As I slid in an out of her now destroyed pussy she deepthroated Ted's little pecker. “Are you ready, little buddy?” I asked Ted. “Yeah, big man, let's do it.” I allowed him to break character as we finished. Ted timed his release with mine and we both exploded in deep manly grunts. I filled my condom nearly to brink while Ted simultaneously exploded all over Vanessa's face. For having such a little pecker he sure produced a lot of cum, I was impressed. I tell ya, Son, it was probably the hottest fuck of my life. Seeing tight little petite Vanessa beneath both my hulking body and Ted's ripped physique, it was better than any scenario a porn director could dream up. We slapped hands above her as we spent out loads. Ted would later tell me this was called 'Eiffel Towering', haha! As he finished his story I myself exploded in my shorts. I'm not sure if he noticed, he was so caught up in his own story, rubbing himself and his eyes closed so I don't think he did. I sat there at the table while his own breathing slowed down. He stood up and I got an eyeful of the bulge created by an 11 inch monster in his trademark WEM underwear. “Hehe,” he chuckled. “Sorry, Son, I worked myself up telling you about last, I gotta go take care of this.” And with that he sauntered out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. I sat there at the kitchen table, my underwear soaked, wondering what the hell my musclestud father would do next. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Whew. That was a long chapter. This is was my first foray into some hardcore smut so let me know if it worked or not. thanks! 6 39 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mworshipper Posted February 27, 2017 Share Posted February 27, 2017 It really worked! Woof... an amazing chapter can't wait so read the next one. I'd love to see Chad's son getting bigger! Would be hot if he outmuscles Ted.. just an idea ! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xboy Posted February 28, 2017 Share Posted February 28, 2017 AWESOME!!! WOOF!!!! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted February 28, 2017 Share Posted February 28, 2017 Ted is still getting shots but they are not working as good as they work on Chad. It makes me wonder if Ted's growth is on hold bcause he is not training to gain size but to be leaner and shredded. The Dr said Ted has reached aplace where his growth wont be as drastic as Chad but he will grow some more and so far he only gets more ripped. Chad and Ted's friendship is certainly unique. They rae each other's buddy soulmates. They lift each otehr spirit and they know what they can do together and what not. I like the scenario you'dve created where there is no jealosy but encouragment. Now it0s Jed's tur to get some actn. I dont care if it's a man or a woman. He needs to have some love too. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kymuscleboy Posted February 28, 2017 Share Posted February 28, 2017 6 hours ago, Ro20316 said: Ted is still getting shots but they are not working as good as they work on Chad. It makes me wonder if Ted's growth is on hold bcause he is not training to gain size but to be leaner and shredded. The Dr said Ted has reached aplace where his growth wont be as drastic as Chad but he will grow some more and so far he only gets more ripped. Chad and Ted's friendship is certainly unique. They rae each other's buddy soulmates. They lift each otehr spirit and they know what they can do together and what not. I like the scenario you'dve created where there is no jealosy but encouragment. Now it0s Jed's tur to get some actn. I dont care if it's a man or a woman. He needs to have some love too. Jed's need love too! We can make that our new rallying cry. Poor guy is a hot, built 19 or so, and he hasn't gotten laid all summer, while his old man is having sex left and right. I do like the fact that Jed has noted that he's getting bigger faster than he ever has before. I'm one of those that thinks it would be great for him to get some serious size whether by getting the same treatment his dad is or something else, but I understand Chad is the central growth character... at least as far as we know. This may be REALLY premature, and I hope there's a lot more left to this story, but from another topic you started, dredlifter, I would LOVE to see what you could do with a "younger brother outgrows older brother story." You've certainly proven you have the writing chops for it. I think it would be pretty epic! Of course, if this story lasts months more I certainly wouldn't mind. Oh, and as to your comment at the end of this chapter, you definitely nailed the smut! It took me back to the good old days of "Penthouse Forum" hidden under the bed, back before readily available Internet made it obsolete. (Ugh, giving away my age). 1 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scrawn Posted February 28, 2017 Share Posted February 28, 2017 This story is so great!!! Keep it going! Hoping for a massive Jed growth spurt... 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rolling24 Posted March 5, 2017 Share Posted March 5, 2017 Can't wait for the next chapter. This story is amazing. Thanks for the inspiring work. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post dredlifter Posted March 6, 2017 Author Popular Post Share Posted March 6, 2017 CHAPTER TEN: THE EXPO Later that day it was back to clinic. My Dad asked me to not ever mentioned anything of his and Ted's escapades to Ted. He told his friend that he would lie about their encounter to me and I agreed to play along for Ted's sake. In Dr. Jock's office my father hopped on the scale and I watched as the electrical numbers calculated. The number flashed on the screen. 348 lbs. I knew my father had thickened up some in the past week since he grew taller and the scale only confirmed it. Dad was now nearly 350 lbs of testosterone saturated flesh. I glanced back at the scale and saw his bodyfat was listed at just 11.0%. No wonder he was looking so much bigger, he was also getting leaner. I was also curious to see Ted's weight. He has lost so much body fat that he almost look unhealthy. Every vein and blood vessel was clearly visible under his paper thin skin. Ted jumped on the scale and I was surprised that he only weighed 216 lbs, just 10 lbs more than me! Of course, he still looked big due his conditioning. Ted and Dr. Jock explained how leaning out creates the illusion of more size and I could clearly see the proof in the pudding. Ted's bodyfat was now at just 4.6%! Because he was so depleted the doc gave Ted a through exam and also a supplementation protocol for the last week before the show to keep him up and running. I was learning all these little details of competitive bodybuilding that I never realized. It takes A LOT more work and dedication than I had thought to be an actual bodybuilder and I gained a newfound respect for these athletes. The rest of the week proceeded as normal for Dad and I, while Ted was now using his workouts to simply pump as much blood flow into his muscles. He was only using about half the weight he normally used and only bout half the reps. Consequently, Pops relied on me to be his heavy lifting partner while we let Ted do his own thing. With Ted out of the picture for that week, Dad was able to focus all his extra energy and intensity on helping me. We both loved Ted, but it was certainly fun that week to have some father-son only workouts. With Dad's extra focus on me I was setting personal bests left and right and so was Dad. On Thursday night, Ted, Vanessa, Dad and I made the two hour drive to attend the bodybuilding show, with the two groups driving separately. We had taken Friday off so we could go support Ted. We arrived at the hotel that night and checked into our adjacent rooms. As we checked in I noticed all the other tan, in-shape and muscular people milling around the lobby, no doubt many of them competing themselves. We got up to our hotel room and unloaded our bags a few minutes before Ted and Vanessa arrived. That's when I noticed that there was only one king size bed in the room. “I thought we asked for two beds?” “Hmm, I think you're right, Son. Must've been a mix up. Oh well, I don't think we'll be finding another room, the hotel is full due to the fitness expo. Plus if we move we won't be next to Ted and V.” “Maybe I could call and get a cot.” I protested. I wasn't sure my psyche could handle sharing a bed with his huge muscled frame. “What's the matter, boy? You afraid to share a bed with your Dad? That hurts my feelings, little guy. There was a time when your mom and I couldn't keep you out of our bed,” he said he mussed by hair. “Well, yeah. But I was a lot smaller then...and so were you!” “HAHA! Well that's true I guess. I do have A LOT more mass on me now,” he flexed his left bicep at his side as he spoke, testing the limits of his blue XXXL t-shirt. “We'll make it work, kiddo. It's a king size ya know.” “Yeah...but so are you, Pops!” He chuckled and flexed both arms this time, “Damn right, little buddy!” We unpacked our clothes and meals for the weekend and a few minutes later heard a knock on the door that led to the adjacent room. Dad opened it and we were greeted by Vanessa. “Hey guys!” She wrapped her petite arms as far around Pops as she could and have him a hug. Now that I knew about Vanessa's dirty side I watched the action closely and noticed she was totally groping, pinching and feeling up my Dad as she hugged. I look up into his eyes and he smirked back dow at me, once again using his telepathic communication skills to confirm that we was indeed being felt up by this sexy woman. She let go of my father and stepped toward me. “JED! It's so good to see you. Thanks for coming to support Ted. And my, my, my look at you, you handsome college boy. You are really starting to fill out your frame. Those college girls better watch when you return next fall!” She leaned and gave me a more traditional hug. I could see why Dad had some much fun with V. Her tight body and those big bouncy tits of hers pressing up against me gave me quite the thrill. “Thanks, Vanessa. Wouldn't miss this for the world!” Ted walked in behind Vanessa. “Thanks again for coming, fellas. I really appreciate it,” Ted spoke. My father stepped over to Ted, wrapped those huge buff arms around Ted and gave him a big bear hug, lifting him well off the ground and shoving Ted's thin face into his heaving shirt covered pectorals. “OOOF!” Ted let out a groan as he as squeezed. “Ted, little, buddy. I'm so excited to see you rock it this weekend. You've been working so hard an you look amazing!” Dad mercifully set Ted back on the ground. Ted then let us know the schedule for the weekend. He didn't compete until Saturday afternoon. Friday was the women's and men's physique competitions and then the classic physique and bodybuilding divisions went on Saturday afernoon and evening, respectively. There was a fitness expo going on during the entire event, so tomorrow he told us to check that out to pass the time. Since we had left town after our workout it was now getting late so Ted and V retreated to their rooms to hit the sack. Of course, this meant we had to have one more meal to get our calories in. My father pulled a big Tupperware container out of the mini-fridge that was filled to the brim with chicken and rice topped with Sriracha and helped himself to a muscle-building meal. Since I was now under the tutelage of my Dad I also helped myself to a similar meal, although in about half the portion. Once we finished we brushed our teeth and it was time for the moment I had been dreading. Sharing a bed with Pops and his overdeveloped muscles. I stripped down to my boxers and climbed in as Dad undressed down to a pair of his small white WEM underwear. Even though he was usually shirtless at home he did usually wear basketball shorts so it was still unusual for me to see him clad in just his undershorts. A wow, the site was always impressive. After this latest week of intense workouts Dad was again looking even HUGER than ever. I know I sound like a broken record in this regard but it was true, I swear! Had Dad ordered smaller WEMs underwears or had he grown so much that his undershorts were just looking smaller? I suspected the latter. I think his WEMs were supposed to be mid-thigh, boxer-brief type but Dad had so much quad, hamstring, and glute mass that they looked more like small square cut briefs. There was absolutely no gap between his enormous legs. I had noticed this past week he had now developed that bodybuilder waddle. As he rummaged around the hotel room getting ready for bed almost fully exposed I could now clearly see how he had to swing his legs outward as he stepped to allow the huge slabs of swaying leg muscle space to move. His huge quadriceps had the doubly impressive affect of pushing out his hulking bulge forward and up, not that he needed any help to look more stacked in that regard. Gosh, you could clearly make out the thick tube curled up in the oversized pouch. He admitted last week how Vanessa had measured him at 11 inches hard. 11 inches! I could clearly make out what had to be at least eight inches of soft tubesteak in his shorts. Before climbing into bed he took one last look at himself in the large mirror on the wall. He started twisting and turning his torso checking out his waist. He was pinching the skin of his waist, testing his own fat content. Then he turned to face the mirror and brought both of his arms up into a MASSIVE double biceps pose. He flexed his mighty arms, first both at the same time, then each one individually. He stared intently as the peaks rose and fall. He then turned and performed a side chest pose. Holy moly, the self that popped up was monumental. He leaned his head down slightly as was able to rest his chin up the upward lifting pec meat. Clearly watching Ted pose for the past couple of weeks had an effect on my father's posing form. While not perfect, his posing was now fluid and graceful. He moved onto an abs and thighs pose. Holy shit, the huge, deep, hairy caverns of his pits were exposed as he raised his hands above his head and crunched forward. This also showed off his megalithic legs, maybe his best feature. His legs expanded outward as the heaving flesh of his quads looked for space to grow. We both heard a faint ripping sounds as one of his legs had stretched and began to tear a few fibers of his underwear. He smirked at the sound but it didn't stop him from his routine of intense self inspection. And that's honestly what it was. I could tell he wasn't just trying to show off for me. This was more about identify flaws (as if there were any!) and improving his physique. With Ted's help my Dad had been developing a keen eye for his ever improving body. Finally he finished off his posing inspections with a super most muscular pose. The grin on his face grew into a full satisfied smile. As he squeezed the pose with all his might I heard him appraising himself under his breath. “GRRRR. Fuck yeah. So fuckin' big. Gettin' bigger than any man out there....yeaaaahhhhh.” Finally he relaxed the pose and exhaled. He turned toward the bed and saw laying up against the pillow with my jaw hanging open. “Haha! Sorry, buddy. Was just checking out the progress.” “Well you certainly got a lot of progress to check out, Pops. I know I sound like a broken record, but you are looking more stacked than ever!” “I know, I feel more pumped than ever too!” As he said this he looked down and playfully bounced his pecs alternately in rapid succession. “You know, I may have to try this bodybuilding thing in the future!” “Well you certainly could. You're looking like a bodybuilder. Only way taller.” Dad shut off the bathroom light and climbed into the opposite side of the bed. “Scooch on over, Son.” I thought I was already over as far as I could go. He climbed into bed and his massive deltoid was pressed up against my own smaller yet firm one. “Can you give me some more room, squirt?” he asked. “Um, I'm already near the edge, Dad.” “Oh sorry. I guess I really am getting pretty big, huh,” he chuckled. “Yeah Dad, you are.” “Well we'll just have to make due. I'll try to give you as much room as I can, little guy. G'night, Champ.” “Night, Pops.” I laid there thinking of the hulking beast next to me nearly filling a king size bed. He was so broad and thick that him lying there next to me meant the covers weren't even touching all of my body. It was like laying under a tent and his body was the tent pole. I had to pull the covers toward the middle to get enough slack so the blankets would be resting on me. Honestly, though I probably didn't need covers. His body was so massive that is was putting off a ton of natural body heat. As he fell to sleep he emitted a low rumble from his breathing and possibly from his body processing the nutrients in his stomach to build new muscles. It was very soothing and eventually I drifted off to sleep. I slowly awoke the next morning after a surprisingly peaceful night of sleep for a hotel bed. I was on my side as I came to. I felt like I was being pushed down into the bed by a heavy weight. As my vision returned I noticed a large veiny arm extended out in front of me, it was far too big and muscular to be my own. That's when I realized it was my Dad's! Sometime in the night he had apparently rolled over and threw his long, big beefy arm over me. He wasn't pressed up against me, we were not completely spooning thank goodness, but it still made me feel like a two year old. As I stirred he began to wake up too. “AHHHHRrrr. Mornin' Champ.” As Dad groaned awake I saw the massive forearm come toward me. His baseball mitt sized opened, covered a large portion of my chest and he pulled me into a horizontal hug. With just one arm he was able to scoot me backward so that my back was pushed into his beefy, fuzzy pecs. As he pulled me into him I could also feel the small of my back pulled into his overstuffed package! It felt like there was one of those pool noodles mashing against my lower back. Did he have morning wood or was it just that massive?!? Mercifully the hug was short lived, just a quick squeeze before he released me. We went through our morning routine and got ready. Dad opted for some khaki shorts and dark grey Urbanflex XXXL t-shirt that perfectly hugged his massive bulging frame. We knocked on Ted and Vanessa's door and headed down to the lobby to enjoy the free full breakfast. At breakfast you could certainly tell a fitness expo was going all. Everyone was in shape. You could tell who was competing and who wasn't based on the tan-ness of their skin. What I found most amazing of all was that even in this sea of muscle dudes and fitness babes, my father was clearly the ALPHA. As he loaded up on egg whites, sausage, and toast nearly all eyes were on him. The bodybuilding men were mercifully relieved that his skin was hairy and light, indicated that they wouldn't have to face him on stage. And here my Dad didn't think he was yet worthy of competing, but based on the physiques around him, he clearly could have. Another observation I had, walking around the breakfast bar with all these muscle dudes made him seemed even TALLER! I pointed this out to Ted who explained, “Yeah, since you hang out with your Dad and I you maybe didn't realize that most competitive bodybuilders are fairly short. In general, shorter dudes put on muscle a lot easier. You're freak-of-nature father clearly doesn't have that problem.” It had never been clearer watching him. While I would guess that the average normal height of men in our area was about 5'10”, in here it seemed more like 5'6”. There were several guys that I would've considered huge. Guys who, proportionally, looked the same as Dad. It was only when my Dad would stand next to one of them that you could see he had the same build as the shorter muscle dudes, he just seemed to be magnified. He was easily a foot taller than many of them! My enormous father also seemed to have his own gravitational pull. Several guys came up to him to chat while he was loading up his plate, no doubt in awe. They all made motions to his arms or chest, no doubt complimenting the results of his hard work. Of course, my father, the nice guy that he is, was happy to chat with each and every one of them. He made several new friends in just 15 minutes milling around the breakfast bar. Finally he was able to break away and he headed over to join us three to scarf down his first meal of the day. As we were leaving the breakfast we heard someone shout out to Ted. “Ted Monticello! I haven't seen you for a long time.” We are turned around and saw a very impressive specimen of a man. He was maybe just an inch or so under six feet tall but was stacked with muscle. He looked to be around 240 lbs. He was extremely tan and lean, obviously a competitor for the weekend. He had slicked back black hair and a somewhat pointed nose. “I noticed you weren't signed up for the bodybuilding division, that you dropped down to the classic physique.” He said 'dropped down' in a tone to indicate derision. I had only known the guy for a few seconds but could instantly tell he was a smarmy asshole. “Did you get tired of finishing second place to me Haha?” He clapped his hand on Ted's shoulder like he was a buddy, except he clearly wasn't. I could see Ted's face tighten up just slightly at his displeasure of seeing this person. He forced a cordial smile and greeting with a fake chuckle. Ted replied, “Good to see you too, Dallas.” Ted lied. “It's has been awhile. Yeah I haven't competed recently, been a little too caught in life. Happy to get back in it.” “Back in the smaller man division, though.” Ted didn't dignify that comment with a response. Ted then introduced Dallas to Vanessa. “Wow, Vanessa you are beautiful, nice to meet you. You are definitely out of Ted's league,” he spoke condescendingly. It looked like she was going to say something to snap back at Dallas but Ted noticed and jumped in before she could speak. “Yes, she definitely is too good for me, that's for sure” he smiled brightly and wrapped his arm around her waist. It was an excellent deflection. Dallas then looked a my father. “Well, you're a big guy. Hi, I'm Dallas Winters. Are you Ted's coach? Good for you, Ted! I'm glad you got a coach that shows you're serious about this sport.” Wow, the backhanded compliments out this assbag were non-stop. From his face I could also tell Dad had instantly pegged this guy as jerk. He reached out to shake hands with Dallas. “I'm Chad Graves, nice to meet you Dallas. Actually, you could say Ted here is my trainer. If it weren't for him I'd still be way smaller that you.” He squeezed Dallas' hands a bit too hard to put him in his place. I could see the strain on Dallas' face and the smirk on my Dad's as he exerted his will. Jed, Vanessa, and I all smirked as well as we enjoyed the scene Finally, he let go. Dallas though, recovered and chuckled, “That's some grip, big guy. I can see you've got some power behind those muscles, I like that. Have you ever competed?” My father confirmed he hadn't. “Well, if you ever do and want some contest prep from a true bodybuilding champion give me a call! Good luck in your division Ted, nice meeting you all.” We all haphazardly waved goodbye to Mr. Winters and then entered the elevator to head up to our rooms. Ted spoke, “Well, you've all had the pleasure of meeting Dallas Winters. The most hated bodybuilder in the region.” “Yeah, he was an asshole. What does he have against you, Ted?” I asked. “Truthfully, nothing. He is honestly like that with everyone. As you saw he is a very good bodybuilder, in amazing shape. He's won many shows throughout the years. But, Dallas is just one of those people with a really shitty personality, someone who has no humility at all. For example this is the first of two national qualifying shows this summer in our area. So if he wins, which is very likely, he can compete at nationals in the fall. But he's the type of douchebag that, even if he wins, he'll still compete in the July show just to prevent someone else from qualifying. Just a true asshole.” We got back to our rooms hung out watching TV for an hour or so and then headed down to the convention center for Ted's weigh-ins and to check out the expo. We hung out on the side as Ted checked in. We watched him walk over the scale, strip nearly naked and weigh in. He made a small fist pump as the numbers were read, obviously happy he made weight. He pulled on his clothes and walked back over. “Just made weight! 213 lbs, just two pounds to spare.” “Awesome, Buddy!” Dad congratulated him. “Well, I'm exhausted and hungry. So now that I'm weighed in I can start pigging out to fill up these muscles. V and I are going to head up to our room so I can eat and take nap. You guys have fun at the expo!” We walked over t the expo hall with our badges around our necks and headed in. There were three aisles with booths on each side extending down the large open room. A whole crowd of in-shape fitness nuts and muscle-heads were milling around. We started walking down the aisles checking out the exhibits. Lots of supplement companies, workout equipment suppliers and gym clothing vendors. We tried several samples of latest supplements and noted the ones we liked. Of course, Dad was quite popular with everyone. All the exhibitors wanted to him to try their stuff and get his opinion. It made for a slow process visiting all the booths, but that's OK, we didn't haven't anything else to do. Tons of people came up to him to chat, many of them were convinced he had to be a professional bodybuilder or even strongman due to his height. They were all shocked to learn that not had he never competed, he had only been lifting seriously for about 10 months. Several people came up to him and gave them their business cards, offering to sponsor him. Many people wanted to get a picture with him, and they were all coming up with fun ways to show off his size disparity. A few of the shorter guys had him do a double bicep flex with them standing UNDER his arms. Some beautiful women wanted to sit on one of his shoulders while he flexed the opposite arm. One buff dude pulled up up his own gym shorts to flex his decently muscular quads and had my father lean over and flex his massive biceps next to his leg. He did and they were about the same size! Of course, my charming father took it all in stride, beamed with pride and honored all requests. Many booths had little games or contests that offered prizes. We came to one supplement booth that was having a curling contest. The goal was to curl 50% of your body weight as many times as possible. The pretty girl at the booth asked my Dad if he wanted to try it. Never one to back down or miss an opportunity show off to a hot young lady he agreed. We asked what the current record was, it was currently 42 reps. “Well, young lady I'll certainly give it a try. But as you can see I'm a pretty big guy so I'm going to have to curl a lot more than some of these younger, smaller bucks so this may be embarrassing for me.” Yeah, right. I could tell my father was purposely sandbagging his strength. This was going to be good. There was a young man at the booth with a microphone. Once he saw what was going on he turned it on decided to emcee the situation. “All right ladies and gentlemen, gather around. The curling contest is going to continue with our biggest competitor yet. So far 33 people have tried and the record is currently 42 reps.” He asked my Dad's name. “This is big Chad Graves and he is going to let us see how much power are in those big arms of his. As you know you he will be curling 50% of his weight, rounded to the nearest 5 lbs. Please step on the scale, sir. Ladies a gentlemen, we have a new weight record. Chad weighs in at 367 lbs!” I could hear gasps of astonishment from the small crowd that had gathered to watch. Another 19 lb muscle gain in the last 6 days. “Ladies please load up the curl bar to 185 lbs. Go ahead whenever you are ready Mr. Graves.“ My father shook out his arms to loosen up, stepped up onto the platform and wrapped his big hands under and around the bar and stood up straight. He began quickly executing curls perfectly, extending all the way down and all the way back up, no swing in his arms or back. The emcee narrated, “There's 15 reps, Mr. Graves looks to be going strong. Certainly some of the best form we've seen folks, no cheat reps so far! He's got a good tempo going, can he keep it up? There's 25 reps! Still going strong. Those arms of his are looking positively pumped ladies and gentlemen!” It was true, the cephalic vein on his biceps was clearly visible as it snaked across his biceps and under the shirt. It was so thick that you could still see it pronounced under the thin fabric of his vintage gray shirt. “35 reps ladies and gentlemen, the big man is closing in on the event record! He clearly has the strength to match his size!” At 35 reps he began to slow down just slightly. He had also developed a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. At 40 reps he let the weight down and held at his waist. By now he was breathing harder from the effort. “He's at 40 reps. C'mon, big man, keep going, you're almost there! Everyone, let's give him some help, MAKE SOME NOOOOOIIIIISE!” By now the crowd had grown substantially to watch. They all clapped, shouted and whistled to urge him on. Dad turned his head slightly to look me in the eyes, gave me a wry grin and wink and resumed curling, just as good as he had when first started. It was like he was just starting a second set. “THERE IT IS LADIES AND GENTS! A NEW EVENT RECORD!” Cheers were shouted all around. “Let's see how much more the big guy's got.” Dad kept curling the bar with impeccable form. By now his forearms had absolutely erupted in veins and sinews. Just holding that amount of weight for that long was in itself highly impressive. “FIFTY REPS! AMAZING!” The crowd had now began to count out loud with each new rep. “Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three...” they shouted unison. At 55 he once again had slowed down, and this time his effort was visible. I couldn't believe how red and pumped his biceps and forearms looked. It was scary. The huge pumped mass was mightily stretching the fabric on his shirt sleeves. Dad loudly grunted out another slow five reps to hit 60, sweat beads now dripping down his face as he grimaced his handsome face. Even though he was now working much harder, each rep was as perfect as ever. “OH MY GOODNESS, EVERYONE. IF YOU AREN'T WATCHING THIS YOU ARE MISSING OUT,” the emcee was shouting into his microphone. Even more folks had crowded over to watch. “THE PREVIOUS RECORD WAS 42 REPS. BIG CHAD GRAVES HAS NOW CURLED 185 LBS 60 TIMES AND STILL GOING, BUT IT LOOKS LIKE HE NEED OUR HELP AGAIN, LET'S HERE IT FOR BIG MAN CHAD!!” More and louder cheers emanated from the growing audience. With loud exhales and grunts Dad forced out another three reps and rested again. How could he be doing this?? How strong was this man? I knew he was strong but this was insane! “THERE'S 64! 65! 66! C'MON BIG MAN SHOW THE CROWD WHAT YOU GOT!” For each new rep Dad was now was full on shouting: “GRRRRRRRRRR YAHHHHHHH!” Sixty-six. “unnnnnnGGGGGGGGRRRRR AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Six-seven. He rested once again as he neared his own inhuman limit. He closed his eyes to concentrate and gather whatever energy he could from his hidden reserves and the surrounding atmosphere. He exhaled and sloooowwwly began rep number 68. The bar ascended very slowly as Dad help his breath. Once the bar was about halfway up the shirt sleeves had had enough. A loud RRRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPP punctuated Dad's heavy breathing as both sleeves simultaneously gave away under the immense pressure of the enormous granite muscles of my old man. More astonished gasps from the audience erupted. As Dad slowly completed rep 68 and held the weight up at his shoulders his face beamed into a huge satisfied smile. He was clearly proud of the show he was giving these little people. I could also see now the front of his shorts bulging out even more than usual in bold relief. It wasn't obscene, but everyone in the room could tell that my Dad was big EVERYWHERE. The emcee was beside himself, “WOW EVERYONE. I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS. CURLING 185 LBS HAS PUMPED UP BIG CHAD'S ARMS SO MUCH THAT HE HAS SPLIT HIS SLEEVES! LOOK AT THOSE ENORMOUS PYTHONS. THOSE HAVE TO BE THE SOME OF THE BIGGEST ARMS I'VE EVER SEEN! AMAZING! BUT DOES HE HAVE ANY LEFT?!? What a dumb question. Of course he did. Dad continued curling, but was slowing down drastically. “SIXTY-NIIIIIIIIIIINE...SEVENTYYYYYYYYYYY! SEVENTY REPS EVERYONE! SEVENTYYYY-OOOOOONE! C'MON!” My dad rested once again. He was just about at his breaking point. By now he had developed large sweat stains on his shirt to go along with the sweat beads pouring down his face. With a yell that could be heard throughout he exhibition hall Pops curled up one more rep then let the weight fall to the floor. He hunched over to catch his breath and shook out his engorged arms as the crowd erupted in cheers. “THERE IT IS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! A NEW ALL TIME RECORD, NOT JUST AN EVENT RECORD, FOR OUR CURLING CONTEST. BIG CHAD GRAVES, WEIGHING A MASSIVE 367 lbs, HAS CURLED 50% OF HIS WEIGHT FOR 72 REPS. BEATING THE PREVIOUS EVENT BEST OF 42 REPS AND CRUSHNG OUR OWN ALL TIME RECORD OF 53. LET'S HERE IT FOR BIG CHAD!! My father stood back up to his towering height and brought up his arms into a GIGANTIC double biceps flex for his onlookers to admire. He clearly couldn't completely flex his painfully pumped biceps but the show was no less impressive. “WOW FOLKS, LOOK AT THOSE MASSIVE GUNS. I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER SEEN ARMS THAT HUGE! The crowd continued to pour on the praise. My father looked down at his sweat soaked shirt, the sleeves in tatters and decided its time was up. He grabbed his shirt Hulk Hogan style and tore it off his body, unleashing his gigantic MUSCULATURE upon the crowd below. More gasps. Excited cheers. Moans of poorly hidden pleasure. We were all enraptured by by superior man who had it all. The emcee continued. “WOW, LOOK AT THAT PHYSIQUE. FOR ALL YOU BODYBUILDERS IT'S A GOOD THING THIS GUY AIN'T COMPETITING TOMORROW.” My father bared his teeth and crunched into a legendary most muscular pose and crowed erupted once more in worshipful praise. Finally Dad stood up, smiled brightly and waved to the crowd as he stepped off the platform. “LADIES AND GENLEMEN, MR. CHAD GRAVES!!!! LADIES, LET'S GET THIS BIG MUSCLE MAN A SHIRT SO WE ALL DON'T FEEL SO SMALL ABOUT OURSELVES.” The crowd laughed at the corny joke, but we all knew it was true. I went over to congratulate Dad as the supplement girls were digging for a shirt. First they gave him a towel so he could wipe the sweat off himself. Eventually they found a red XXXL with their supplement logo plastered on the chest. Since these clothes were specifically made for bodybuilders it was able to slip over his bulging muscles without too much threat of more fabrical destruction. Dad curled his arms a couple of times at his side just to be sure. The shirt still fit like a glove and accentuated his herculean physique much better than normal shorts. Dad was impressed, “Thanks ma'am. I love the way this shirt fits. I'm going to have to look into bodybuilder specific clothes more often.” She smiled, obviously smitten. “Of course Mr. Graves. After that show of yours, we would love for you to wear our clothes. In fact, let me grab a few more.” She gave my Dad four more shirts in different colors and gave me three as well in my size L. She also took my Dad's information. Since he wont the contest (even though it wasn't over there was no question he wouldn't be matched) they were going to send us a big box of supplements. She also handed him her card and gave him a seductive look. “If there's anything else we can do for you, please feel fee to use my personal line. Even for the rest of the show.” She gave him a sexy wink and I could see the excitement in his eyes. “Also, if you didn't know there is a party in the North Ballroom tonight put on by Ironwerks Gym Equipment. You should come!” She then handed him flyer with the event information. Yep, he had landed another babe and this time she was a sleek, highly-toned fitness hottie. I took a look at the flyer, unfortunately they were serving alcohol which meant it was 21 and over so I was out of luck for attending. Later that afternoon we headed back up to our rooms. The door between the two rooms was open and Ted had just woken up from a nap and was chowing down on another meal. I was amazed a how much fuller he was looking in just the few hours since we had last seen him. It really demonstrated how these guys really go through hell to look their best for a few minutes on stage. He asked us how the expo was. I told excitedly about the entire curling challenge. He just chuckled and looked at Pops. “Gosh, you are such a big showoff. Chad, buddy, we've GOT to get you stage someday. You obviously like the crowd attention and that's perfect for bodybuilding. Presentation is just as important as your physique and you got both down.” “Haha, Ted. We'll see. Maybe some day down the road. For now I'm just happy competing with myself and getting as big as I can.” Ted huffed and shook his head. “Suit yourself, big guy. Just know that I've been competing for a long time, I've got a lot of experience. And I KNOW you got the chops for it.” Later that night we hung out with Ted and Vanessa and learned more about his pre-contest routine. We watched as he stood naked covering his junk in the bathtub while Vanessa applied more tanner on his skin. Man, I always thought he was tan already, but after the tanner was applied he was even darker. I could, however, see how the darker skin tone brought out the impressive cuts even more on his rippling body. Once he was dry he slipped on his posing shorts and ran through his routine two more times as we watched and critiqued. He looked fantastic and we had no worries that he would do well. Ted turned in at about 9:00pm to rest for the next day. Dad was going to hang out at the party so I decided I was gonna go hang out at the pool, which was open till 11:00pm. I hopped into my board shorts and headed down. There were a quite a few people hanging out at the pool, many teenagers. Obviously this was the place to hang out if you were too young to go to any of the parties being thrown by the expo sponsors. I slipped off my shirt and jupmed in the pool. Luckily it was a big pool so I was able to swim back and forth for a few laps without being impeded by too many other people. I got a quick little workout from the swimming and then rested against the side of the pool. After a few minutes I saw two very attractive girls about my age come into the pool area . One was blond and the other brunette. They perfectly filled out their bikinis with tits and ass. They were both in shape, of course, and had smooth tanned skin. They unloaded their stuff on a couple lounge chairs and sat at the edge of the pool. They glanced around the pool area to check out the scene and blondie caught my eye. We smiled at each and I could see the two of them talking to each other, giggling. Eventually they hopped in the pool and started swimming around throwing glances my way. They found themselves near me and we struck up a conversation. The bond spoke first. “Hi there. How are you. I'm Abby and this is my friend Kaley.” “I'm Jed. Nice to meet you. Are you here for the competition?” “Yeah. Our parents own one of the supplement companies so we have a booth in the expo. Are you competing this weekend.” I chuckled, “No, I'm not ready to compete, but thanks though!” Kaley piped up, “You're kidding right, your body is fantastic. You would do great in the 20 and over division.” “Actually I'm only 19, just finished my freshman year of college.” I replied. Abby and Kaley looked at each other with wide eyes. Abby added, “You are only 19 and you look like that? Oh my god, Jed, you look amazing! Look around the pool, stud. Everyone here is under the drinking age. You are clearly the buffest and hottest guy here.” I looked around and realized I did seem to have the most muscular body in the area. There were several other in shape teenage boys and even some Dad's with young kids, but none of them could match my physique. Once again I has hit with the realization that when I wasn't around Dad and Ted, I was becoming quite the stud myself! It was a huge ego boost and I could feel myself plumping up, even in the cool water of the pool. Similarly, these two young ladies were the easily full figured and toned young women as well. Kaley added, “We're both 18, just graduated high school. Wow, I certainly hope all college guys are as hot as you!” “Well thanks, I'm certainly trying my best. You two look like you could be competing as well. You're legs are fantastic. Actually ALL of you is beautiful.” We continued to engage in some fun pool-bound flirting, swimming around and playing games. We played tag and the girls wouldn't just tag me, they had to grab my firm biceps or tag my taught waist. At one point both of them tried to gang up on me and dunk me. They were climbing all over me, tits everywhere pressed up against me. I now strong enough that I easily could defeat them. I dunked them both for fun and they came up laughing hysterically. They came up and again attacked me, groping my muscular young frame in the process. Under the surface, Abby suddenly reached up under my board shorts and gave my cock a squeeze! The surprise move worked, I lost my concentration and they finally succeeded in pushing my head under the water. When I came back up Abby was grinning at me seductively and she gave me a sexy wink. We took a rest and I looked around the pool and could see all the jealous young boys staring on as I entertained the two hottest girls in the pool. We swam to the side and rested against the wall. My own teenage hormones were now in full throttle. “Would you like to come up to my room, Abby?” Abby looked at Kaley and they whispered to each other. I couldn't make out their entire conversation, but I did hear Kaley say under her breath, “you saw him first, girl. He's all yours...” Abby and I climbed out of the pool and grabbed our stuff. As we left the pool area we saw Kaley talking to some of the other boys. She could obviously have her second pick of the remaining fellas. What followed in my room was the hottest sex I had ever had. I was still was fairly new to fucking. I could still count on one hand the number of different girls I had screwed and was more than OK with that fact. I had no desire to whore myself around. I later found out that Abby was the same way. Abby was by the far the hottest and most in shape girl I had slept with. With my own improved strength and stamina and her toned physique I was able to pound at here like I never had with any other girl. I had her moaning in pleasure so loud I was afraid someone in the hotel would call us in. Her moaning only fed my sex-craved ego further as we switched up positions and continued at it. Abby was having the time of her life as well, “Yeah, fuck be you big buff college stud! Those little wimps in the pool got nothing on you, big boy!” Finally we timed our released and climaxed at the same time. With her under me I slammed my torso down onto her. Her big full tits pressed against my own firm pectorals as our tongues attacked each others' mouths as we finished. I blew the biggest load of my life filling my condom with more baby batter than I ever had before. We released each other and laid back to catch our breath. Once rested, Abby spoke first, “Wow, Jed that was amazing. You are a beast in bed. Not that I have a ton of experience but that was by far the best lay I've had.” “MMMmm. Thanks, babe. You too.” We hung out and chatted a for a while longer until the clock read 11:45pm. Abby had a room curfew of midnight so she had to get going. As she was sitting on the bed in just her bra and panties the bedroom door swung open and in walked my hulking father, with the hot supplement girl just behind. Abby blanched in embarrassment and picked up the bed sheet to cover herself and turned away. “OH, SORRY!” Dad shouted as he saw the lithe half-naked female. Supplement girl quickly realized what was going on and grabbed my father's hand, “No worries, big guy. We can go to my room.” They turned to exit the room. As he turned to leave my father caught my eye, gave me a big 'ole grin and a thumbs up. I telepathically received his 'attaboy' and returned my own thumbs up. Once the door was closed Abby spoke up. “OH MY GOD. Is that your father? Isn't that the huge guy who ripped out of his shirt at the expo?” “Yeah, that's him.” I was certainly glad I has been able to plow Abby before she met my father in person. “Wow, well if you grow up to look like that you better stay in touch me!” We exchanged phone numbers and she headed back to her room. The next morning Dad came back to our room and had me inform him of the details of my escapade last night. He clapped his big hand on my shoulder and offered his praise. “Nice job, Son. She was a babe!” We knocked on the door to Ted and V's room and they opened. Ted walked into our room and smirked at me. “Good morning, Jed! How was your night? It SOUNDED like you had a great time!” My face reddened in embarrassment. He looked at my father and added, “Either Jed here was watching porn with volume way too loud or he was giving some young lass the night of her life!” My father guffawed, “Well, what can I say. The young buck takes after his old man. You should've seen her Ted. She was hot young thing!” Oh god, please let this conversation end. While it was amazingly uncomfortable, I could see the pride beaming out of both Ted and Pops. Later that afternoon we filed in to the auditorium to watch Ted compete in Classic Physique. He looked amazing, of course and in the end it was apparent the winner was going to be a toss up between Ted and another amazingly shredded guy about Ted's age. Unfortunately, the other competitor won out and Ted had to settle for second. Ted would later tell us that he was more than happy with his placing. He knew the guy who won and was happy for his and told us he deserved it. After Ted's show we enjoyed a nice big supper at a restaurant nearby. Not as much as Ted, who was stoked to wolf down a big greasy hamburger after starving himself for the last few days. The guy who beat Ted was in the same restaurant and came over to chat with us. It turned out he was an extremely nice guy. He also voiced his displeasure about that Dallas Winters guy too. After talking with him we had no ill will toward him for taking the crown from our buddy Ted. That evening we went back to watch the bodybuilding show with the supposed 'big boys'. After living with my father that term didn't hold as much meaning as it used to. We watched grade-A asshole Dallas Winters compete and win the biggest weight class, the super-heavyweights. You had to admit he did look fantastic and he obviously was one of the three or four best physiques on stage. In the final posedown for the overall title he cockily and rudely muscled his way in between other competitors. Ted would later explain that too much pushing and shoving is supposed to disqualify someone. Ted would also later explain that he knew Dallas had fooled around with one the older judges and how competitive bodybuilding has a lot of politics involved, so it was unlikely he would get disqualified. Ted let us know that really, the light-heavyweight competitor should probably win based on his better conditioning, but assured us Dallas would win. As the result were read Ted as right. Politics won out and Dallas was declared the overall winner. As it was announced you could here him shout, “YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! THIS IS MY STAGE!” just barely audibly over the crowds applause. You could clearly make out the disappointment and annoyance on the other competitors face as well as they begrudgingly congratulated him. You could tell from his opponents that we was not well liked by just about anyone. “UGH. And you now you watch. He will sign up for the July 29th show just to be an asshole,” Ted said with an annoyed tone. A short while later we had packed up all of our stuff from our rooms and the four of us met in the hotel lobby to check out and head home. As we waiting Dallas parading himself though the lobby holding his trophy up in the air and whooping loudly. A couple of minutes after Dallas was gone my father turned to Ted, looked down at him and announced, “You know what little buddy. I've been thinking about it and I think I'm going to go ahead and enter that July 29th competition.” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Whew. I keep thinking that I'm going to post shorter chapters. Then I start writing and come up with more situations to put these fellas in and the chapter balloons like Chad's growing muscles! Thanks for all the comments. And please, feel free to comment and post your suggestions. I originally was not going to have Jed get any but after ya'll pointed out his celibacy I knew I had to help a brother out. Obviously I can't and won't be able to use all your requests, but they do give me ideas! THANKS AGAIN! 4 29 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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