m/m Deano's Summer: A Muscle University Story

[Sjdmuscle]

On 7/9/2020 at 7:51 AM, Ozymandias said:

Well, I hope Ryan’s bed is reinforced...

Don't worry, Deano can always throw a sock or a hundred under the mattress!

[Jtchef2]

That was AWESOME

[muscleaddict]

Fifteen

We don’t speak for the short car ride to Ryan’s flat. Halfway through the journey, he slides his bronzed forearm over my thigh and grips the inside of my leg with his hand. Fuck. Having Ryan’s forearm pressing down on my thigh, his fingers gripping my thigh, I feel like my insides are about to explode. No one’s ever made me feel like this before. No girls I’ve ever been with. Not Sebastian Wood. Fucking no one.

I gently grip his forearm with a hand. The minute my fingers make contact, Ryan briefly closes his eyes. He's got this look on his face. Like he’s in some kind of personal heaven. Fucking hell. Is he feeling anything close to what I’m feeling right now? It barely seems possible. But the expression on his face is telling me that maybe, just maybe, he actually fucking is. 

Ryan’s biting his lip gently as I continue to grip on to his forearm. The bronzed forearm of a muscle freak. And I’m just looking at him. Taking him in. I feel like I’m finally able to look at him the way I want to. His jawline. His eyes. His thick neck. His huge arms. The pecs which are straining through the material of his t-shirt. He really is a beautiful man.

I suddenly think about the first bodybuilder I ever masturbated to. Brad McCarthy. I don’t know why seeing him in the magazine I stole from the gym had the effect on me that it did. I don’t know why seeing his thick mass of muscle, shredded and bronzed under dick thin skin, turned me on so much. I don’t know why it had so much power over me. But it did. And yeah - it freaked me out. But I gave into it. I let it have that power over me.

And now I’m sitting next to a huge, bronzed competitive bodybuilder. My dick throbbing in my trackies and my boxers damp with pre-cum as that very bodybuilder’s thick veiny forearm presses down on my thigh and he tickles my leg with his fingers. And I’m scared. Because I don’t know what’s going to happen when I get to Ryan's flat. I don’t know what he’s expecting of me. I’ve never been in this situation before. But I’m totally giving in to it. Just like that day I gave in to my feelings and came over a picture of Brad McCarthy, I’m totally giving in to my feelings for Ryan. I’m giving in to the power he has over me.

When Ryan parks the car outside of his house, my stomach suddenly clenches with nerves. He looks at me, biting his lip. 

“You okay, D?” 

I give him a nod and his mouth curls into a little smile. He takes the back of his hand and gently brushes my upper arm with his fingers while biting his lip again. Fuuuuck. I feel like I’m melting into the chair. How can an action so small feel so fucking epic?

And now he’s just looking at my face. His eyes fall on my lips. He’s going to kiss me. 

Ryan North is going to fucking kiss me.

His face moves closer. His STUPIDLY good looking face. I close my eyes. And feel my whole body melt as Ryan’s lip touch mine. Holy. Fucking. Hell. 

We part lips and he rests his forehead against mine. His smiling face so close to mine. How is this happening? How is Ryan’s face right there? How do I get to kiss this beautiful man? How is he wrapping one of his thick, bronzed arms around my waist in the way he’s doing right now? Me gripping onto it tightly? 

Ryan breathes a deep sigh. “Deano Watkins Junior…,” he says in a hushed voice, looking me in the eyes, his mouth curling into a cheeky smirk. “You are one sexy little fucker!” 

I have to bite my lip to stop from smiling so fucking much. I look at the forearm I’m gripping with my fingers. The huge, bronzed hairless forearm of a competitive bodybuilder. Which I get to grip on to. And touch. In all the ways I want. 

“Have you done anything like this before?” Ryan asks me.

I shake my head. I suddenly feel vulnerable. But in the arms of this achingly beautiful bodybuilder who smells of competition tan, I feel safe too. Ryan makes me feel safe. I don’t ask the question back to him, because I’m pretty sure I already know what the answer would be. 

Ryan gives my waist a little squeeze. I lean my face closer to his and kiss him, feeling like I want to melt again. Into the car seat. Into’s Ryan’s bronzed skin. Into the mountain of rock hard, competition conditioned muscle mass that’s pressed against me and gripping me tightly. 

This is the second time I’ve ever initiated a kiss with another guy. Only this time the guy doesn’t push me off. This time the guy doesn’t freak out afterwards and tells me what we did was wrong, even though it didn’t feel that way at all. This time when we’re done the guy gently rubs his nose against mine and carries on holding me tightly.

When I’m out of the car and trailing behind Ryan to the front door of the house which contains the flat he lives in, I suddenly remember the first time I saw him. Standing in the foyer of my dad’s gym. Looking at his thick bull neck. His tanned triceps. And his ridiculously wide back which stretched the material of the tight, black t-shirt he was wearing. And I remember how I noticed his arse - even bigger (and rounder) than mine as it stuck out and stretched the material of his trackies. Just like it’s doing right now as I’m following him through the front door. 

And I think about how, even though I couldn’t see his face, I just knew he was good looking. STUPIDLY good looking. And how, even then, there was something about him that caught my attention. Maybe, somehow, I just knew. Maybe I could sense it. That Ryan was special. That he was different. That he was like me. 

As I’m following him up the stairs, I think about reaching out and touching his back. Or placing a hand on his waist. Maybe even reaching for one of his hands and tangling my fingers in between his. I know I could. But it kinda feels like Ryan’s in charge here. And I think I’m gonna let him take the lead.

Which he does, as soon as I’m inside his flat and he’s closing the door behind me, and he’s towering over me in his hallway, looking at me with this expression, like he wants me. So fucking much.

Ryan steps towards me. This big tall giant of a bodybuilder. His scent engulfs me. His presence consumes me. He reaches his hand out and puts it on my waist and he comes closer still and oh … my … fucking … God … Ryan North’s body is pressed up against mine. His huge mass pushed against me. I feel like I’ve wanted this for so long, even though I’ve only known him for a little while. 

And now I feel like my whole fucking body has been set on fucking fire. Because Ryan is kissing me again. His tongue is in my mouth. My stomach is pushed up against his. His crotch pressed hard against the hard on in my trackies. My hands are round on his back. Exploring the thick, hard muscle. I’m his. To do whatever the fuck he wants to do with me.

Ryan takes my hand and leads me through his flat. It’s so weird. I’ve only been here once before, but somehow this place feels so familiar to me. 

And now we’re in his bedroom. I’m in Ryan North’s bedroom. Which is pretty average looking with its white walls and doubled bed with a blue duvet cover. There’s nothing to suggest it’s the bedroom of a competitive bodybuilder. Or someone who’s secretly a bit of a nerd with a habit of watching Japanese cartoons and doing impressions of Sloth from The Goonies.

And then everything in the room melts away. Because Ryan North, still gripping my hand, pushes his torso up against my shoulder. And I’m turning around and holy fucking shit. We’re kissing again. Harder and more passionate than before. The most passionate fucking kiss. 

And now he’s tugging at the bottom of my Deano’s Gym t-shirt and lifting it up. Fuck. I lift up my arms and let Ryan remove the tight material from my body until my bare torso is on display. 

And the way he’s looking at my body. The way he’s almost studying it. This look of amazement and arousal as he takes in my shoulders and pecs and abs. God - it’s fucking intoxicating. No one’s ever looked at my body quite like this before. No one’s ever made me feel as sexy as Ryan’s making me feel right now. 

He places both of his hands on my waist, still looking in awe of my body. He bites his lip gently, looks me in the eye and curls his mouth into the sexiest smirk. 

And now his hands are running up my stomach. His big, bronzed, veiny hands feeling my wonky shaped abs. He moves up to my pecs. The whole of his right hand now placed over the thick muscle of my left pec. I instinctively tense and Ryan gives it a hard squeeze. Fuck. He’s not taking his eyes off my torso. It’s like he’s unable to look away from the muscle. Almost like he’s hypnotised. 

Ryan’s hand runs across to one of my shoulders. And down to my arm. And now he’s gripping one of my thick upper arms. I instinctively tense. Ryan’s mouth curls into a little smirk. He places his hand flat around my biceps. Without even thinking, without second-guessing whether I should, I clench my fist and flex. 

"Fuck!" he cries, his eyes bulging. And now he’s squeezing my flexed biceps. I’m flexing. Ryan’s squeezing. And God. This. Is. So. Fucking. HORNY. Because muscle is fucking horny. And special. And unique. Huge, pumped, shredded, freaky as fuck muscle. There really isn’t anything more erotic in the world to me. Nothing’s ever going to turn me on more. I think I’ve always kind of known that. 

Ryan brings his face to mine and kisses me again. His tongue dancing with mine as I sink into his muscle. My chest up against his. My hands on his waist. Working their way around to his back. My hands running up further. Feeling the huge expanse of rock hard muscle under the material of his bright red t-shirt as he kisses me hard and passionately and squeezes my body tightly. His hot scent engulfing me. Our hard dicks squashed together. Muscle on muscle. Mass on mass. So erotic I can barely fucking breathe.

My hands find his thick lats and my dick judders furiously against Ryan’s crotch. I’m squeezing his thick back muscle. Ryan’s tongue still in my mouth.  I feel like I could cum at any given moment. What the fuck is this man doing to me?

We part lips. Foreheads touching. Arms still wrapped around each other. Fuck. I can tell he’s just as turned on as I am. Our bodies are different in so many ways. And yet, we just seem to fit together. Him tall and huge. Me short and wide. 

“Are you okay?” Ryan asks me again, gently. I smile and nod. He smiles back, looking me in the eyes. I can’t believe he’s mine. To touch and kiss however I want to.

My hands are on his waist. His body feels rock hard underneath the material of his t-shirt, which I’m now tugging at. He’s still looking me in the eyes as I pull up the material and get a glimpse of the ridiculously bronzed stomach of the bodybuilder before me. Fuck. There’s no fat there. It’s just dick thin skin and shredded, rock hard muscle. 

I pull Ryan’s t-shirt up further, the ridges separating his abs appearing. His crazily developed abs. The kind of abs in the pictures and videos of bodybuilders I cum to. 

Abs I saw being crunched and flexed on stage at a bodybuilding show just a few hours earlier to an adoring audience of muscle hungry spectators. And which are now mine to touch and explore. To do what I fucking want with. 

Ryan grabs his t-shirt and lifts it up his torso and over his head until he’s standing in front of me topless. His gloriously shredded torso right there. His fucking abs now on show. Those big, thick fucking pecs so close to me. Cushions of pec muscle bulging off his chest. Both beautiful and obscene in equal measures. Those brutal, boulder shoulders and those thick upper arms now on naked display.

I can’t stop staring at the beautifully bronzed muscle before me. Ryan grabs his wrist with one hand and - holy SHIT - gently flexes into a most muscular. Everything pops and tenses. Veins erupt. My cock judders in my trackies. I reach out and place my hand on his shoulder. Rock hard and outrageously huge. I move my hand down to his pecs, tensed and striated. Ryan squeezes harder, letting out a little hissing noise. This insanely sexy, almost smug grin on his face as he looks from his freaky torso to my face.

I can tell Ryan loves his body. That he loves being a shredded freak. And I know that he also loves the reaction it gets from others. Like the one it’s getting from me right now. I can tell that he loves seeing what it’s doing to me. The kind of power his muscle has over me. 

I’ve never touched a bodybuilder like this before. I've never been allowed to. I’ve never squeezed the thick pec muscle bulging off a bodybuilder's chest. Never ran my index finger down the deep groove in the middle of his chest separating the muscle. Never slid my hand over to one of his flexed upper arms and - FUCK - felt like I wanted to explode with cum as I squeezed the ball of huge, pumped, paper thin skinned bicep muscle which feels like marble to the touch. Rock hard. Freaky as fuck. Muscle exploding before my eyes. Veins throbbing underneath my fingers.

And I’ve never had a bodybuilder reach over and squeeze one of MY upper arms at the same time I’m touching his. Never seen him bite his lip as he digs his fingers into my thick, overdeveloped arm again. Or had the urge to flex my biceps once more and listen to said bodybuilder let out a sexy groan as he feels my now flexed biceps. I've never been one of two bodybuilders mutually feeling and squeezing each other’s obscenely developed, fully flexed biceps the way me and the beautiful muscle man before me are doing right now.

Ryan takes his hand off my biceps. And with his mouth curling into the sexiest smirk, he cheekily lifts up his right arm into a flex with a huffing sound, my hand going with it. And suddenly, Ryan’s huge, bronzed bicep muscles are flexing and exploding under my fingertips. And now I’m gripping and squeezing the freaky, rock hard biceps of a demigod bodybuilder, not long off the stage of a competition.

His eyes veer from my face to his flexed biceps, failing to hide a slightly smug look on his face. I can tell he loves it. Flexing and having me feel and squeeze his bicep muscles. I can tell he’s getting as much of a kick out of it as I am. He suddenly purses his lips. His eyes meet mine, this mischievous glint in his eyes. He lifts up his other arm and now he’s flexing both arms in a front double bicep. He suddenly looks like he’s so pleased with himself. Almost arrogant. He looks me dead in the eye, biceps still squeezed and whispers a cocky, “Yeah!” in my face. God, I love it.

Ryan stops flexing and leans his face towards mine. He kisses me again, wrapping his huge arms under mine and around my back. My hands slip to his insanely muscular back. God, I love kissing him. 

When we’re done, I move my face down and bury it into his thick bull neck. Ryan’s squeezing me so tightly. Our torsos pushed together. I can feel his thick, bulging pecs. His shredded, blocky abs against my skin. His strong hands gripping me. Muscle on muscle. Mass on mass. All the time my face is buried into his neck. Feeling his sticky skin against mine. Breathing in his absurdly hot, masculine scent. It's like I’m buried in a cocoon of hard, sticky muscle mass. Fuck. I just wanna stay here forever. 

“Mmmm!” he says, burying his face into the top of my head and hair. I smile as I squeeze and grip tightly on to his back, feeling his cock throb and pulsate through his trackies against my crotch.

“Fuck!” he whispers. I unbury my face from his neck and look at Ryan. And his stupidly good looking face. He bites his lip and smiles at me. And once again I’m suddenly wondering - how the fuck is this happening to me?

Ryan takes my hand in his and, for the first time since I entered his flat, I feel a sudden pinch of nerves as he leads me to his bed. 

But as quickly as it comes, it disappears. Because Ryan’s wrapping his arms around me again and I’m gripping on to his big, veiny forearms and falling back on the mattress. And now I’m lying flat on a bed with a gorgeous, shredded bodybuilder on top of me. Fucking hell. 

A huge bronzed mountain of muscle weighing down on my own muscular body. Ryan's huge shoulders against my wide ones. His abs pressing down on mine. Sweaty muscle on my soft skin. My arms around his back gripping him tightly. My face buried in his shoulders. I feel like I’m going to cum. I feel like this is all I need. A bodybuilder just lying on top of me. This is all I need to cum. If we keep doing this for long enough, I know it’s gonna happen. 

He kisses me on the neck. Then on my pecs. Then he moves his head down and kisses my abs. And I’m gripping on to his shoulder blades. And then he moves one hand and strokes my cock through my trackies. Fuuuuuck. I groan and grip on to Ryan’s sticky, bronzed back as he continues to stroke and squeeze my hard on.

I feel like I’m about to explode. Like I might just fucking cum. At any given moment. How can one man turn me on so fucking much?

Ryan looks up and bites his lip. He’s not smiling. He’s just looking at me as he strokes my hard on through the material of my trackies. I take one hand and tickle the top of his ear. God. It feels so intimate. And special. So, so fucking special.

Still looking up at me, Ryan reaches for the waistband of my trackies. I let out a groan as he pulls and my trackies and boxers fall down. My cock exposed. All the time I’m looking down at him and into his eyes. He turns his eyes away, gives my hard cock a squeeze and I groan loudly as Ryan’s mouth and lips go around the head of my cock. God. Just … fucking ... GOD! 

I dig my fingers into Ryan's back as he swallows and sucks my cock. This has never felt this way before. Not fucking ever. Not with any girl. Not with anyone. And now he’s looking up at my face again, his mouth still working my cock. Maybe he wants to see what he’s doing to me from my expression. Or maybe he just wants to look at me.

“Oh God!” I pant. I suddenly feel like I’m gonna cum. “Fuck - Ryan!” But he still keeps sucking. I groan loudly and he finally releases his lips from my cock. And now he’s smirking at me. This beautiful bronzed muscle man smiling up at me. 

Ryan moves back up the bed so his face is next to mine again, leaning in and kissing me. This time so gently. My hand goes around his back. He’s still got his trackies on. I know what I have to do next.

My hand slips down to his hip. He’s kissing me. So, so gently. And looking me in the eye. I look down and his eyes follow. He bites his lip as I start to pull on the waistband of Ryan's trackies. I don’t really know what I’m doing here.

He asks me if I’m okay again in a quiet voice and I nod. He smiles and bites his lip, then shuffles and helps me pull down his trackies. And suddenly looking up at me is the bright red shiny material of the posing trunks Ryan wore for his competition.

And now I’m suddenly smiling. I don’t even like shiny posers, but fucking hell - it’s such a horny and surreal image. To have a bronzed up competition conditioned bodybuilder on top of me wearing a pair of posing trunks under the trackies he’s now peeling off his legs. 

He notices me smiling and gives me a cheeky, knowing smirk back. And now he’s pulling down his shiny red posing trunks and FUCK - Ryan’s hard dick is suddenly right there. It’s new. And it's different. To have a naked guy on top of me for the first time. To feel his hard, throbbing dick on my leg as he kisses me again.

I’m gripping on to his shoulder as he’s kissing me. Then my hand slips down to his upper arm. Ryan shifts. And then I feel his big hand go around my cock and squeeze it tightly and I groan into his mouth. And now he’s pounding my dick. 

He stops kissing me, wets his hand and wraps it around my cock again. “Oh God!” I cry as Ryan pounds my now wet cock. 

I keep gripping onto his upper arm. He curls his hand into a fist and the bicep muscle explodes under my fingertips. I groan and squeeze the muscle and Ryan flexes harder as he looks from me to his huge, bronzed biceps. Still pounding my cock with his other hand. And oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. I can feel myself about to cum. I can feel myself about to explode.

I groan loudly and Ryan leans in and kisses me. I close my eyes. Ryan’s wet tongue is in my mouth. His heavy mass is on top of me. His wet hand is pounding my cock. My hand is digging into his huge, flexed bicep muscle and oh … fuuuckkkk. I’m groaning into Ryan’s mouth. My body’s shaking. And I’m cumming. A guy is making me cum. A bodybuilder is making me cum. Ryan fucking North PT has just made me cum.

Ryan groans and falls on top of me, his face now buried in my chest. And now I’m just holding him. My hands around his back. Gripping on to his huge, sweaty, bronzed mass. Feeling the wetness of where I just came as the naked body of a competitive bodybuilder presses down on mine. 

I bury my face into the top of his head. Taking in his scent. That I love so much. And fuck. Holy shitting fuck. I can't believe that just happened. I can't believe I'm wrapped around Ryan naked. I can’t believe he’s mine. If only for this moment. I want to stop time. I don’t want to ever forget this moment.

I kind of get the feeling that I won’t.

[Luap82]

Brilliant. This just keeps getting better and better. Thank you! 

[Built22]

Absolutely brilliant 

Tender and erotic  and all the time Ryan asking if he's OK 

Definitely get the feeling Ryan has done this before, the way he's taking the lead and concerned that D is ok

And you always know when to end the chapter, keeping your audience wanting more 

Fabulous stuff mate, can't wait for the next chapter 

[DennisFLL]

MuscleAddict, this is such incredible and beautiful writing!  I've read a ton of stuff, especially during this isolation period, but nothing has captivated me as much as this story that  your pen to paper is composing.  So real, so erotic, so much heart.  Thank you. 

[biggymnast84]

MA, you have a talent for writing that most professionals don't even have. Emotional roller coasters, are hard to write but you are the KING! Keep it up man, can’t wait to read the next chapter! 

[Shawn1978]

Wonderful, amazing job with this chapter! I loved the tender, gentle way Ryan revealed himself to Deano and the way that he got Deano to slowly come out of his shell a bit more. Good to see Deano smile more, when he's always been so serious.

The love scene between them was very well written. Very erotic and very steamy, too!

Heatwave "Ryno" (Ryan and Deano) is on the move!

Or is "RyDe" a better couple name for these two? You decide, LOL!

[muscleaddict]

5 hours ago, Luap82 said:

Brilliant. This just keeps getting better and better. Thank you! 

 

4 hours ago, Built22 said:

Absolutely brilliant 

Tender and erotic  and all the time Ryan asking if he's OK 

Definitely get the feeling Ryan has done this before, the way he's taking the lead and concerned that D is ok

And you always know when to end the chapter, keeping your audience wanting more 

Fabulous stuff mate, can't wait for the next chapter 

Thanks so much guys - I'm glad you're both still enjoying it so much! 

[muscleaddict]

4 hours ago, DennisFLL said:

MuscleAddict, this is such incredible and beautiful writing!  I've read a ton of stuff, especially during this isolation period, but nothing has captivated me as much as this story that  your pen to paper is composing.  So real, so erotic, so much heart.  Thank you. 

Wow - thank you for those lovely words, matie! Realism and heart - I think these were two things I was definitely aiming for with this story so I appreciate that. The erotic element is just kind of a given with these types of stories isn't it?