MuscleJoe Posted July 17, 2020 Share Posted July 17, 2020 2 hours ago, muscleaddict said: He just needs more people like Ryan North to tell him how hot he is! New experiences. Unsure of himself. Issues gays and gay bodybuilders have fought off for years. it’s nice to watch D grow and come out of his shell 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brawnygods Posted July 18, 2020 Share Posted July 18, 2020 On 7/16/2020 at 10:12 AM, muscleaddict said: “I’m spending the day eating as MUCH fucking junk food as possible!” Just imagining the effect of a post-competition binge on Ryan's physique. He's gonna swell up like a balloon! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sjdmuscle Posted July 18, 2020 Share Posted July 18, 2020 1 hour ago, brawnygods said: Just imagining the effect of a post-competition binge on Ryan's physique. He's gonna swell up like a balloon! Just like between his legs when he started his binge? 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jtchef2 Posted July 19, 2020 Share Posted July 19, 2020 4 hours ago, Sjdmuscle said: Just like between his legs when he started his binge? I had a buddy of mine gain 35 lbs in 3 days post contest. His stage weight was 167. 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
muscleaddict Posted July 19, 2020 Author Share Posted July 19, 2020 15 hours ago, brawnygods said: Just imagining the effect of a post-competition binge on Ryan's physique. He's gonna swell up like a balloon! Ok that turned me on 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post muscleaddict Posted July 19, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted July 19, 2020 Seventeen “Oh, here he is - the dirty stop out!” my dad says to me as I walk into the kitchen on Monday morning. My brother's sitting next to him at the table eating his breakfast. I grab my porridge bowl and don’t react. “Maybe he pulled?” Joshua suggests. Fuck. I feel a pinch of nerves. But I feel myself starting to smirk too. “Don’t be fucking stupid!” my dad barks. “Who’d have him?” I roll my eyes and sit down at the table. My dad drops his spoon and gawps at my chest with his mouth open. He’s noticed that I’m wearing the Deano’s Gym t-shirt again. “Are you taking the fucking PISS?” he shouts. I shrug, pull a face and bury my head in my breakfast bowl. “He moaned his bloody head off about having to wear that t-shirt on Saturday!” he tells Josh. “I just grabbed it from the clothesline!” I lie, feeling my chest tightening. My dad huffs and slowly shakes his head at me. “Did you go out with your mates when you got back on Saturday then?” Josh asks inquisitively. For fuck’s sake. My stomach clenches. What’s with all the questions? “Erm … no?!” I say defensively, as if it’s a weird thing to ask me. “He stayed at his NEW bezzie mates!” my dad says, in a patronising way. Fuck. My stomach twists even more. “WHO?” Josh cries. Jesus fucking Christ. Why does EVERYTHING I do become such a big deal in this house? I can’t even take a fucking shit without someone making a comment about it. “Ponce face bloody Ryan from the gym.” I avoid looking at my brother’s face. “What did you do - spend all night doing each other’s hair?” my dad jokes. I choke on my porridge and start coughing. I stand up, leave the table and walk out of the kitchen, taking my bowl with me. “We’re leaving in ten minutes!” my dad shouts. I jog up the stairs, smirking as I think about what my dad just said. I can’t believe I’m going to get to see Ryan again today. Even though it’s been less than twenty-four hours since I was sat in his car holding hands with him. I’m excited to see him, but I’m feeling weirdly nervous too. Is the Deano’s Gym t-shirt overkill? I mean - Ryan did say that I should wear it more often. I spent most of yesterday wondering if he was gonna text me. I kept checking Instagram to see if he’d DM’ed me, every time risking the chance of seeing any updates from Woody and Henderson (which I didn’t). I kept wondering whether he was thinking about me. And what we did the night before. I had a feeling he had. Then, late in the afternoon, when I’d still not heard from it, I thought, “Fuck it!” and uploaded the picture of me, Ryan and Liam “The Guns” Watson hitting crab most musculars to my Instagram profile. Shit loads of people liked it, but I only cared about one. And when that like came through, along with a comment, I felt like my whole body was going to melt into my mattress. And then he DM’ed me. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Fucking hell. And okay - I know there’s the whole “on a break” from Katie situation, but I’m trying not to think about that too much. Because what happened the other day feels so huge. And so special. And maybe it’s not perfect. But it’s something. I’ve finally fucking found something. “Can I go on the gym floor this afternoon?” I ask my dad as I do belt up and avoid making eye contact with him. “You’ll go where I say,” he says. I roll my eyes and shake my head. “That means I’ll have to put you in the Juice Bar this morning.” I shrug. “Alright!” I say, trying not to smirk. My dad glares at me suspiciously. “Oh, I get it!” Fuck. I look at him confused, my chest tightening. “Bloody Ryan’s in this afternoon, isn’t he?” Fuck, fuck, fuck. Dad groans and shakes his head. “I pay you to WORK. Not to sit around chatting to your ponce face pretty boy mates!” I roll my eyes, but I’m smirking too. I’m finding it hard not to. I look out the window to reduce the risk of my dad noticing. “Suppose he’s a better influence than those twat friends from school!” The morning in the Juice Bar drags. I check my Instagram a few more times to see if Ryan has messaged me again. I keep wondering whether he’s just as excited at the prospect of seeing me again as I am of seeing him. And I also keep thinking about what happens next. Surely there’s more? Surely he wants to be with me again? Wants to kiss me and touch me in the way he kept doing the other night? And yesterday morning? Just like I want to do right now. To be wrapped around him, curled into his chest in his bed. Taking in his scent. Being consumed by his mass. I want it so much it almost hurts. It’s only when I’m walking through the gym floor a few hours later to jump behind the desk that I start to feel nervous again at the prospect of seeing him. As I head to the desk, I know he’s here, somewhere. Maybe he's watching me. Noticing that I’m wearing the Deano’s Gym t-shirt he told me to wear more often. Jesus. Why DID I wear this t-shirt today? Way to play it cool, Deano. Which is what I’m trying to do now, even though I feel so fucking nervous. Even though my heart’s beating faster than usual. I don’t know what my face is doing, but I feel like I look nervous too. Which I fucking hate. I scan the room and I see him over by the bench press as his client is training. Fuuuck. He’s looking right at me. And he’s smiling. This big, warm, slightly suspicious grin. Like, I dunno, he’s noticed I’m nervous but he thinks it's kind of cute or something? I roll my tongue around the inside of my cheek and smile back at him. Feeling like a giddy fucking schoolboy. God - he looks so hot in his bright blue “Ryan North PT” t-shirt. Sill bronzed from his competition from the weekend. He looks a little fuller than usual. Post competition weight. Fuck. His biceps are bulging. I can’t believe I got to squeeze those flexed guns as Ryan made me cum. I can’t believe I squeezed and felt the ridiculously huge and round arse I’m now looking at as it’s stuffed into his trackies. Not long after I’m messing with my dad’s laptop. I can see Ryan’s finished with his client. And now he’s coming up to me. I bite my lip and try to stay cool. “Helloooo!” he says to me in a stupid voice, giving me this big, affectionate grin. I can tell he’s a little nervous too, even though he’s pretending not to be. “Alright?” I ask, feeling slightly awkward. “Yep!” he says, with a smirk and giving me this look. Then he does this goofy little laugh and I'm just grinning back at him. Feeling kind of stupid and giddy but fuck - what a moment. “Nice t-shirt!” he says, with a raised eyebrow. He leans against the desk, his big arms bulging (GRRRR!) and twists his head round in an attempt to look at the laptop screen. “You checking out my Instagram?” he teases. I smirk and roll my eyes. I suddenly realise where we are and who might be watching and my stomach clenches. I nervously look around to see if dad or Big Steve’s around, but they’re not. Ryan bites his lip and does a quick scan of the gym. Like he’s suddenly realised too. “So … how was your weekend, Deano?” he asks, looking back at me with a mischievous smirk. I shrug and pull an indifferent face. “Hmmm. Was okay, I guess!” I tease. He raises an eyebrow at me, still smirking. “Pretty boring, to be honest!” I add. He narrows his eyes at me, but he’s smirking like crazy. I bite my lip, looking around again to make sure no one’s looking in our direction. Ryan clears his throat. “So …” he pauses and looks around. Fuck. My chest expands. What is Ryan North about to ask me? “When’s your next day off?” he asks, with THE sexiest fucking smirk. Fuuuuck. “Erm … Wednesday?” Ryan nods. He clears a throat. “Well, I have a client in the morning but … wanna do something afterwards?” He bites his lip. He seems a little nervous all of a sudden. It feels like my heart has just jumped into my throat. I nod and give him a little smile. And his mouth curls into a bigger grin. That big, gorgeous grin. I feel I want to fucking melt. “Cool!” he says. “I’ll come and pick you up after work!” I roll my tongue around the inside of my mouth, trying not to smile so fucking much. “Better get back!” he says, gesturing to his client. “Oh and erm … feel free to wear that t-shirt for me. Again!” And then I watch him walk back to his client. His incredible arse stuffed into his trackies and the lats I got to fucking squeeze the other night stretching out his tight blue t-shirt. So Ryan wants to “do something” on Wednesday. I have no idea what. Are we just going to his flat again? Are we just gonna have sex? I mean - that wouldn’t exactly be the worst thing. At all. Or something else. I don’t know what this really means. All I know is that Ryan wants to see me again. Ryan wants to spend time with me. I’m gonna get to be with him again. And I’m probably gonna get to kiss him again. And hold his hand. God, I love holding his hand. Can I just fast forward to two days time? I check my Instagram a dozen times that evening, wondering if I'm going to hear from Ryan again. But every time I check, my inbox is empty. And then, around ten-thirty I get a text. “Still wearing that t-shirt??” (with the tongue out winking emoji). It’s ridiculous what getting a text message from Ryan does to me. My insides are going crazy. And I can’t stop fucking smiling. I am ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. I type a reply to his text and hit send. “Haha! No sorry - just a vest!” (with a thinking face emoji.) Is that a bit shit? I’ve never been good at the whole texting thing. Just like I'm not that good with Instagram, I guess. Three dots tell me that Ryan is writing a reply. A text comes through the monkey covering his face emoji. And now he’s typing something else. “Pic or it didn’t happen!” Huh? I’m smirking into my phone. What - does Ryan want me to send him a selfie? Fuck it. I flip the camera on my phone and take a shot of my torso and send it to him. And then I think of something to add. “Spunked in your boxers yet??” Is that too much? Maybe it is. But then Ryan replies. “HAHAHA!!” And now I’m smiling even more. And melting into my bed. Because I just made Ryan laugh again. I just actually sent a decent text message that was actually funny. “Love it!” he replies, with another tongue out winking emoji. “And no - not quite. But the sight of your pecs has taken me one step closer!” he replies, with the monkey covering his mouth. He’s typing something else. “Seeing your abs would probably help!” Ha! Okay, I’ve never done this kind of thing before, but what the hell. I whip off my white vest and take a shot of my pecs and tensed abs. Fuck - they look pretty awesome in the pic. I hit send and feel a heady mix of nerves and excitement at the thought of Ryan’s reply. And then it comes. But he doesn’t just send one. He sends an onslaught of messages. Three shocked face emojis. A “DING DONG!” And a gif of someone fainting. I’m laughing into my phone when Ryan sends another message. “You know there are probably guys out there who have wanked off over those abs?” What the fuck? I’m smirking into my phone. I know he’s probably right, but it’s an odd thought. Random guys who don't even know me getting turned on by a picture of my muscles. I dunno. It feels kind of … powerful though. And pretty horny I have to say. But as nice as the thought is, there’s only really one guy I care about being turned on by my body right now. I send through three blushing face emojis to Ryan. (I NEVER use emojis.) And then I type another message. “But more have probably wanked off over your huge arse!” I bite my lip as I look at the sent message. I actually feel a little nervous at the prospect of Ryan’s reply. He sends through the tongue out emoji. “Maybe we should start a big bum club? Huge Glutes R Us? Massive Booties Inc?” I laugh at my screen. And now I’ve got a fucking hard on thinking about Ryan’s arse. Fuck. “We do have rather big arses to be fair!” I type, with the peach emoji and the monkey covering his mouth. Ryan sends a message. “Two big arsed freaks together!!” Three dots appear. Ryan’s typing something else. And then the message comes through. “You looked so fucking sexy today!” Fuck. I smile dreamily into my phone. How the hell do I respond to that? “Hmmm. You looked okay. I guess.” (And I send the rolling eyes emoji after it.) “HAHA! Just okay, eh? Hmmm. I suppose you were checking out my client today then? That must have the reason you kept looking over!” Ha! I play with the inside of my mouth, failing to keep from smiling. “I guess you’re kinda hot. For a bronzed muscle freak!” I hit send, feeling weirdly nervous that I just called Ryan hot. He sends through a single emoji. The winking face with the tongue out. Followed by a message. “Hmmm. You don’t fool me, Deano Watkins Junior.” I furrow my eyebrows as I look at the text, still smirking like crazy. I guess I really can’t fool Ryan. Why is that this guy is able to see me in a way that most people don't? Three dots appear. He’s typing something else. But then the dots disappear. I stare at the screen, waiting for another message. Waiting for the dots to appear again. But they don’t. And now I'm wondering what Ryan started to type before he changed his mind and deleted it. I throw my phone down on the mattress and sink my face into my pillow, this feeling of warmth going through me as I think about Ryan’s texts. As I think about Ryan full stop. I look at my hand lying on the mattress. And then I take my other hand, grip it with my fingers and hold it. Imagining that one of the hands belongs to Ryan. Which probably makes me a total freak. A massive fucking weirdo. But I honestly don’t give a shit. All I really care about right now is Ryan. 33 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
biggymnast84 Posted July 19, 2020 Share Posted July 19, 2020 Another amazing chapter in the life of Deano! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again MuscleAddict...you have one hell of a writing talent. It’s almost like we are there! Keep it up man and I can’t wait for the next installment. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
muscleaddict Posted July 19, 2020 Author Share Posted July 19, 2020 1 minute ago, biggymnast84 said: Another amazing chapter in the life of Deano! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again MuscleAddict...you have one hell of a writing talent. It’s almost like we are there! Keep it up man and I can’t wait for the next installment. Thanks so much @biggymnast84 I should get the next chapter out mid-week. @stewbake should recognise a few of the places referenced in it 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stewbake Posted July 19, 2020 Share Posted July 19, 2020 26 minutes ago, muscleaddict said: Thanks so much @biggymnast84 I should get the next chapter out mid-week. @stewbake should recognise a few of the places referenced in it I’m mesmerised by the writing @muscleaddict, every chapter keeps me hanging on that cliff edge! Love it and can’t wait to see what you come up with next! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
muscleaddict Posted July 19, 2020 Author Share Posted July 19, 2020 7 minutes ago, stewbake said: I’m mesmerised by the writing @muscleaddict, every chapter keeps me hanging on that cliff edge! Love it and can’t wait to see what you come up with next! Thanks for the sweet words, matie! Maybe Ryan takes Deano for a walk through the Dukes Mound bushes? 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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