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Popular Post dredlifter Posted March 1, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted March 1, 2021 CHAPTER 4 Later that night Oz would prove Grif’s suspicions wrong when at just after midnight, he returns with Haley. I’m enjoying some late night TV when they enter the house, greet me and quickly head downstairs. Oz has a proud smirk on his face as he leads her downstairs. Clearly Grif’s taunts from earlier have not killed any of his game. I salute him as he heads downstairs, wondering if Grif will cause any tension. I quiet the TV and listen down the stairwell for any signs of altercation, but nothing comes. Perhaps Grif has turned in early or Oz simply lead Haley right to his room before she could even get the chance to see Grif. I return to my show when about 10 minutes later I hear some pounding on the walls in the basement. Concerned, I get up and walk over to the banister and listen again. The bangs are light and rhythmic. It’s not long after that the tell tale sounds of female moaning can be heard through Oz’s door. He’s fucking Haley! The banging must be the headboard of his bed against the wall. Suddenly Grif starts stomping up the stairs. He sees me at the top and gives me an evil grin. “Are you pervin’ on Oz and Haley, Rory?” “Shut up, I was just wondering what that noise was.” Grif joins me at the top and we listen together at Haley’s moans. She starts to be more vocal and soon we can make out some of her words. Grif huffs, “That asshole, he’s totally telling her to be noisy to mess with me.” I listen some more and I swear I can make out some phrases. “So big.” “Filling me up.” “I bet Oz is just telling her to say those things.” “I don’t know Grif, unless she’s pulling a When Harry Met Sally thing right now it sounds legit.” “What’s ‘When Harry Met Sally’?” “Goddamnit Grif. Way to make me feel old. It’s an old movie where-” Suddenly a very loud shrill squeal erupts from the basement. Haley is full on yelling and screaming now. “Geez he must be really going to town on her,” I say. “Yeah, just imagine if she had chosen ME. A REAL man.” Grif heads to the kitchen to makes himself another bodybuilding snack. I join him to satisfy my own late night munchies. I try not to laugh as Haley continues to scream and moan very loudly. I begin to wonder if Grif is right and that Oz and Haley are simply messing with Grif on purpose. Because the noises coming from Oz’s room just have to be exaggerated. Right? Grif stuffs his face and rolls his eyes, “Good lord, Oz isn’t that big. She sure is the drama queen.” I raise my eyebrow and pounce at that statement, “Oh? Did you just admit you’ve seen Oz’s junk?” “Why, are you jealous?” “YES! But, touché.” “I mean, we’re two dudes who share a bathroom so yeah. Seemed average but obviously I didn’t stare and take notes.” “Shame. I would’ve happily taken those notes. Maybe he’s a grower not a shower.” “You really are a perv, boss.” “Well I live with two big studs. Including one massively jacked one in my kitchen right now.” Grif smiles as I butter him up. “Ah shucks, Rory, you say the sweetest things. Here, have a pec bounce.” Grif looks down and bounces his fantastic pecs for me. Yum. “Ok man, you gotta be careful there or I might jump you. But seriously, that is incredible, have you always been able to do that?” “I’ve been able to flex them, but really it was just this summer that I figured it out. I think it’s because my chest has gotten so big. I mean look at these things, Rory.” Oz now bounces them in rapid succession. “Trust me, Grif, I am.” “The bigger my pecs grow the easier they are to bounce. When I tense them I can just feel all that muscle weight lift and pull. Pretty cool huh.” “It really is. You should post an Instagram video.” “Ooo! Great idea, I definitely will.” A few minutes later it sounds as if Haley has emanated her final squeal leaving the only sounds to be Grif’s munching. Not soon after Oz makes his way up the stairs in just some tight, form hugging short black boxer briefs. I nearly choke on my drink as he saunters into the kitchen, seemingly ignoring us. He is glowing, still with just a light sheen of sweat on his body. His beautiful caramel muscles, while not as big as Grif’s, are pumped and defined from the exertion he has given Haley. He has that sexy biceps vein tracing down his arms. His short dark hair is disheveled and his face has an unmistakable cocky grin on it. Oz fetches a glass, fills it with water and chugs the entire thing down as I take in his rippling back and that firm, firm ass. He finishes drinking with a satisfied “ahhhhhh”. He refills the glass and turns to face us. I once again nearly choke, this time on my own spit. Oz’s crotch is packed full. He is clearly still at least partially excited from his conquest of Haley. Or maybe he’s starting to re-rev his engine for another round. His semi lies sideways so that it will grow toward his hip, which it may already doing, looking at least a good six or seven inches long already. Oz drinks down half of the refilled glass and catches our glare. “Oh hey boys. How has you’re night been fellas?” He doesn’t wait for us to answer. “Mine’s been SPECTACULAR. Sorry if things got a little loud down there.” Oz then smirks directly at Grif. “Girls tend to get real noisy when they are with SUPERIOR men.” Grif grunts, stands up and squares his shoulders and steps right up to Oz, easily out sizing him his muscle and height advantage. Grif does his best to intimidate Oz as he puffs out his larger bare chest right in front of Oz’s own impressive pecs. However, this does nothing to wipe the smug look off of Oz’s face, who looks up into Grif eyes. “You maybe have some height and muscle on me Grif...” Oz puts the glass back down on the counter, turns and walks back toward the stairs. Before exiting the room, though, he turns again toward us, reaches down and cups his massive bulge, “…but we both know I’m the bigger man where it really counts. Good night fellas.” - The last few weeks of the summer progress with only passing incidences between the studs. Of course, I’m sure those rare meetings only fuel their fire. What is amazing is that it appears Grif is fully entrenched in a truly impressive growth spurt which he is ecstatic to point out. One warm sunny weekend we are sitting out on my patio grilling up some steaks, two big 14-ouncers for the big guys and one 8-ounce cut for myself. The boys are standing there with drinks in their hands, both waters of course, as they were both fully into the lifting and nutrition thing by now, with their impressive physiques on display in tank tops. I watch as the two chat, noting how Grif once again is looking bigger than ever, especially in comparison to Oz. A fact that Grif has to jump on. “Oh hey get this fellas,” Grif begins with a smirk. “I’ve been working with one of the trainers at the gym for the last few weeks. Earlier today he took my stats. I’m up to 236 lbs!” “Damn, Grif, you just keep getting bigger,” I happily reply. “Cheers, Rory! Pretty cool, huh Oz.” “Meh, it’s alright I guess. You’re up to 236 because you’re putting on fat. You’re not shredded like me.” Grif chuckles, letting Oz say his piece. “Well, admittedly I’m not as shredded as you, but it’s because I have big muscles. Not those little marathon runner muscles like you.” Oz just rolls his eyes and takes a drink. Then Grif continues, “Oh yeah and the best thing I learned…I’m officially SIX FOOT TWO!” “No way, man, you lie,” Oz scoffs. However, as Grif stands there, proud as peacock, letting Oz and I take him in…it’s obvious. I can see it. Grif isn’t just a little taller than Oz now, he’s got a noticeable lead. “I’m not lying man. Plus…” Grif steps right up to Oz and looks a couple of inches down into Oz’s eyes. “…you better hope I’m not lying, because if I am, then that means you’re SHRINKING! Yeah, little guy, you see it. I’ve got a solid two inches on you. Shit, Oz, you look smaller than ever! Oh man you better hope I don’t just keep growing and GROWING!” Even with his sunglasses on I can see the nervousness on Oz’s face. I myself gulp as well, imagining Grif’s growth spurt continuing. Grif turns to see me looking up to him too…WAY up to him. “Would you like that too, Rory? No offense boss, but you look positively TINY to me now. Remember at the beginning of the summer when I was only like 3 inches taller than you? Now it’s more like 6 or 7! A whole half a foot! That’s HUGE! And with these muscles, I’m now about 80 lbs bigger than you. But you better believe I don’t wanna stop. I’m gonna start lifting even HARDER, let’s make it 100! Oh fuck, I’m gonna be a monster! Haha, Rory, maybe you better give me half of Oz’s steak here. The BIG MAN here needs it, not little Oz.” With a parting shot Grif saunters into the house to get himself more water. I watch as his thick wide back flares out and tapers down to a relatively tight waist. The door slams shut leaving Oz and I standing there with only the sound of the searing steaks. “What the fuck,” Oz says. “Is Grif fucking on something?” I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know man. He’s definitely high on his own size now though, that’s for sure.” “Yeah. He needs to be brought down a peg or two.” - A couple of days later I’m once again catching up with Amy, this time via video chat. She too has noticed her cousin Grif’s growth. “So Griffin is really into this bodybuilding thing, isn’t he? I saw some pics on his Instagram, he’s gotten really big. I bet you like that,” she grins at me from the laptop screen. “Oh Amy, you have no idea. It’s like my dream. You know I like the muscles, and now I’m living with a guy who is constantly pumping himself up and flexing. I’m horny all the time! And don’t forget about Oz, he’s just as hot as Grif, just a bit smaller.” “I’m jealous. My roommate out here is this quiet girl who is obsessed with horses. Nice girl, but boring.” “Sorry about that, that sucks. Is work doing better? How is work at the loony bin?” Amy scowls at me. She has a masters in psychology and is working at a psychiatric care facility under some of the the top mental health researches in the country. It really is a prestigious position and I’m happy for her. “Rory, if you keep calling it that I’m going to have you committed.” “You know you can’t do that.” “Of course I do! But work is going well. I am helping out with an extremely rare case. We have a woman in here who has a ‘phantom pregnancy’.” “What’s that? Did she get knocked up by a ghost?” I chuckle. “Actually, that’s not a bad guess. But no. This poor woman is infertile, which is really sad. But she wants nothing more in life that to have children. She wants it so bad that basically her mind has convinced her body that she’s pregnant even though she’s not.” “What? What does that even mean?” “It means than even though she’s not actually pregnant, her body is reacting like it is. She’s gaining weight. Her hips are growing. She’s breast are growing and lactating. And all because she’s convinced herself. It’s extremely rare and I actually very lucky to be able to witness it.” “Wow, that is…actually very interesting. I’m going to look up some random info on wikipedia, thanks for leading me down this that rabbit hole.” Amy giggles, “See, and you though psychology was a waste of time Nyah!” Amy sticks her tongue out at me. “But yes, it is very interesting. Shows just how powerful the human mind really is. This woman convinced herself that she’s pregnant, so much so that her body physically changed because of it.” “Crazy stuff, Amy. I’m happy for you and miss you. Now, do you want to hear about when Oz came in from a shirtless jog?” “Oh please, spill the tea, Rory! With pictures please.” - It’s the following Tuesday night when Grif and I are hanging out after work. Grif is wolfing down a preworkout meal. I enjoy watching his arms bunch and flex as he shovels rice and chicken into his maw. I decide to confront him about his growth. “So Grif…I was wondering. You’ve put on a lot of size. Like… A LOT.” “Hell yeah, Rory! Bigger and better.” “Yeah…um…I was actually wondering.” Grif puts his bowl down and looks me in the eyes. “Are you going to ask if I’m on steroids?” I feel like this dangerous territory. Grif is almost 100 lbs bigger than me and he could literally through me through a wall. “Um…well I mean, I’m not against drug use, per se. I mean, I have my stash of weed in my room and-” “Relax, Rory. I’ll be honest with ya. Yes, I’m doing some gear.” “Is that dangerous?” “Only if you’re stupid about it. I’m not doing a lot. That trainer I’m working with at the gym? He’s guiding me. He says I don’t need to do a lot anyways since I’m still naturally growing, just giving myself a little boost, ya know?” “Ok man. I guess that’s cool.” Grif chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Boss, I know you like BIG men. You’ve left your laptop cover open on the kitchen table here before. I’ve see the guys you are checking out.” All the color washes from my face in embarrassment, causing Grif to laugh louder. “Hey man, don’t worry about it! But surely you know all those guys you are eyeballing are all on gear…and lots of it.” “I suppose, yeah.” “Not ‘suppose’. You can’t get to those pro sizes without it. It’s an open secret of bodybuilding. But I promise ya, little guy, I’m being safe. This is actually my first cycle, so I’m not doing huge doses. Really I’m just starting to learn how my body reacts to certain compounds. So far I’d say it’s working pretty well, dontcha think?” Griffin smirks at me then turns his own gaze to his left arm, his left elbow resting on the table, his pumped chest colliding with his bent arm’s biceps. He tenses his arm and my eyes lock onto the ballooning muscles. “And just think about this, Rory. How big I am already after just one cycle. Once I get older and start doing bigger cycles like those pros… Fuck, I’ll blow those twerps out of the water!” Grif stands up again, slowly, like he’s teasing me with size. Pretending that he is literally growing in front of me. It makes me so hard watching his cocky display. He swaggers over to the the sink and sets his empty bowl in it. Before leaving the room he winks and adds, “Maybe someday I’ll be on that screen with you eyeballing my huge bodybuilder physique.” If only he knew I already do that. - “Well that cheating fucker!” Oz huffs as he and I watch TV that morning. I have just spilled the beans that Griffin is doing steroids. “I mean, he said he was being careful. Being monitored by his trainer and such.” “No wonder he’s gotten so damn huge lately. This is bullshit.” “So you’re against roids, I take it.” Oz shrugs his well defined shoulders. “I mean, I’m not against it. Our bouncer at the bar freely admits he does gear. He’s competed. Huge guy in his mid-30s. I just never thought Grif would go through with it. He mentioned it to me early on this summer.” “I’m sure he’ll be fine. He said he’s being monitored by this trainer. He is getting HUGE though. He’s like twice as wide as me now. I feel like I’m standing next to a wall when he’s home.” I look over at Oz’s contemplating face. I grin to myself. “Pretty soon he’ll be twice as wide as you TOO, Oz.” “Oh fuck that noise, Rory. I may have to talk with our bouncer.” “You do what you gotta do, man,” I reply, once again happy with myself. “I don’t think Grif has any plans slowing down his muscle growth.” - Two weeks later the summer is winding down. It’s labor day weekend and coincidentally this year, my birthday weekend! I have decided to have a BBQ gathering to celebrate the big 25. With it being the weekend and with football starting up, Oz is working but he’s promised me he’s going to try to get off early to at least make an appearance. “Absolutely I’ll make it, Boss. It might be late, but I can’t miss your 25th. Plus, in next couple of months, you won’t be seeing me too much, honestly. Football season is busy season for a sports bar.” “Aw man, Oz, that sucks.” “Naw, it’s alright. This is when we make most of our money. But with college games on Saturday, pro games on Sunday, and with the bar open from 10 am til 2 am that makes it hectic. I’ll be really late getting home most nights. Sleep through most days. I’ll be like a ghost here. I’ll be quiet though when I’m late, I promise.” “No problem, Oz. Do what you gotta do.” For my birthday bash there are about 15 people gathered in my backyard, 15 of my closest friends. I chuckle as I take in just how out of place Grif seems to my normal friend group, at least physically. He looms tall and thick over most of my friends, the tallest of which is maybe 6 ft but rail thin. As I introduce my guests to my roomie Grif, I can tell they are immediately put off by the muscular frat boy in cutoff shirt, but that reticence soon disappears. As if he weren’t hot enough already, Grif quickly warms my guests with his own goofball charm and heaping dose self-deprecation. Even Starla, my lesbian, hardcore feminist friend is soon cackling along as Grif jokes with her. And of course, my own gay buds can’t get enough once they find out the hulking muscle hunk is as far from a gay basher as they come. At one point Grif reaches his arms across my shoulder and pulls me into his frame. My shoulder collides with his meaty armpit as he salutes me. “My little buddy Rory, here. He’s the best guy I know! Any hot stud would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend.” As he squeezes me tight I can practically see my gay friends not only swooning at Grif…but at me too. They are more than happy to take his word. Later in the evening we set up a table for beer pong and Grif selects the smallest of my gay friends to be his partner. At first, poor little 5’3, 105 lb Adrian looks like he’s gonna piss himself as Grif, at nearly a foot taller and two-and-a-half times heavier saunters up and asks him to pair up. Once Adrian relaxes the two end up being a formidable team and win four games in a row. Several jokes are made about their Mutt and Jeff size difference. We laugh as they go to high five, but Grif’s hand is so far above Adrian’s that Adrian ends up jumping to slap it. On the last win, Grif scoops up little Adrian off his feet an hugs him into his massive pecs. “Way to go, Adrian! You sank that last shot like a true baller! You rock, little man!” Once Grif sets Adrian down, Adrian quickly excuses himself to the bathroom for a few minutes. I know Adrian…I know. - Finally at about 11:30pm, Oz arrives. By this point most of my guests and myself are sufficiently buzzed (or drunk) and having a great time. Of course, Oz, with his smoldering looks also makes a big splash. Starla, with her inhibitions doused by alcohol, cheerfully points this out. “Oh my god, Rory. Your two roommates are going to turn me STRAIGHT!” She then walks over and hugs Oz, taking a moment to reach around grope his fine ass. I’ve never been so jealous of lesbian in my life. “Fuck, these muscle boys are almost too much for even me, Rory!” “Starla, stop assaulting Oz.” Thankfully, Oz is far from offended and I’m sure is actually enjoying the attention. Adrian, now plenty loosened up himself, offers his thoughts. “You two are way hotter than the guys at the strip club. The men I got the lapdance from had nothing on you two.” Grif cheerfully salutes Adrian, “Aww thanks man! Maybe I should try stripping.” Starla suddenly gasps and releases Oz. “That’s it! I’ve got an idea for the perfect gift for Rory! Why don’t Grif and Oz give Rory a lapdance!” My mouth goes dry as cheers, hoots and hollers erupt from the group. Oz and Grif throw their heads back and laugh, but neither of them reject the idea. Then Starla says something the ratchets up the idea to 11. “We’ll make it a competition! Each of you boys give him a dance, then Rory can decide who the winner is!” Grif and Oz quickly turn and glare at each other. GAME ON. I’m practically in a daze as Starla grabs me and pulls me into a chair that someone has set in the middle of my patio. My heart races, is this really happening?? I quickly think about my crotch, how the bloodflow has already began. Will I be able to…hide my condition? “Let’s start with Oz!” Starla shouts out. I look over and see Oz take a shot of whiskey. Someone has commandeered the stereo and has changed the song to “Pony” by Ginuwine. Laughter and cheers emanate from my friends. Oz gives me a wicked grin and wink and starts to saunter toward me. As he does he starts to sway his hips with the music. Now the cheers have turned into catcalls and whistles. Oz dances around me and we all watch with rapt attention. As I would’ve guessed, Oz is smooth and sensual with his movements. We can tell instantly he’s a guy who has no problems getting on a dance floor at a club. His movements, combined with his taut body, are erotic and powerful. I even start to suspect that maybe Oz has done this before! Oz circles the chair, swings his legs over my own and plants his tight ass onto my legs. As he gyrates he reaches down and slowly raises his t-shirt up and over his head. Now a loud chorus of screams fills the room. With Oz facing away from me I take in his back. His skin is perfect, blemish free, and stretches over taut lumps of muscle. If anything…at least from the back…Oz looks…bigger. Wider. But maybe it’s just because I’ve never been this close to him. I’m sweating now as Oz grinds his weight onto me. Unless Oz has the worst perception in the world, he has to feel my hard on and I waver between panic and arousal. I’m squarely in average territory, but even then with Oz resting his full weight on me he has to to notice. Oz quickly stands and turns around, letting me now see his torso. FUCK! Oz is definitely BIGGER! He’s still lean as hell, but his muscles look more pumped and bulging than I remember. He looks like he’s maybe 5-10 lbs thicker now. His pecs stick out just a little further than I remember. His delts seem a little rounder. His arms seem to bulge thicker when he bends his arms. I’m loving what I’m seeing Now facing me, Oz sits down on my lap again and continues to gyrate while my guests egg him on. I breath in his scent, it’s earthy and masculine, still with a hint of sweat built up from working all night at the bar. I look down at his tight abs as he undulates and I stifle a moan. I look into Oz’s eyes and he gives me a smoldering grin and another wink. As the song winds down he leans into the side of my face and whispers, “Happy birthday, stud,” and then gives me a quick peck on the cheek. The song ends and Oz stands up and takes a bow as the crowd applauds him and erupts in praise. As everyone stares at Oz and his jacked tanned body I lean forward and take the opportunity to adjust myself, hoping nobody notices. Grif silencers the praise of Oz as quickly as he can. “Alright, alright. That was good, but now it’s time for a show from a REAL man,” Grif shouts out, literally over the crowd. Grif goes over the guy operating the playlist and gives him a song. He then takes his position standing in front of me. With me sitting, Grif towers over me looking bigger and wider than ever. The music starts, Grif has selected “Hot in Herre” by Nelly. Grif now starts to dance, though it’s much more comical than Oz. Again hoots, hollers and whistles rain down, but with a lot more laughter mixed in. Even then, Grif seems to eat it up. It becomes obvious that Grif has much less rhythm than Oz. Where Oz’s movements are smooth and sensual, Grif’s are more robotic and clunky, though still far from the worse dancing I’ve seen from a guy. But that’s not to say it’s not hot as hell, as least to muscle lover like me. We can all tell that Grif knows his dancing is subpar, but part of his charm is playing the adorable goofball. Grif bobs and dips his hulking body around me and soon makes his way to my lap just like Oz did. Like Oz, at first Grif faces away from me. When he takes off his shirt I marvel as his lats explode outward. His back is covered with thick bulging muscle and I wonder if I accidentally drool. Grif feels so much heavier on my lap compared to Oz, he’s a tank of thick developed muscle. Grif then leans back so that his back is resting along my torso. He leans his head to side of mine and says quietly, “I know Oz is a better dancer, but I know what you really want, birthday boy.” Grif then reach down and grabs my hands. He yanks them up and places them on his abs, forcing me to touch his muscles! He runs my hands up his abs on onto his heavy hulking pecs. I’m worried I might actually explode as I feel his chest muscles, the first time I’ve ever felt pecs even close to his size! They are heavy and warm and I moan but thankfully the noise covers that up as the crowd erupts in the loudest cheers yet. “HEY I DIDN’T KNOW WE COULD DO TOUCHING!” I hear Oz yell in protest. Grif then stands up and turns to face me before squatting on to my lap again. Again he grabs my hands and forces me to feel up his huge pecs. At one point he grabs my head and quickly pulls into his pecs! “And now now for the big finisher!” Grif shouts out. He stares me in the eyes and gives me his own seductive wink. “Makes sure you give them a feel, birthday boy,” Grif says as he brings up with arms and flexes a titanic double biceps pose while sitting on my lap. I watch as his arms bulge higher and higher while his thick triceps sag in the opposite direction. If Grif’s arms aren’t 20” they gotta be awfully close. My hard dick pulses as I fight off orgasm. Grif grinds on me to the song and reminds me, “C’mon, boss. Give them a feel.” I reach up and place one hand on each arm and my jaw drops. I’m reminded of melon shopping only his arms are much harder and warm. I squeeze but my much smaller hands make no dent. Suddenly the song ends and the crowd erupts. Grif stands up and like Oz, bows, but not before engaging in some more playful bodybuilding poses. Once things have settled down, including the lump in my shorts, Starla asks me who the winner is. “Well first of all: BEST. BIRTHDAY. GIFT. EVER!” All our drunk asses nearly double over in laughter. “It’s a tough call. I mean, Oz you are the better dancer for sure. But I gotta say, I think Grif’s flexing is what sealed it. I love me some big muscles!” “HELL YEAH!” Grif shouts and my friends congratulate him. “The bigger muscles, like these, ALWAYS WIN! Sorry Oz! Guess you need to do some more curls to get BIG LIKE ME! BOOM!” Grif crunches down into an impressive most muscular and I swoon as his entire torso hardens. They congratulate and praise Oz as well but I can see that it feels hollow. It’s not long after that I see Oz slink off to his room with an annoyed look on his face. Hopefully I haven’t pissed him off. 63 3 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jsmith230 Posted March 1, 2021 Share Posted March 1, 2021 Another great chapter @dredlifter! I love the playfulness of both characters and the competitiveness that’s clearly budding between Oz and Grif. With Grif’s recent spurt, you can tell Oz is plotting to put on more size so that he isn’t left behind. I must admit — I’d love to be Rory! I think I may need to get some college aged roommates as this feels like it is great fun! Thank you for writing this — I think we can all use this kind of good, clean fun at this point!! Well done!! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted March 1, 2021 Share Posted March 1, 2021 From what im reading Oz is gonna start doing steroids too. He is just too proud to say it out loud. He wants to beat Griff and Griff is prouf too and wont loose before Oz. Things are gonna be big for this guys and i cantw ait to read it 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
studio77 Posted March 1, 2021 Share Posted March 1, 2021 I am absolutely loving this story. I love the way the guys are pushing each other’s buttons. I am intrigued with the phantom pregnancy aspect of the story. It shows how much the power of the mind has over growth potential, I wonder if Rory could use this to help increase the rate of growth in one or both of the boys. I must say dreadlifter you are absolutely brilliant at making the characters in your stories come to life. I wish it was me sitting down in that chair 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
6122PandaMiss Posted March 1, 2021 Share Posted March 1, 2021 Quote I am intrigued with the phantom pregnancy aspect of the story. It shows how much the power of the mind has over growth potential, I wonder if Rory could use this to help increase the rate of growth in one or both of the boys. I was thinking the same thing. The steroids seem like the obvious frontier of competition for now, but I'm sure the phantom pregnancy thing wasn't just thrown in for the fun of it, so presumably the idea of the mind inducing changes in the body is gonna play a role too. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liftme Posted March 1, 2021 Share Posted March 1, 2021 Just my opinion, I think grif and oz need to starting using the human weight they have at home. Maybe a strength comp? 4 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted March 1, 2021 Author Share Posted March 1, 2021 2 hours ago, liftme said: Just my opinion, I think grif and oz need to starting using the human weight they have at home. Maybe a strength comp? Patience, my friend ;P 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tboh86 Posted March 1, 2021 Share Posted March 1, 2021 I love this story @dredlifter. The way you move up the steps slowly creating anticipation is great! I just love how competitive these studs are and just reading your descriptions gives me a clear picture of how hot they are... in different ways. I can't wait to read about Oz being more muscular with his ripped shoulders, tight ass and perfect skin. Hopefully he will start being more showy too because he is for sure a stunner! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
racer11 Posted March 1, 2021 Share Posted March 1, 2021 I'm absolutely loving this story, slow burning tension and competition between two alpha men 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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