cockfightdude Posted November 14, 2021 Share Posted November 14, 2021 Ok this is only one of the BEST stories I have ever read, cannot wait for the next part, kind of gutted that you have the ending mapped out. I'm hoping their is another cock showndown and that Griff has the advantage this time would really upset Oz. Not sure who I want to win I like them both, both come across as great guys kinda want them to end up equal would be so frustrating for them both haha. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post dredlifter Posted November 15, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 15, 2021 CHAPTER 12 Grif and Oz stomp up the stairs each carrying a large cardboard box and set them in the landing. “What are you boys up to?” Oz stretches up, his hands nearly reaching the ceiling. “We’re gonna drop these off at the clothing donation bins. These are the clothes we’ve outgrown.” “Wow, those are big boxes.” Grif grins, “Well, we’ve grown a lot. Pretty much nothing from the beginning on the school year fits. Oh yeah, we’ve each got another box too.” Another box!? I guess that makes sense. They both would need basically an entire new wardrobe since they starting growing into muscle giants. Oz and Grif head back down I look in the boxes. They are filled with shirts, shorts, pants, everything. I pick up a t-shirt from Oz’s box as the boys return. Oz spots me. “Rory, buddy. I’d offer you my hand-me-downs but I don’t think they’d fit,” he chuckles. Grif drops his box and walks over. “But we might as well check before we toss them!” Grif grabs the shirt from me and holds it upright. “Raise your hands, little dude.” I feel like a toddler but I can’t say no to someone who is a foot taller and over twice as heavy as me. I raise my hands and Grif easily lifts Oz’s old shirt over me and slides it down my body. The shirt falls against my shoulder and instantly Grif and Oz bust out laughing. Oz doubles over. “My shirt hangs down past your knees!” I can’t help but chuckle at the look too. I look down at the draping fabric, feeling like I’m wearing a parachute. “Yeah, Oz, I don’t think this is going to work.” I pull the shirt off and gasp at the 3XL designation on tag. Fucking 3XL! And that’s now too SMALL for OZ! “How have you guys afforded all these new clothes?” Oz grabs the shirt and drops it back in his box. “I got a ton of gift cards for Christmas. That’s pretty much all I asked for. Otherwise I didn’t have much left I could wear. “Same,” Grif replies. We load up the boxes and drive to the nearby strip mall where the donation bins are. I grab one of Grifs boxes, struggling to carry it. I drop the box and few items spill out. “Need some help there, little bro?” Grif asks. I wave him off and start to stuff the few tossed garments back in the box. I gasp as I pick a delicate looking grey one…it’s one of Grif’s jockstaps! I nervously look over to see the giants throwing clothes from their boxes in the bins. I take the opportunity to examine the it. The pouch is HUGE! The seam around the pouch is frayed as if a heavy force has constantly been pulling down on it. The middle of the pouch stretches downward. I stare in awe as I imagine what kind of megaman could fill this. But I know. Because two of them live with me. Suddenly it feels like an eclipse has begun as I’m bathed in shadow. With me still holding the jock I look up and see Grif smirking down at me from a foot above. “I don’t think that is gonna fit you either, little dude.” Grif reaches down and palms his heavy bulge, making my mouth water, teasing me. “Though you’re welcome to try.” He winks and steps away. I briefly consider stealing the jock…before tossing it back into the box and unloading the rest of Grif’s clothes. On the way back Oz asks me if I’ve sold anything on Ebay before. I have “Sweet, do you think you could help us sell our shoes? We were gonna donate them but we think we could sell our shoes for a good profit.” “Sure, Oz. I’m sure you could get a pretty penny for them.” And I’m certain they can. What I don’t tell them is that I know there’s a lot of gay foot fetish boys who will pay a lot for their huge footwear. Once we get home Grif and Oz bring me the shoes they want to sell, two pairs each. The shoes are so big they fill even Oz and Grif’s arms. I quickly take note of Grif’s sneakers. “Wait, Grif, aren’t those the shoes you just got at Thanksgiving?” Grif smiles proudly as he sets the massive pair down at my own feet, absolutely dwarfing my own size 9.5s. “YEP! I’ve been growing so fast, and so have my feet!” He pulls off the shoes he’s currently wearing and shows me the tag. “HOLY SHIT! Size 17???” I’ve never seen such a shoe size in real life, at least not this close up. Grif just happily puffs out his chest even further. “Big feet for a big man! Since I only had those little size 15s for a month they look pretty new, so I’m counting on you to get me some good money. You probably won’t get as much from dainty foot Oz here though, poor guy.” Oz rolls his eyes and takes off his own loafer. “ACTUALLY, I’m wearing a size 17 as well. So can it with your ‘dainty foot’ bullshit, short stuff.” I stammer as I collect the huge shoes. They are so huge It’s a struggle for me to carry just one in each arm. Each shoe is well longer than just my forearm. “I take some pics of these and put them on Ebay. Tell me what you paid for them and I’ll see if we can get that back or close to it.” “Will do, Boss.” - I’m lounging in my living room when I overhear Grif and Oz chatting about working out. Oz is questioning Grif about his gym, “Hey Grif, do you like your gym?” “Love it, bro. It’s a hardcore gym. Big, old school iron weights. Probably not your style though. You seem more suited for a fitness club where you can do your pilates and such.” “Fuck off, Grif.” “Haha, sorry dude. Why, are you looking to switch gyms?” “Yeah, I’m outgrowing my current one. The dumbbells only go up to 125 lbs. I’m good for curls and such but it’s not enough for bigger lifts.” “I hear ya, bro. I switched way back in September. Fuck, back then those 125s would’ve been more than enough. NOT ANYMORE! My place is awesome. They got dumbbells all the way up to 250s. Not many guys can use them. In fact, I think I’m the only one who uses them! You probably wouldn’t be able to use them but it would give you something to strive for, skinny boy.” I can picture Oz rolling his eyes at Grif while smirking down at him. I listen on, intrigued. Oz adds, “Well maybe I’ll give your gym a shot.” “You should, dude. It will help put some real size on you, like I got. And I bet the owner would give you a deal too. He gave me one. I mean…fuck…you actually do look pretty damn good.” I almost choke on my spit as I hear Grif compliment Oz. “Not as good as me, of course, but damn good.” There it is, the equalizer. I chuckle to myself. “But yeah, the owner is this old pro bodybuilder guy. I think he competed in the 90s. Real short guy, but a boulder of muscle. He loves me and my size so he’d probably get a kick out of you too.” “Sweet, I’ll have to set something up, can I get his number?” “Actually, wanna go lift tonight? I’ll text the guy and tell him about you.” It’s then that I step into the kitchen to get myself some water. “Thinking about joining a new gym, Oz?” He nods. “I should do that too. I’ve just been running my ass off at my small work gym.” Grif brightens up, “Come with us! I bet I can get you a deal too, little Boss.” “What!? I don’t think I’d…um…fit in there.” “Nonsense,” Grif replies. “Yeah there are some huge guys there, but you are in better shape than most of the gym goers.” Grif then steps over right next to me so I’m looking at his glorious pecs. “Plus, I’m by far the biggest guy there. If you aren’t intimidated by me then you’ll be fine.” I want to tell Grif that I am intimidated by him. Intimidated and excited. “I’m the biggest guy there and the owner loves me. I can get you both free trail workouts easily. All it takes is a flex of THESE!” Grif flexes his monster arms and I swoon as his sleeves strain. No wonder he needs new shirts. Suddenly, Oz steps up next to me on the other side. I’m surrounded by two towers of muscle, their chests protruding into my personal space. “Also, if any one at that gym were to THINK of messing with our little buddy, then they will get their asses BEAT.” It’s hard to argue with that! I feel like a toddler with two overprotective giant dads…and I actually find that amusing and arousing. “Ok, I’m in. We’re going tonight?” Grif pumps his fist. “Sweet! Yup. You guys ok with a late lift? Say around 9pm?” “Let’s do it,” Oz replies. “You in, Boss?” There’s no way I would miss this, even if I end up not joining this gym. “Sure! I don’t have to work tomorrow, so I’m in.” - “8:45! C’mon boys. Let’s go get BIG!” Grif shouts from the kitchen as he mixes up his preworkout drink. I have changed my workout clothes about five times trying to decide what to wear. Like I was about to go on a date. I wasn’t about to wear something too revealing next to my mass monster roommies. I finally settled on a blue polyester shirt that fit my tight frame well. Small enough that I didn’t swim in it, but slim enough it wasn’t loose. It looked good with my dark grey shorts. Out in the kitchen I couldn’t completely see what the boys were wearing. Being the dead of winter both were covered up for the cold. Grif was in a gigantic black hoodie and Ozzie looked hot as hell in a tight blue checkered flannel, his tall muscular frame giving me buff lumberjack fantasies. After I slip on my coat, Oz hands me a shaker with a bright blue liquid. “Here ya go, Rory. I made you a preworkout shake.” I chug it down and it was actually pretty good. We loaded up into Grif’s SUV for the drive to the gym. Along the way I looked up the place on my phone. “Hey Grif, it says this place closes at 9pm. It’ll be closed when we get there.” “Naw man, it’s all good. The owner often lets me lift after they close. Sometimes it’s good to be able to lift without being swarmed by the gawkers. I even have a key!” Of course gigantic Grif would have special privileges. One of the perks of being a hot young giant. We pull in and I follow the towering men into the gym, noticing how close both of their heads are to the sliding glass door. “Sorry fellas, we’re just closing up for the night…OH HEY GRIF!” Grif waves to the teen who had just stepped out of small office, “Yo Blake, how’s it going. Looking big!” “Pfft! Not as big as you…and your FRIEND! HOLY SHIT! He’s as big as you!” “Naw, I’m still bigger. He’s a little taller, but I’ve got more muscle, ain’t that right, Oz?” “For now,” Oz replies. “Hey Blake, is the boss man in?” “Yup, he’s in the back office. I’ll tell him you’re here. Just a couple of people left in the locker rooms then the place is all yours.” Oz and I follow Grif past some smaller rooms along the side of the gym. I was an impressive facility. High ceilings, a huge spacious weight area and two rows of cardio equipment along the front window. It had a warehouse feel and you could tell this was a serious gym, not a fitness club. Hard rock music blasts from the speakers and you could smell all the old iron plates mixed with sweat and grease to keep the machines lubed up. It smelled like power. Grif breaks my visual exploration of the place as he addresses someone. “Big Thom! I hear a gruff voice reply, “There’s my giant! I was wondering if you were gonna show up today. We round the corner and spot a very thick, very short man in his fifties standing behind a big wooden desk. The man looks like a boulder, nearly as wide as he was tall. As Grif has said, he clearly competed in the past, his massive arms strain the sleeves of his dark grey polo adorned with the gym’s logo. A logo that sat atop a massive keg-like chest. A large muscle gut pushed out almost as far as his pecs, showing his age and years of steroid use, but it made the tank of man look no less powerful. He had a tan, shaved head with pointy ears and greying stubble along his jaw. He was a good looking powerful older man. Not smoldering hot, but definitely a worthy muscle daddy type. “I brought a couple of friends with me. The little dude is Rory and this medium sized guy is Oz. These are my roommates. Guys, this is Thom Nordin, he owns the place.” Thom visibly huffs as Oz steps up to him and they shake hands. “My god, what are they feeding you kids these days? There’s another one of you giant boys? Grif why didn’t you tell me?” Oz absolutely TOWERS over Thom, who I guess must be no more than 5’5, a couple of inches shorter than even me. His head doesn’t even reach the lower part of Oz’s huge delts. “You are even taller than Oz, aren’t you. How tall can I ask?” “Nice to meet you Thom. I’m just 6’10.” The old man bellows a laugh. “’Just 6’10’ Fuck, pardon my French. And I can tell you are all muscle under that flannel. I competed a lot back in the 90s so I can easy spot a bodybuilding frame and you got it, just like Grif. Back in my day the tall guys could never put on muscle like you boys have.” Oz smiles down at the short beefy man, “Guess they just didn’t work hard enough.” “That may be, that may be.” Thom turns toward me. “And you are Rory?” I nod and shake hands with Thom. It feels alien to look down at another grown man, especially when I’m used to craning my head up. Even so, Thom’s big thick hand envelops my own as we say hello. Thom chuckles as we shake, I know what is coming. “Please take no offense to this, but how did a little fella like you end up with these two titanic meatheads?” “None taken. I’m just as surprised as you. They both rent from my basement.” “Sheesh, I hope it has high ceilings.” Oz jumps in, “High enough…for now.” “They pay half my mortgage. And they weren’t that big when they moved in. If I’d known they grow so much I would’ve thought to charge by lb or inches!” The old man guffaws. “Missed opportunity. And that’s true. When Grif joined you were nowhere this big. Crazy growth spurt. I’m jealous.” I concur, “Me too, Thom.” Grif then claps his hands, getting us back on topic. “Right, so Thom, these guys were hoping to join. Oz outgrew his old gym and Rory is looking for a solid gym. I was hoping you could give Oz the same deal as me. And even though Rory’s not a big lifter, so I was hoping you could give him a good deal too. “I suppose I can do that for my biggest client.” Thom looks at Oz. “Although it looks like Oz may give you a run for ‘biggest’” “Fuck that! I’ll always be the biggest!” Grif huffs. Thom smiles, “I love that competitive drive. It’s why you’re my favorite client. That and you’ve brought in quite a few new members all hoping to get a view of the ‘Iron Works Giant’. And with you, Oz, there’ll be TWO Iron Works Giants!” I could see the wheels turning in Thom’s head. Clearly he believed he could take advantage of being the gym that both Grif and Oz call their home gym. They had to be the two biggest men in the city, most likely the state at this point. Having them represent his gym would give him a lot of clout in the regional fitness industry. “I’ll give both Oz and Rory the same deal, how about that?” “Perfect, thanks Thom!” Grif says as he shakes Thom’s hand. Five minutes later Blake has us set up the system. We leave our stuff in the locker room and head out onto the now empty gym floor. The lights around the windows had been turned off, leaving us in the spotlight. Blake is vacuuming around their areas around the weight floor. The light in Thom’s office glows. I stared at us three men standing next to each other in the mirror. Although with me in the middle it looked more like two men and boy. Two giant men in their sexy gym clothes. Grif looks hot as hell in a red stringer and baggy basketball shorts that hang to his knees, shorts that probably would reach my calves on me. I feel it is a bit of shame to cover up his stupendous legs wit those shorts, but the look more than works with the black backwards on his head and his blonde curls sticking out the bottom. On his feet he wears thick black sneakers. With his hands on his hips, his THICK bulging muscles hang heavily from his immense frame, fighting against each other for space. They seem coiled up and ready to exude their power. He looks like the ultimate overdeveloped muscle jock. Oz is no less sexy. He has opted for slightly more conservative black tank top from a well known weightlifting brand. The tank hugs his traps and pecs beautifully, giving him that enticing ‘strap gap’, where his traps and pecs are so muscular that his tank top straps are suspended above the valley on his upper pecs. The tank hugs his muscle gorgeously, accentuating each crevice and curve. For bottoms he also wears black gym shorts, although his are much more snug and stop just below his mid-thigh, accentuating his bowling ball ass cheeks and mega quads. No hat on his head, just his regular sorta-faux-hawk that always works for him. And to give him some contrast his feet are adorned in glassy white sneakers which I assumed are new Christmas gifts. In comparison to Grif’s prodigiously large muscular bulges, Oz’s own muscles are tighter and more defined, though no less impressive. While Grif has his fair share of veins, Oz’s body is a like topographical map of veins, even while he stands there unpumped. As I stand in between, my own slim body dwarfed, I totally out of place…and yet I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I am glad I have worn an extra tight jockstrap. Oz claps his hands together loudly, breaking my focus. “Well let’s get to it, boys!” It is time to lift. - “So what muscles groups should we work?” Grif asks Oz. “I did legs yesterday.” “Cool, I did legs two days ago. How about an upper body opposing day. Say chest and back?” “Oooooo big day then! I guess now that you’re lifting with the BIG BOYS,” Grif points his thumb toward himself and smirks, “you really want to hit it hard, huh.” “More like I’m ready to show the little guys who lift here what real SOLID muscle looks like. None of this soft-man powerlifting stuff you like to do.” Oz scoffs before leading us over the benches. “You take that one, Rory.” He then stomps over to a corner and grabs a different bar. A bar that looks thicker than the one on my bench. “Move that bar off that bench, Oz. We’ll use this bar. I’m assuming you push some big weight like me. Not as much as me, but you look like you’ll need the big man bar like me.” “How come I don’t get the use the big man bar,” I joke. Grif shrugs, “Well, why don’t you give it a try then.” I plop down on their bench. Grif has to unrack the bar for me as it’s on such a high rung that I can’t reach it. He lowers the bar so I can grab it. My small hands barely reach around it, it’s about as thick as soda can. OOF! It’s fucking heavy! “Easy, there, boss.” Oz steadies the bar in my hands and I lower it and bench it. Fuck, it’s hard! And it’s just the bar. I do five wobbly reps and hand it back to Grif. “How much does that weigh?” I ask between huffs. “It’s 100 lb bar. Perfect for loading up lots of plates.” Fuck me. How strong are these guys? I retake my place on my bench and load up 75 lb with the regular plates for my warmup. I look over at the behemoths as they contemplate their lift. With one hand Oz slaps a 45 lb plate on the heavy bar, Grif copies him on the other side. Then he reaches for another plate! I marvel at how easily both he a Grif pick up the plate with just one hand. I have to use both hands and it’s still not easy. “How about a warmup set with 280?” Grif nods as Oz lays down and cranks out god-knows how many reps before stopping. Up and down the weight goes like a piston. Grif then follows Oz lead. I can’t help but express my shock, “You guys are warming up with 280 like it’s nothing! Holy shit, I’m regretting this workout already. You guys are going to make me feel so weak.” Oz steps over to me smiles warmly down at me, his pecs are already starting to plump. “Aww Rory, don’t feel that way. We’re just big! REALLY BIG! And STRONG. You’ll do fine. Plus, don’t tell me you DON’T want to see how big these pecs look when fully pumped.” He’s so tall that my face is right at the level of chest and he punctuates the statement with a quick pec flex. My blood pumps faster at the sight of it. He’s right. The three of us take our turns benching. Not once do Oz and Grif forget to leave me out of their rotation, they are such great guys. Even though the weights they are adding to the bar each rotation seem to be multiples of the amount of weight I’m using. They offer tips and correct my form. After Grif has me adjust my elbow positions, he places his big hand on my pecs as I bench, “Right there, Rory! You feel that? Feel the difference now that you moved your elbows in? I can feel it, I can feel those little pecs firing, great job dude!” Oh I can feel it alright. And in that moment I want nothing more than for Grif to put his other hand on me too and manhandle me… But somehow I maintain focus as I bench 155 lbs. Which is nothing compared to weights piled on the bar for Oz and Grif! They quickly throw on more plates. I do the math…it’s now at a total of 510 lbs! More than THREE times what I’m lifting! I watched Oz pump out eight perfect reps, with Grif ready to spot. “Nice bench, bro,”Grif praises. What do you normally work up to?” “Not much more than this. Mid to low 500s.” There’s no one at my gym I trust to really spot me going heavier.” “I have that same problem, dude! I usually stop going up around 550-575. If Thom is here he’ll spot me, but anyone else makes me nervous. Makes it hard to really max out.” Grif looks down at big long Oz, whose legs stretch so far beyond the bench. “Whaddaya say, dude? Wanna max out?” Grif smirks, “You’re juuuust big enough to spot me, I think.” Oz sits up, rolling his eyes, “I can bench a lot more than you think, bub.” “Oh yeah? Well let’s see who has the strongest chest. I mean, we know it’s me, but let’s find out for sure.” “I have the strongest and biggest pecs, obviously!” I shout, breaking the boys out of their challenge. They both look over and after a moment of silence they nearly double over laughing. Oz claps his big mitt on my shoulders, “I love the confidence, Rory. That’s what makes you the hottest of our trio.” “Definitely the hottest, “Grif adds with a wink. The giant men discuss their records. Grif says he’s benched an astounding 635. “But that was a couple of months ago.” Oz replies he’s benched 605. “I wanted to prove I could bench six bills and I did. And you, Rory?” “What? This is between you guys, not me.” “NOPE,” Oz replies. We’re all gonna set records, we’re not leaving you out of this. This is a roommate workout.” “Well I think I did 185 one time a couple of years ago. Back when I was lifting a couple times a week.” “Great! Then you’re gonna bench 200 today.” My heart sunk. I had just struggled with 155. There’s no way I can bench 200. Grif and Oz are gonna set PRs with weights that are nearly four times as much as mine and I won’t even be able to lift 200. This is going to be embarrassing. Grif guides me back to my bench and I lay down. Oz and Grif add small plates to the bar. “Ok, Rory, let’s do 185. Just one. One good rep. Here we go!” I look up and see Grif’s towering frame looking down at me. His chest is so wide and muscular that his nipple are well outside of his tank strap, and they are point down at me like too tiny spotlights. He’s so tall and I’m so short that I could suck on them while we’re both standing up I could- “Earth to Rory!” Grif breaks me out of my fantasy. “Let’s go, I’m here.” I unrack the weight and my arms wobble slightly. With a huff I lower the bar to my chest and press it back up. It’s not easy but not too bad either. Oz claps his hands “Great lift, little dude! You got 200 easy.” I grin up to the lumbering giants. “Yeah, that’s probably your curl weight though.” Grif reaches down and grabs the bar I just struggled to bench once. With a smirk he lifts the bar with a two-handed underhand grip and easily reps out 10 curls. “Actually, I curl quite a bit more than this.” Fuck me. He’s so big. His arms absolutely explode with size as he easily curls 185 lbs. Next the boys load up 555 and both easily bench it for two solid reps. They tell me they could do more but want to save it for their max. They then do 585 for another two reps! It’s even more impressive considering how long their arms are. They are so tall and their limbs so long that the bench motion covers a lot of distance. Thankfully for them, their enormous chests are so thick they cut that distance down somewhat, but still. Then it’s back to me and I eek out 195 lbs. A new PR for me! I feel awesome as I stand up and both Oz and Grif high five me. I will say it sure is motivating to have two the biggest muscle men around pushing you on. Grif swings his arms around, loosening up his muscles for the big weights now. “Alright fellas, now that we’re in the 600s, SHIRTS OFF!” Grif strips off his stringer tank leaving now his torso uncovered. His pecs are now pumped and heave heavily forward and down. His blocky abs demonstrate the power this giant frat stud has. Oz follows suit. Fuck me. Oz is just so damn RIPPED! And by no means small. With his pump his veins have become even more pronounced. I chub up realizing that he even has veins on his ABS! With the bar now loaded at 625, Oz goes first. The bar is racked on the highest rung of the bench and yet it still seems a little low for 6’10 Oz. With Grif offering just a little support, Oz unracks the bar, and his arm muscles tighten. He lowers the bar, pausing at his chest before pushing it back up. He stands up and pumps his fist. “Nice lift dude,” Grif says. “Is that a PR?” “Sure is!” Oz says with big smile. “And it wasn’t too hard.” “Nice! Ok, this should be like another warmup for me,” Grif says as he winks at Oz cockily. Grif lays down and with no spot benches it twice, though the second rep pretty slow. “Fuckin show off,” Oz chastises but I can tell he’s impressed. I know I’m impressed. The two giants then turn to me. I salivate as they face me, two titans of young muscularity. “It’s time Rory. Time to joint the 200-lb club. Let’s do it.” I lay down and look up at the bar. Oz has slipped on 205 lbs. Grif is spotting me and Oz is standing close by at my feet. I’m book-ended by bodybuilder giants. “Ok Rory you can do this, big guy.” I laugh inwardly at being called that, but I appreciate it none-the-less. “The important thing is don’t do anything different. Don’t go fast. Control the weight. Keep those elbows in like I told you.” Oz adds his encouragement. “You’re a stud, Rory, this will be nothing for a powerhouse like you. Let’s do it!” I can actually feel my heart rate increasing from their encouragement. It almost feels like they are sharing their powerful essence with me. I’ve never been in an environment of jocks like this and it is intoxicating. They make me feel…powerful. Grif helps me unrack the bar. My confidence wavers as I feel a weight I’ve never held like this before. I take a breath and lower it slowly. Once it touches my chest I start to push, I get it up about two inches…then freeze. My face twists and and I clench my teeth. “C’MON RORY, PUSH!!” Grif’s voice booms even deeper than normal as he wills me on. Suddenly the light above dims as I see Oz enter my vision. He was stepped up over me. He’s so tall that his long legs are able to straddle me while I’m laying on the bench. He leans slightly forward so he can peer down at me with his intense gaze. “YOU GOT THIS RORY. DON’T GIVE UP. YOU’RE A POWERFUL STUD. PUSH!” I quickly glance from Grif’s face to Oz’s face, both looming over me like protective mountains. With the two muscle giants looking down at me from the heavens, sending their godly vibes down to me, somehow I find some hidden strength. My arms start to straighten, I feel my small pecs bunch and strain…and I’m able to push the weight up. Up and up until my arms are straight. Grif grabs the bar and racks it. “FUCK YEAH LITTLE MAN!” Suddenly I’m hoisted high into the air. Oz has easily reached down and picked me up, even from a lying position. He hugs me tight, squeezing me into his gargantuan chest. He sets me down but my time on the ground is short lived as Grif does the same to me only from behind. He swings me left to right in excitement. “BOSS, THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME! I love seeing effort like that. I’ll be honest, I didn’t think you were going to get it when you froze, but you didn’t give up. You’re a little beast! Now I’m extra motivated to get my PR too!” Back on the ground I’m still heaving from my lift, but I feel my face redden with a blush. Oz looks so sexy and proud as he looks down at me. “Seriously, Rory. Benching 205 at just 155 lbs is pretty damn good. Especially for not training for it. You’re a wiry little dude with some strong little pecs!” I’m having the best day ever. Only it’s about to get better. Now it’s time for the big men to show their stuff. “What do you want to try, Oz?” Grif asks. “You said your previous PR was 625? You thinking like 655?” Oz grins to me, “Tell ya what, Rory has me motivated, let’s do 675.” Grif nods his head, “Fuck yeah dude. Challenge yourself, let’s see you get this motherfucker.” I momentarily surprised that Grif is encouraging Oz. With as competitive as they are I’d almost think he would want Oz to fail. After they load up the bar, I watch as Grif slaps both of Oz’s big delts. “Dig deep big man, get it!” But now I get it. There is a mutual respect between Oz and Grif. Sure they want to outdo each other, but they know they are the only two people who can really push each other…push each other to grow. Bigger, stronger…taller. They relationship is almost symbiotic. I reckon there is no way they both would’ve grown to their current sizes without each other. It’s the competition that has fueled them both to grow. They want to outdo each other…but they only want to outdo each other if the other guy is at his biggest. It’s almost like a feedback loop of desire for masculine power. Oz lays down and I gawp at the bar. Even being a heavy duty bar, the ends sag with all the weight piled on each side. Like he did for me, I stand at Oz’s huge size 17 feet. I chuckle to myself as I realize there is no way I could straddle Oz like he did me. I’d have to sit on his lap. Actually…I wonder if he’d let me- “LET’S GO!” Grif shouts as he helps Oz unrack the bar. Oz grunts deeply and powerfully as he feels hundreds of pounds of weight above his head. With perfect form he slowly lowers the weight. The bar rests on his chest and for a brief moment he doesn’t move. Oh shit, is he stuck? Grif makes a motion to grab the bar when suddenly Oz pushes and weight rises…slow, but surely. Oz massive, granite pecs bunch toward each other as he pushes. I look up his LONG jacked torso and watch amazed as he benches 675 lbs successfully. Oz re-racks the weight and Oz suddenly sits up. With me at his feet his massive pectorals spring towards me. Thankfully he doesn’t quite plow into me which would inevitably send me flying. Oz face is shocked as he sees me right there unexpectedly. With his pecs heaving he grins at me. I can’t contain my awe. “OZ! That’s was fucking awesome! You’re a fucking beast! Your pecs looks so huge and dense, you even have veins on your pecs, look!” Grif agrees from behind the bench, “Dude, you just upped your previous record by 50 fucking pounds! That’s fucking incredible!” Oz grins at me looking irresistibly sexy. He has always been more reserved with his celebrations and power. But I can see from the intensity in his eyes that he is damn proud of himself for his feat. He knows he’s a giant ripped muscle hunk with stunning good looks. He takes a big breath and simply says, “FUCK YEAH,” to know one and everyone. He rises from the bench, rising higher and higher above me. Fuck, he’s getting so tall that I would actually have to raise up on my toes a bit to suck his nips! Grif allows Oz some time to bask in his accomplishment before he directs us to himself. Oz knows Grif is going to beat him, the question will be by how much. “Ok Grif, I just know you’re aching to beat that. What do you want?” “Well, so what you just did was my previous best. But you both have motivated the fuck out of me, and I know with a fellow 675-lb benching bro I’ll be safe. Let’s fucking try 700. Make it 705.” By now I’m actually a little worried. “700 lbs! Holy fuck, Grif.” But I certainly don’t want to cast any doubt. Summoning by best bro-attitude I walk up to Grif and use my little fist to punch him in his pec. I sneer as I look up at him, “I want you to get 705 tonight or you are sleeping outside tonight!” Grif’s smile widens down at me, “Then I guess I better DO IT! COME ONE!” With 705 on the bar, Oz gets behind to spot. “You got this, Grif. C’mon big man, show us your power.” “HUP!” Oz picks up the bar and starts to lower it. I can see the determination and effort on his face. His face alternates between confidence and panic as it’s clear this weight is a lot more than he expected. Once the bar is at his chest he immediately pushes with a booming GROWWWWLLLLL. Oz and I are both screaming at Grif but his own voice drowns us out. His arms shake as the bar rises extremely slowly. He gets the bar up about half way…but freezes…suddenly the bar drops about a centimeter, Oz motions to spot. “DON’T TOUCH!” Grif sneers and Oz stops his hands under the bar, not daring to touch the cold steel. Grif unleashes another primal scream and somehow forces the bar up once again. With a final yell his arms lock out and Oz helps him re rack the bar. Oz leaps up from the bench and raises his hands in the air. I back off feeling like I’m being charged at by a moose. Unlike Oz’s calm inward celebration, Grif’s is purely external. “YESSSSS! I FUCKING LOVE BEING HUGE!” He turns in the mirror, clenches his teeth and flexes a most muscular with fierce growl. His two pecs bulge outward and together closing the cleavage in between like when Moses dropped his arms at the Red Sea. “I’M SO FUCKING BIG AND STRONG. A MUSCLE GIANT. AND GETTING BIGGER! GOD I LOVE BEING A MUSCLE GIANT! SO FUCKING BIG AND TALL! YES! I’M GOING TO DWARF EVERYONE WITH THIS BOD. GRRRRAHHH” With his super hard flexing even his body starts to form more veins on his hulking muscles. Finally he drops his arms and breathes. “WOOO!” he says with one final shout. It’s a display of power that goes right to my cock. I’m hard and hoping the boys don’t notice. Oz steps next to Grif in the mirror, telling him how impressed he is and praising his roommate like Grif praised him. “Those fucking pecs are bloated, dude! Unreal strength.” “And you’re not far behind, Oz. We’re fucking studs! Ok, what now, Oz-man?” “Actually to finish off bench I like to lower the weight and do a burnout with something light. Really blast the pecs.” Grif is in. “Let’s do it. How much are you thinking?” “I like to finish with four plates, so 405.” I choke on my own drool, “Jesus, you said ‘light’. 405 isn’t fucking light!” Once again I am awestruck by their size and strength.” Oz simply grins, “It’s light for us!” Fucking hell. The boys strip the weight down to ‘just’ 405 and Oz goes first. I watch as he reps out the weight very quickly. The form is not perfect, but he is going for that solid final burn. I remember watching some big NFL recruits do this same exercise as part of their evaluation…only those men were only benching 225!!!! And most of them would get it between 10-20 times. Oz is doing 405 and he quickly blows past 15! His entire body is now shiny with sweat as he pistons the weight up and down. Finally in the 20s he slows, before crashing out and stopping on rep 28. Holy Fuck. When he stands up his pecs look like they are going to tear out of his skin. So big and heavy. “Your turn, Grif!” “I got this no problem,” he says cockily. He beat Oz on weight so he’s no doubt feeling confident here too. Like Oz he starts benching fast and furious. However, at rep 15 I see surprise on his face. “Oh shit…” he mutters as he takes a break. He starts benching again, getting another 4 reps before pausing again. His loud growing returns as he struggles and strains to get just 3 more, before failing on the 23rd rep. I look up at Oz to see him smirking proudly at me, knowing he’s bested Grif in this case. Grif sits up winded and heaving. “Holy shit, Oz. How the hell did you do that? I didn’t even come close.” “I think I know,” I say unable to take my eyes off Grif’s mega pumped pecs. “You’re more built for power. You can max out at huge weights. Oz is more built for endurance. That’s why you have such thick muscles while Oz’s are so ridiculously lean.” Oz steps over and clamps his hand on Grif’s bid delt. “It’s OK Oz, getting 22 at 405 is still pretty good,” he says condescendingly…“I guess.” Grif chuckles to himself as he looks up at Oz who is now bouncing his huge pecs at Grif. “Fuckin’ show off,” he says, echoing what Oz has said to him moments earlier. After maxing out on bench, it is decided to move on to dumbbell bench. Grif excitedly points out the big weights to Oz. “Check it! These bad boys go all the way up to 250, with 10-lb increments over 150.” My eyes go wide at the size of the hugest weights. Even if they weighed just 10 lbs, I felt like I would have a hard time handling them just because of how BIG they were. And the handle is THICK. I can’t believe anybody would be able to use these… “Welp, let’s give them a ride! Grab the other, dude.” Of course, Grif bends down picks up one of the 250s. Oz follows suit and the two drop them at the end of a flat bench. Grif sits down, grabs the bells and cranks out a hard fought bench set of 15. When he sets them down I can feel the floor shake. These two giants literally cause tremors with their strength! Oz follows Grif and between the two of them they do sets of 15, 12, 12 and 10. In between I do sets with what feels like the pathetic 60 lbs dumbbells. Oz sees me noticeably embarrassed by my feeble weights. “Hey man. It’s about feeling the weight, not how much weight you’re using. Don’t worry about how much Grif and I are lifting, this set is about you. YOU!” “All about you!” Grif adds. “The best looking roommate. Now get to it, blast those pecs.” And again with their support I have a great set. I can actually feel a huge pump in my chest! I’m not sure I’ve ever even felt a real chest pump before. I like it, I can feel the appeal of growing. As I put up my dumbbells Grif and Oz set their monsters back on the floor against the wall. They are so big there is no rack for them. Out of curiosity I bend over and just try to left one end of the dumbbells. I can’t do it! I roll the dumbbells back and forth just to get some small gauge of how heavy they true are. It even takes quite a bit of effort to roll the damn things a few inches. “My god, these things are insane. You guys are using a dumbbells that are almost 100 lbs more than I weigh. You guys are so enormous I could be a dumbbell for you.” I see a light go off in Oz’s head. “Oh, is that so, Rory? Would you like to be our dumbbell?” He teases. “Uh…that’s not what I said.” Grif now joins the fun, “YOU TOTALLY COULD BE A DUMBBELL FOR US! Fuck, that’s kinda hot to think about. We’re so big we could little humans as weights! Lets try it with benching. We can do one more set.” “Now wait a minute. That won’t work, you can’t hold me.” Oz steps up to me, towering over me, his big sweaty pecs in my face. “Wanna bet?” He grins. He then flips me around, reaches down and GRABS my ass with his enormous hand. “I think this will work, Grif! My hand is so big I can easily fit Rory’s butt on my hand. How about Rory sits on one hand, and we use a dumbbell in the other.” “Great idea, Oz! What did you say you weigh, Rory? 155? We’ll use the 160 in the other hand. A little more. It will probably be harder to hold you anyways since you little guys tend to wriggle around.” Oh my god. They are going to do it. There is no way for me to escape! …but truthfully I don’t want them too. Shit, Oz’s huge hand felt so big on my ass, I loved it. “Get over here, Rory,” Grif motions me over with his big hand. He lays down the bench with a 160 lbs dumbbell in his left hand resting on his chest. He then turns his right hand upward and opens his palm as if he were carrying an invisible platter. “Ok, sit on my hand.” “Here, I’ll stand right next to you,” Oz moves toward us. “While you’re on Grif’s hand, I’ll put my arm out for you to balance with.” I take my spot and squat down onto Grif’s huge hand. Grif chuckles as I take my seat. “Oh nice, Rory, you gotta nice tight little butt!” I can’t help but blush but and still shocked again just how HUGE Grif’s hand feels. His one hand covers about 2/3 of my entire but region! “Here we go!” I feel myself rise, my feet leave the ground. I wobble at first but I clutch Oz’s out-stretched forearm in front of me for support. “Easy there. Like I said, you little guys are so fidgety!” Grif chuckles and press me all the way up, along with the opposing dumbbell. “Holy shit, this is pretty easy once I get you balanced!” Up and down I go as Grif grunts out reps. “You’re gonna have to put on some wight, little man. This is too easy! Ok I think that’s enough!” He sets me down after 15 reps. “Good finisher! We’ll call them ‘Rory Reps’,” he says as he winks down at me. Oz does the same thing. His hand is ever BIGGER against my little butt. I wobble a little bit more compared to Grif, perhaps due to his longer arms, but he still completes a fairly easy 15 with me and the dumbbell before he sets me down. “OK that was fun, but if we do too much of that I’m going to get motion sickness.” Oz and Grif laugh as find my sea legs. “Are you ok there, little dude?” Grif asks. I nod. “How did that feel for you?” I ask my towering dark haired roommate. Oz reaches up and feels his own pecs, making me jealous of his huge hands. “It was actually a really good workout. I’m super pumped. With you wriggling I had to recruit more stabilizing muscles. We might have to find more ways to do ‘Rory Reps’, like Grif said!” “Ok, but I might need to take some motions sickness pills first.” Oz smirks down at me from his giant 6’10 height. With me at 5’8, he’s now 14 inches taller than me. And with his bigger feet and shoes, it’s probably more like 15 inches right now. “Plus, little dude...” he says almost nervously. Like he’s embarrassed to say what he’s gonna say. “It just hit me that I lifted a fully grown man…with ONE hand…for 15 reps! The thought of that blows my mind. Makes me feel like a literal GIANT! It makes me so big and powerful, I can’t even explain it.” Oz’s quiet acceptance of his growing superiority chills and arouses me. And clearly it is arousing him too as his shorts are bulging more than I remember. I decide to give my impression of the situation. “Well Oz…that’s because you ARE a giant. Look at this, my head doesn’t even reach your shoulders. My head is level with bottom of your pecs. I mean, yeah I’m short, but I’m not REALLY short. There are plenty of guys shorter than me. But…shit, Oz, do you realize how TALL 6’10 is? That is like super, super tall. Just a tiny fraction of less than 1% of men reach your height…and virtually NONE of them have muscle like you do. You are a giant, growing muscle stud. Grif is the only guy around who can challenge you on anything. And after Grif…there’s…fuck I don’t know. Maybe a few of those guys who do the World’s Strongest Man? And none of them are as ripped as you. And so fucking strong, you lifted me with one hand easily! And I know you’re still growing…fuck, you’re going to get so BIG…” I can see Oz eating up my words. He’s never been as emotive as Grif, but I can see his ego, pride and self worth growing, even though I don’t think he’s ever been deficient in any of those categories. “Embrace it, Oz. You are basically a super man. Own it. Be the giant hunk you were meant to be.” Oz face is now in a wry grin as he looks down at me. “Will do little buddy. Thank you, you’re the best. I’ll be the best muscle giant for you and everyone. I’m going to get so fucking big. Just you wait. I want more. More muscle. More height. I need it.” With that he raises his arms, leans slightly forward and gives me a titanic double biceps flex over me. A drop of sweat falls of his meaty pecs onto my chin. I hope he doesn’t notice as I quickly sweep my tongue out to lick it up. Delicious. We do two more chest exercises before moving on to back. “But first,” Grif says as he stomps toward me a glint in his eye. “You gotta join us in the shirtless club, Rory. I’ve had enough of this shirt, you’re making me feel self conscious here.” I scoff as he quickly reaches me, grabs my shirt and lifts it over my head. “There ya go! Now we got three shirtless studs getting huge in here.” Oz whistles as he takes me in. “Damnnn, little dude. You are looking solid! You’ve even got some abs.” I feel a rush of warmth as I blush all over. I have to say, living with two bodybuilders, some of their healthy habits have rubbed off on me. My diet is much cleaner than what it used to be. I’ve been doing stretches and pushups every night before I shower. And I had been using my old gym a couple more times each week. And it was showing. I’d never been so fit in my life. “Woah, seriously, Rory!” Grif joins in. “You are looking like one sexy little dude! You’re gonna have all the gay boys hounding you! Woof!” Did Grif really say ‘woof’? By now I’m supremely embarrassed, I’m not one who’s used to attention. And of course, Oz and Grif know this and lay it on thick with compliments for another few minutes. “OK OK! You guys have inflated my ego enough! Let’s get back to growing you too as well.” We go through two back exercises, DB rows and cable lat pulls downs. Once again Oz and Grif correct my form by putting their huge manly hands on my bare skin. I can feel their callouses which again just exudes their strength. I love it. Finally, it is decided to finish with pull ups. Oz goes first followed by Grif. They easily reach up and grab the bar with no effort and start cranking out reps. Their lats flare and bunch as they go up and down. Their big muscular asses fill their shorts and they hold their legs slightly forward to keep their big feet from hitting the ground. Their expansive, mounded backs shimmer with the sweat produced by their effort. Both of them do a set of 35 before they let their feet hit the floor and let go. My turn. I walk under the bar and look up…the bar looms HIGH above me. With my arms reaching straight up, the bar is still well over a foot above my hands. For the two giants it took no effort to simply lift their arms and grab the bar. They could’ve still grabbed the bar even if it were a few inches higher. But for tiny me…I have to crouch down and LEAP up to grab the handles. I find my grip before eeking out a very ugly looking 12 pullups before falling a long ways back to earth after I let go. The giants go again, this time finding the energy to do 40 reps each! 40 pullups where they are both lifting their 300+ lb bodies! Just insane strength. And the pump they are getting is nuts. Their backs look so red and lumpy from all the swollen muscles back there. It’s my turn again and I step under the bar and once again look high up to the bar. I raise my arms preparing to jump…when suddenly two massive hands grab each side of my torso. I squirm from the surprise and look down to see massive fingers from each hand almost touching on my belly! Oz’s deep sexy voice speaks from above, “I gotcha little buddy. We didn’t realize the bar was so high. When you are as tall as we are we sometimes forget how you short dudes can struggle.” Suddenly I’m rocketting high into the air. “There…we go…nothing to it.” Oz raises me up as if I’m Simba. From the mirror in front of me I can see how it’s causing him very little effort. He just so big and strong! “Ok grab the bar and tell me when your ready.” I momentarily survey the scene from this unfamiliar vantage point of nearly 7 ft in the air. Everything around me looks so low to the ground. I can see the top of almost all the equipment, something I could never do at my normal height. I see Grif standing below me. And for Oz and Grif…this vantage point is normal for them. So much higher than the normal man. So…superior to us all. I grab the bar and thanks to not using so much energy from the jump and grip adjustment, I’m able to get 14 reps this time. When I’m finished, Oz once again wraps his big hands around me and sets me down gently as if he’s a dad setting down his young son. “Great job, Rory! You’re like a cute little monkey doing those,” Grif teases. “Thanks…and you guys are like big huge gorillas doing yours.” “HA! You got that right. But you know what, for this last set, I think we need more of a challenge.” Grif is smirking down at me, he’s up to something. “How about this last set, we do more ‘Rory Reps’. Rory, you hang from us and we’ll see who can do the most.” I shake my head, “You guys are incredible. You know what you are doing to a little gay boy like myself?” Grif smiles even brighter, “Sure do! But you’re helping me get a killer pump. You’re like a workout good luck charm! I’m gonna stuff you into my gym bag and bring my little buddy to the gym EVERYDAY!” “Not if I steal him first!” Oz says. “Ok I’m in, Grif. But you go first.” “Ugh fine,” he replies. “Ok Rory, you wrap your arms around my waist.” I stand behind Grif and look up at his widening back. I would have to grab his waist, there is no chance in hell I’d be able to reach wide enough to get a hold any higher with his thick lat muscles. I reach around Grif’s waist and grab my waist, pulling myself tight. Grif suddenly shudders, “WOO! That tickles little buddy! Hehe.” He calms himself and I pull myself tight. My face is against his sweaty lower mid back. He smells so damn masculine and powerful as his sweat smears by face. His enormous ass muscles push me backward near my pelvis. I pray that Grif doesn’t feel my swelling bulge. “HERE WE GO!” With his feet on the ground he easily reaches up and starts to crank out reps. “WOAH!…UGH…this is way harder with Rory on me!” And yet he powerfully executes several pullups before slowing. Every time he pulls himself up his lat-wings come down and push against my arms. His back muscles contract inward against my face. I’m in muscle heaven. Grif slows down mightily after 12 reps, but amazingly he is still able to squeeze out 4 more dropping at 16. Thankfully for me too, as my own grip strength was about to fail at any moment. “WOOO! Now THAT was a PUMP! BOOM!” Grif plants his fists on his waist and executes a WIIIDE fucking lat spread. I marvel looking up at him as his back spreads wider and wider right in front of me. His elbows look to be 6 feet apart, he’s so wide and broad! “Nice set, Grif. That back is THICK. But now it’s time for the endurance master. Move over shorty.” Oz elbows the flexing Grif out of the way and I take my position as I did with Grif. Oz smells different but it’s just as sexy. As I wrap my hands around I feel his incredible deep cut abs. This workout is sure giving my balls a killer workout. Once I grab my wrist me and Oz are suddenly pulled skyward and he begins his reps. Oz goes quite a bit faster, which I’m glad for at first, but the faster motion soon starts to make me lose my grip. Oz pauses at rep 10 and I take the opportunity to adjust. He then does three more, now slowing down quickly like Oz did. He groans out two more. Just one more to tie Grif. Fuck, I’m about to lose my grip! He grunts out one more and ties Grif…but as he descends and pauses, it’s too much. I lose my grip on my forearms and reach for whatever I can… I grab onto what feels like bricks. I quickly realize it’s Oz’s ABS! His abs are so big and deep cut that I can fit my fingers into the grooves and hang on like I’m rock climbing! Holy fuck, Oz has some incredible feeling abs! Suddenly Oz starts to shimmy and shudder as well. I hear him bust out laughing as he lets go and stands upright. I release my grip and let go, safely standing up again. “THAT’S NOT FAIR,” Oz protests. I could’ve done one or two more but Rory lost his grip and tickled my abs!” I apologize profusely to the dark haired giant. “I’m sorry! After hanging from Grif and then you my grip strength gave out!” Grif busts out laughing and shoots Oz down. “Too bad, Oz. 16 reps is what I counted, just like me.” Oz huffs but I can tell he finds the situation just as funny as us. Grif slighlty comforts him, “Dude, you still got a crazy back pump like I did. Do a lat spread, bro!” We turn to face the big wall mirror with me in between the giants, looking tiny and pathetic next to their hulking frames. Oz flares his own lats and I salivate. Oz has an even tinier waist than Grif, making his taper just fucking incredible! His shoulders are literally three times as wide as his waist! Grif joins in and flexes a lat spread too. Their lat spreads only make me look slimmer in comparison. Both and Grif and Oz looked to be 6 or 7 feet wide while I maybe crack 2 ft at most. Grif sees me watching them in awe. “C’mon Rory, join us!” “I don’t know how to do that! Plus I don’t think I have the muscle.” “Nonsense, here I’ll show you.” Grif steps behind me and the ridiculous contrast in our width makes my eyes go wide. I can see plain as day with him standing behind me, he is literally three times as wide as I am. His pecs are so huge and wide alone that they extend beyond my shoulders! Grif is so tall that he easily reaches down over my shoulders and places my wrists on my waist. “You got shorter arms so you need to put your fists higher on your ribcage than Oz or I have to. Now lean back slightly and feel your lats release.” He places his hands on my tiny lats. “Right there, that muscle is what you want to let go. There you go little man! I feel it it spreading!” With his hands on my lats I am able to find that mind-muscle connection and I actually feel my little lats flexing! Oz claps his big hands together as he watches me in the mirror, “Nice Rory! I can see your back flaring! You little stud, it took me forever to figure out how to spread my wings.” In the mirror I’m simultaneously emasculated and proud as hell. While Grif and Oz’s taper is about a 3:1 ratio, mine is maybe 1.5 to 1…but at least there is a taper! And I can just slightly see my lats under my arms! Oz grabs his phone, “Ok, picture time. We’ll all do the lat spread!” Oz sets the phone on a stand, flips on the timer and we take a pic. With me in the middle flanked by two monstrous muscle beasts. But like they said, I can actually see how good I look. With my fit abs and slight flare, I look better than I ever have! But of course my focus quickly goes back and forth between the two Hercules’. He texts me the pic and I think I might I have it framed. I’m definitely going to blow to it too. My reverie is short lived as Grif announces our next activity. “Great workout dudes. Shower time” Oh shit… 53 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Genetonic Posted November 15, 2021 Share Posted November 15, 2021 Fuckin. Amazing. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wrestlejock646 Posted November 15, 2021 Share Posted November 15, 2021 Awesome as fuck! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spacevlad Posted November 15, 2021 Share Posted November 15, 2021 I haven’t been reading this story but decided to randomly check out this chapter and WOW. Super hot and some of the best gym/lifting scenes I’ve ever read (I really struggle writing these types of scenes so, respect!). The sexual tension you’re building is so good… just hoping there’s a release for our protagonist at some point! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OldFashioned Posted November 15, 2021 Share Posted November 15, 2021 Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted November 15, 2021 Author Share Posted November 15, 2021 The word "fuck" seems to be getting used a lot in reaction to this chapter, lol. Hopefully those are good "fuck"s 7 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LorianofLothric Posted November 15, 2021 Share Posted November 15, 2021 Damn this was a great chapter! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rugbyfan490 Posted November 16, 2021 Share Posted November 16, 2021 Great chapter and story development! That shower is going to mentally test him lmao 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Growingbf Posted November 16, 2021 Share Posted November 16, 2021 Wow, amazing chapter as always! How exciting that Oz’s feet have already caught up with Grif’s! I thought big feet were going to be Grif’s thing, but now they’re even battling it out there. I wonder if they colored sole to sole if one of them actually has the edge despite wearing the same size. Sooner or later their 4 feet together are gonna be longer than Rory is tall haha 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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