m/m Jolias Finally Lets Go - Part 5

[pasidious]

To avoid potential confusion, and in case it isn't obvious, the first part of this chapter is from Jolias's point of view.  It's a new thing for me, to write from a separate character's perspective.  Hopefully it isn't terrible.  Thanks again to @MadMutter for allowing me to use his OC Jolias.

Part 4

 

He's so cute.  The light hair he keeps in an undercut style, his light brown eyes which might even seem more golden than brown, the fact he's taller than me...  He hits all the right buttons for me.  And, the fact he's constantly nervous is just even cuter.  Not alone, but the fact that I seem to be the cause of it is so enthralling.  I love having that affect on him.  

I picked up the 20s and started doing alternating curls with them.  I really did want Mike to join me for a workout, which I really thought would be fun, but it's whatever.  I can drag him here when we're both free.  Just gotta get some better synergy going with our schedules.  I wonder if he ever does workout, though.  This colder weather thing makes it so difficult to determine what a dude looks like under his clothes.  I mean, sure, it's far easier to tell the overweight guys from the skinnier guys, but the thinner dudes are always a mystery.  Are they fit?  Just skinny?  No way to know until some layers come off.  And I wanna know what Mike looks like.  The gym would have been the perfect way to get a reading on his body.

But, if I'm being honest, it didn't matter.  I was already enraptured by him.  I really just wanted to see his reaction to my body.  I scoffed at myself for being so... shallow.  But, there was more to it than just physical attractiveness, as much as I tried to hide that fact.  I looked in the mirror across from where I was standing as I curled the weights.  I loved watching my hard biceps balling up with each contraction, my vascularity showing through with a nice protruding vein across each peak.  Fuck yeah, I thought to myself, knowing I was building my muscles up naturally.  I definitely craved size, that's for sure.  I wanted the power.  That feeling.  It's so intoxicating to be so strong.  But I wanted it naturally, and I wanted it to be permanent.  Not just some sexually charged reaction to being immensely turned on.  

I sighed, knowing my reality was a shitty one.

I guess I was hoping Mike would've joined me in here, and he would've reacted to seeing my muscles the way he's been reacting so far.  I wanted to watch him pitch a tent as he saw me flexing and lifting.  I wanted to know if muscles turned him on.  I need a reading on him.  I need to know if we could ever work as a romantically involved couple, or if we're forever doomed to just be friends.  And, sadly, probably less than even that, because I know damn well he's into me.  And if I can't reciprocate, he'll probably eventually get alienated to the point of total avoidance.  Not a good basis for a lasting friendship.

What if muscles aren't his thing?  What if he's like... totally disgusted by it?  

I felt myself getting irrationally disappointed by a total hypothetical.  Even if he's not into muscle, maybe we could still work?  

I shook my head at the conversation I was having with myself in my own mind.  The idea we would still work is laughable.  He'd see me grow and probably run and never look back.  Literally no one can do what I can do.  There's a reason it's a secret from everybody.

Well, almost everybody.

The last and only person who ever saw me grow did exactly what I'm afraid Mike would do.  He ran.  Scared out of his mind.  He even told the authorities that I was some  kind of monster, and I had to answer a bunch of questions from the police.  It was... embarrassing, to say the least.  The word "alien" even came up a couple of times.  Thankfully I only grow when I'm extremely aroused, and return to normal once I "calm" down.  So, investigations were brief and short-lived as they weren't able to investigate or validate science-fiction.  Science-fiction that was, admittedly, truth, but again, only one person having knowledge of it allows it to go on as simply science-fiction.  I hated harboring ill feelings towards a guy I once wanted to date, but really, it's hard not to be upset that he tried to ruin my life.  I was so attracted to him.  And I thought he was to me.  But I couldn't help but smile at the fact he was seen as a lunatic for bringing such ridiculous accusations against me.  The only way I'd be concerned at this point is if Fox Mulder and Dana Scully showed up at my door.

I smirked at that idea, inwardly laughing but lamenting the fact that one of the greatest TV shows of all-time is no longer on television.  God, what would I really do if Fox Mulder decided to investigate the truth behind whether or not I was some sort of monster?  Would even he be able to get to the bottom of it?

Building my own body up through normal means was my way of trying to measure my compatibility with a potential boyfriend.  It's taken a year, but I'm finally looking pretty buff, in my own opinion.  Now all I gotta do is find a way to... show it off, I guess... and watch how Mike reacts.  Then, we can move on from there.

I finished my workout, which was a light one today.  I went back to the locker room and, before bothering to cover my body again with the necessary layers to protect against the cooler fall air, I decided to look into the mirror.  The black wife-beater I usually wore for working out was form-fitting.  Sexy.  I liked it.  It showed my tight abs through the thin fabric, and I could see the small but nevertheless present valley between my taut pecs.  And of course, my arms were on full display.  My shoulders have broadened a bit since I started working out, and my arms are getting thick with muscle.  I'm not huge, by any standard.  But I was taking on the appearance of a gym-rat.  And I need so badly to finally let Mike get a glimpse of what's hiding under my clothes.  I need his reaction, and I need it to be positive.  Because I can't stop imagining shoving my dick into his ass and hearing him moan in pleasure.  

I started putting on my clothes, changing out of my shorts and putting on my pants, and donning the hoodie I usually wear before it starts getting truly cold outside.  

BZZZ

My phone went off.  It was nestled next to a bunch of spare change I had in my gym bag for whatever reason, amplifying the noise of its vibration.  I always put it on vibrate when I'm in the gym just in case someone decides to blow it up with phone calls.  After I shoved my arm into the second sleeve of my hoodie, I reached down for my phone before zipping the bag shut.  My heart skipped a beat in my chest and I smiled as I read the sender's name of the text.  It was Mike.

Class done wanna get lunch?

I felt myself sigh, almost like I was relieved.  Like I was scared he wouldn't text me.  I smiled, thinking of how he seems to be thinking the same way I am.  He's a nervous dude, too; he only hides it far less as well as I can.  

Fuck yes where, I sent back.

Immediately the bubbles popped up.  The den since its open and closer than dennys lol he responded.

Good idea im so hungry meet ya there

And I didn't hesitate to pick up my shit and walk out of there.

***

 

Once again I sat in a class I really ought to have been paying attention to thinking only of Jolias.  His face was all I could see in my head when I sat in that hard, unrelenting classroom chair.  I glanced down at my notes and it was once again riddled with nothing but Jolias's name.  Over and over again.  I was totally enraptured by him.  He was so fucking hot!  How could anyone not think of him constantly?  How was he not a famous model making millions of dollars a month just posing for pictures?

Wait, scratch that idea.  If he were doing that, I'd have no shot of being with him.  I'd have no shot of even being friends with him, much less lovers.  He can do that after we get married, and then we can be rich.

I laughed inwardly at myself, thinking of the future in those terms.  Like he'd ever want to marry me.  I'm boring.  Dull.  He surely would rather marry a guy who's much more attractive.  

I looked up at the professor who was droning on and on, and I saw a ton of crap written on the chalkboard that I probably should have been paying attention to.  I subconsciously shook my head, cursing at myself for allowing my mind to wander so freely.  I am so going to regret not paying attention.

But in a mere second, I was back to thinking about Jolias and only Jolias.  He was going to the gym.  Which meant he was probably hiding some sexy muscles under those clothes.  I'd love to see them!  My cock was growing again within the confines of my pants, and I didn't even care.  I liked imagining Jolias with a tight, sexy, muscular body.  I imagined actually having joined him in the gym, and I imagined him doing the bench press, pushing up weight I could never dream of lifting, watching from his side as his pecs bunched up into hard mounds every time he pushed the heavy weight up.  Maybe one day we can have a private workout, except he'd work out his sexy muscles, and then we'd have a separate workout of our own right after.  Like, maybe he'd finish pressing a ton of weight, and then I'd walk over, straddle him as he lay on the bench, and sit down right on his crotch.  I'd bend down, kissing him hard on the lips, our tongues wrestling with each other, my hands prodding his hot pumped up chest.  I'd lift my ass up just enough to get my pants down, as he lowers his own in a frenzy of sexual tension, and then I'd lower myself back down as his dick slowly enters my hot hole.  He'd flex his big sexy biceps as I slowly and lightly bounce on his dick, our moans echoing through the empty weight room.  

FUCK.  I came back to reality in time to hear the screech of metal chair legs scraping across cheap linoleum.  Class had apparently ended, and I was once again sitting with a raging hardon that would become overly apparent if I stand up.  Time to wrap that hoodie around my waist again.  GOD I want Jolias so bad.  But my heart fluttered as I realized I was done class.  Well, "done" isn't exactly accurate in this context.  I think I was done before class even began.  I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted Jolias.  Hopefully he'd still want to get lunch.  Or maybe he was still in the gym working out and I could go watch.

Fuck yes where he sent back.  I guess he was done too.  I suggested the Den since I don't really want to have to travel far for lunch, and since we'd likely be meeting at the location of our choosing, it'd only prolong the amount of time before I got to see him again.

Once I knew the hoodie was secure around my waist, I stood up, prepared to walk to the Den.  Hopefully it was warm enough that I wouldn't feel too chilly without my hoodie on.  I was suddenly very aware also that I'd apparently leaked a ton of pre into my pants as well.  That's just great.  Just thinking of this dude sent my cock into a frenzy.  I mean, I leaked pre all the time when I was jerking off, but to leak so much just from thinking about a dude was new to me.  It was exciting but embarrassing.  

And I still couldn't shake this feeling that, in the end, I'd wind up being disappointed.  He hasn't shown me he wants our relationship to become sexual or romantic.  Was I even in the slightest way prepared for the potentiality he only ever wanted to be just friends?

I had to know.  I had to make a plan to find out sooner rather than later.  Maybe I can goad him into getting super close to me like he did last night, but instead of being a nervous wreck, I actually close the gap and put my lips on his.  It's mostly harmless.  He'll either recoil, or embrace it.  We're both gay, that much we've established.  So, he won't hate me if he dislikes a kiss.  I could play it off as my thinking he wanted to.  I mean, why else get that close to my face?

Oh fuck, I was overthinking things.  I need to just let things play out.  But my throbbing cock was telling me to hurry things up.

Exiting the building, I already regretted having only a short-sleeve shirt on.  I'm going to need to start dressing for the inevitability that I'll always need to hide my raging boners.  But I hurried my way to the Den, eager to see Jolias again.  It'd only been about an hour since I last saw him, but it felt like forever.

[DennisFLL]

Love your build up.  Love the characters and writing.  Please, Pasidous, when do we get to read the next chapter?  

[Azerreza]

....................... Well......... absolutely........ LOVED IT !!!!!

And the point of view of Jolias is SO perfect but I agree, it's harder yes but you feel so much more the feelings ^^ But again, it's perfect !

Thank you for this masterpiece !!

[jujumusclelover717]

glad you are back!!! can't wait to read more!!!

[pasidious]

Happy to see some positive comments, but please keep them coming.  If you enjoy it, hate it, something, anything at all helps me not only continue writing but to improve.

[Azerreza]

Honestly I love these phases of seduction, this shyness and especially this desire for the other but to doubt the feelings.

In fact, the more you describe the feeling, the more intense it is and the first person point of view is perfect for that. I love the fact that I know what both of them are thinking.

Honestly double point of view for growths scenes could be very hot (Jolias describing what he feels and Mike totally aroused by the growth).

But above all do it your way, don't force yourself.

[outdoorsman21us]

Love where this is going!  Cannot wait for more...

[cregssatx]

So glad to see this story continued!  Thanks Pasidious!