Popular Post TQuintA Posted June 22, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 22, 2021 Part 1 – The High School Hero Chapter 4 The number 55 isn’t really that special of a number. It’s a Fibonacci number. It’s the age at which Picasso painted Guernica. It’s the atomic number of cesium. Let me tell you, 55 pounds of muscle being added to your body all at once, especially when you are already borrowing 35, it changes your appreciation for the number 55. Everywhere, my body grew instantly heavier and bigger. I noticed it in my legs first—the bigness, that is. I had to reposition my legs wider as they began crashing into each other, thick columns of muscle stretching through the skin, the individual fibers of muscle visible as my legs burgeoned and widened. Almost at the same time, I noticed my arms moving away from my body. My biceps were swelling with girthy muscle, it was the rounded mass of my bicep that was forcing my arm away. Helping them along their journey, my shoulders were bounding up with spherical flesh, my deltoids impressive and stark, broadening my frame and stature. My lats also pushed my arms out further, giving the top of me a wide thickness and a thick wideness. My hands roamed my body, feeling the dense, quilted power of my midsection growing starker and more defined as my abs intensified. My pecs bloomed outwards, my skin trying desperately to contain them as the muscular power etched itself through my chest. Even with all my working out, my chest had always been relatively flat, and now it stuck out so far that I had more than a hefty handful, which my hands tried, failingly, to encircle. As I had to adjust my stance a second time, the growth seemed to subside. Jonah whimpered as a wet spot grew across the front of his pants, pants he was holding up desperately, his hips and ass too small to hold them up. All four of them—Gregg, Xavier, Jonah, and Buddy—they looked so diminished. Our heights had not changed—Gregg and Xavier were still taller than me—but they looked so small and thin. Xavier, who’d had no real fat on him, looked almost frail. Buddy and Jonah, two bruisers from the football team, just looked like average teens. My forearm looked thicker than their legs. Gregg swooped behind me, and I suddenly felt two small, but warm, hands on my ass. “This is so huge and round, Gerry. It’s a work of art.” I tried to turn around to get a peek at my ass, but my traps and neck were so thick, that I didn’t know how to look to get a good view of it—I blocked my own view. I strode over to the nearest mirror, and the beast staring back at me was enormous. He was thick and bulging, bigger than any person I’d ever seen in real life. My abs looked thick and mighty, my legs looked striated and titanic, my chest looked proud and overfull, my arms looked dangerous and huge. I walked closer to the mirror, and the beast I was staring at sauntered, swaggered, and strutted his way up to the mirror. I had to move my legs in a new way to just walk forward, causing my hips to swing, and my dick waved back and forth with each step. I was just moving forward, and it looked like I was trying to seduce some poor, young thing. I lifted my arms above my head to really get a good look at my chest and abs. I had a fully developed six-pack now. As I held my arms in the air, I saw the hollows of my armpits, the sort of cavern that bodybuilders grow, and mine was particularly deep. I thought of myself as lightly hairy, but with all of the new real estate for my body hair to cover, I looked practically hairless. Xavier got my attention as he tried to drag me across the room, but I remained staunchly where I was. “What?” I asked him. “I want to make sure nothing was lost in the transfer. Come over to the scale.” I humored him and ambled over to the scale. When I stepped on it, it registered 249 pounds. “Satisfied?” I asked Xavier. “You can borrow another pound,” Jonah blurted, looking squarely at me. With all the mass on me, I barely registered it. The scale now said 250. Xavier and Buddy shot a furrowed glance at him. “What?” Jonah defended himself. “This way it’s an even 0 at the end.” I looked around to ask Gregg where the clothes were, but he was nowhere to be found. “Where’d my boyfriend go?” I asked. Buddy tried to look innocent, but I stepped toward him, and he immediately confessed. “He ran off to a stall.” The stall was clearly locked, but I pushed it open—the flimsy lock wasn’t even a challenge. Gregg was leaning over, stroking his dick furiously. I’d never seen his dick that hard. It was swollen so stiff I could see his heartbeat in it. When he noticed I’d walked in on him, he turned a deep shade of crimson. I was surprised he still had the available blood. “Give us a sec, guys,” I said, and the three other guys ducked into the shower stalls. “Now that they’re gone,” I said, “You can gawk all you want.” “You’re cool with this?” he asked. I flexed my bicep, and it ballooned into a mighty mountain of power. I brought it close to his face, so close he could practically kiss it, and he saw how, together with my impressive triceps, my arm was approaching the size of his head. “Need any other images for your spank bank?” I asked. Gregg came all over himself, his feet kicking out uncontrollably. “While you clean yourself up, I’ll get dressed. Where are the clothes?” “My locker,” he managed between gasps for air. I went over to the locker and opened it. The door handle felt so small, pliable, and weak in my hand. Inside were a pair of black leggings, a yellow and black t-shirt, and a pair of briefs. I started with the briefs, unsure of why I couldn’t just use my own underwear. Then, when the blue cotton fabric wrapped itself around my giant ass, meaty thighs, and ab-thickened waist, I truly felt for the first time just how large and massive I was. I could never have squeezed that meat into my own underwear. The leggings fought me a little as I slid them up my legs. I had to jump up and down and pull with some actual force. My legs were so voluminous that the leggings didn’t want to make room for all of me. When I finally got it up to my ass, I had to jump and tug a second round, my ass unwilling to budge. By the time my ass was finally inside, I had worked up a light sheen of sweat and my chest was heaving from the exertion. I saw myself in the mirror—I looked powerful and intense. My legs were so massive that the stretched black material now looked greyish blue. I dried my chest off with a handy towel—I didn’t care whose it was as long as my chest was dry—and then unfurled the t-shirt. It looked ridiculously huge. I don’t think I’d ever seen a shirt that big. I exaggerate, but it felt like I could’ve used it for a bedsheet or a window shade. “Who could possibly fit into this shirt?” I wondered as I put it on. Then, I struggled to get it over my shoulders, arms, and chest. When I finally pulled it down, it clung to my abs, showing off each one, but my arms, shoulders, and chest bulged so mightily that the shirt looked like it might give. I was too big for the bedsheet. As I sat on the bench to put my shoes on—my feet were a little thicker, but they weren’t substantially bigger, so my shoes still fit—I called out for the guys that I was decent. “You might want to pick another word,” Gregg said, slapping my ass. “You’re clothed.” “I’ll admit it,” Xavier said, “it’s impressive.” “Impressive?” Buddy echoed. “He’s a fucking monster.” I turned to Gregg. “I look good?” “Beyond good.” “I mean convincing. Am I convincing? I look like a tough meathead who will kick out that townie?” “Definitely.” I walked over to the door connecting the locker room to the weight room, and the guys followed me. I took up as much space as any two of them. I opened the door a crack, and sneaked a look inside. The townie was there, alone, lifting free weights on a bench on the far side of the room, focusing on his arms. I whispered, “Wish me luck,” and opened the door all the way. Townie didn’t even look up. I went to walk through the door, but slammed into one of the jambs—I wasn’t used to being this wide. I had to shimmy my way through the door to compensate. Totally unintimidating. I shook it off, trying not to let it faze me, and started to walk across the room. I wanted to take big, intimidating steps, but I’d never been a big guy. My natural instinct was to make myself smaller so he wouldn't notice me. There’s no way to make this truck of a body smaller, so my legs started getting in each other’s way, and I stumbled a little bit. I recovered a second time and continued my trek across the room, slowly. I got a few feet closer, and then the townie started grunting. It was deep, animalistic, and feral. He looked angry and ready to pop. When he slammed a free weight down on the bench, I nearly shrieked, turned around, and ran back towards the locker room. But, I was still unused to my dimensions, so I ended up tripping, and practically falling through the door back into the locker room. Xavier closed the door behind me. “I think I’m the weak link in this chain,” I said, still on the floor. “That was pitiful,” Xavier said, “but he was so into his own body, he didn’t see anything.” He paused, then added, “What the hell was that?” “Even will all this extra mass, I’m still me,” I said. “I thought with a huge body like this, intimidation would be part of the package deal. But I still feel like little Gerry, yearbook geek and Everthorne shipper, who’d never set foot in a gym until his boyfriend dragged him to one.” “What’s an Everthorne?” Buddy said. “Get up, Gerry,” Jonah said, shooing me to my feet. “When you go in there, you’re not you anymore. You’re The Repository. You’re not even alone in there. You’re five guys.” “What if he fights me? I don’t know how to fight.” “He can’t take you down. You’re bigger than him, and he’s used to being the big guy,” Xavier added. “I don’t know how to be intimidating,” I admitted. “I thought it would come to me in the moment, but it just isn’t.” “Go in there and show him how much bigger than him you are,” Buddy said. “The rest should take care of itself.” “I don’t know if I can do this,” I admitted. Gregg took my hand. “This is nothing, stud.” He kissed me on the cheek. “Give it another try. I know you’ve got it in you.” Xavier opened the door to the weight room, and I walked through it. I banged to doorjamb again, but this time I expected it, so I threw my shoulder into it, and it made a loud bang noise. The townie looked up. “Here goes nothing,” I thought. I squared my shoulders and sauntered over to the townie. He stared at me the whole time. The closer I got, the harder he stared. He could not take in my awesome size. “Never seen you in here before,” he said. “Never been in here before,” I lied. “New transfer. Got kicked out of my last school.” I flexed my pecs, stretching my shirt forward. “Figured I’d test out this gym before they kick me out of this school too.” “Tough guy, huh?” he said, tossing his free weight down on the bench. The noise did scare me, but I saw it coming this time, so I didn’t run. Instead, I walked over to his weight and picked it up. “Kinda light,” I said, flexing it a few times. It wasn’t even a lie. This was a weight he was struggling with, maxing out on his bicep workout, and it felt manageable to me. It could fell its heft and heaviness—it wasn’t light—but I had way less difficulty with it than he was. I re-racked the weight and picked up a weight that looked like a cartoon dumbbell. I didn’t look at the number painted on the weight. I knew if I did, I’d psych myself out. Instead, I just lifted it, flexing my bicep. I could feel even more resistance, but I could curl it. I did a few curls, and then looked over at the townie. His jaw dropped open. I put the weight back on the rack and went over to him to being intimidating. “Think you could do that weight?” “Maybe,” he lied. “If I was properly warmed up.” “Really? A little guy like you?” I leaned on the word “little.” “You call this little?” he asked, flexing his arm. It did look big. It looked scary big. But I knew mine was bigger. As he flexed his bicep, he exposed his hairy armpit. “No, but I’d call it rank and noxious,” I said. He looked at me confused. “I’d call you nasty-smelling,” I clarified. “But I wouldn’t call you big.” “What would you call big?” I flexed my arm as hard as I could. I don’t know if the shirt was too small, the few curls I’d done had given me a bit of a pump, both, or some other explanation, but as I flexed, my arm split the sleeve. “This is big.” He took a step back away from me. “You weigh, what? 230?” I laughed. “When I was 16.” I rubbed my hands down my torso and widened my shoulders. “250 this morning.” I heard him try to swallow, but his throat was dry. “It’s odd seeing you in here,” I said, changing the subject now that he saw just how big I was. “Isn’t this a high school weight room?” I asked. “It’s a gym that doesn’t charge,” he responded. “You don’t look exactly like a high school student.” “I don’t exactly see a sign saying I have to be one.” I walked closer to him than I ever wanted to get. I was reminded of something a bully had done to me in middle school. I wasn’t routinely bullied—I didn’t stand out enough to be bullied—but I’d had my run-ins with bullying. I took the townie’s face in my hand and turned his head to the banner over the door bedecked with the school’s mascot. “That sign up there says high school.” He tried to turn his head back, but I held his head firmly in place. “I guess I see it now, he said, chuckling unconvincingly. I let go of his face. A slight motion in my peripheral vision drew my eyes to his crotch. Was he getting hard? No. It wasn’t that. I know what an erection looks like. This wasn’t that. But, it gave me an in. “So, I guess you’re some sort of pervert who likes to stare at little boys.” “What? No.” “Why else would a grown man want to work out surrounded by teenage boys?” “I’m no weak little f…” he started, but I interrupted him. “Don’t finish that word,” I said, stepping right up to him and butting him with my chest. “And what’ll happen if I do?” he asked. I could see the flop sweat on his upper lip; I could practically hear his heart beating in his chest. I could tell he was bluffing. But, so was I. I was getting in over my head. Internally, I took a beat and asked myself what I would have done if someone had tried to call me that word on a normal day, when I wasn’t wearing an overstuffed suit of muscle. I internally smiled. “If you do, my boyfriend will beat the ever-loving fuck out of you.” “Boyfriend?” “That’s right, tiny. Boyfriend. And he’s so much bigger than me.” On most days, that would even have been true. “You can’t possibly be gay.” I did a most muscular flex. Well, my approximation of one. I didn’t exactly know the mechanics of a real one, and my over-engorged muscles were getting in the way of each other, but it was the closest I could get to it. My other sleeve tore. Then, at my most swollen and massive, I said, “You’re staring at 100%, grade A, queer American beef. Gay as a pride parade, and not willing to take any flak from a pipsqueak so scared of real men that he has to work out around boys.” I stopped flexing, and while tapping him on the chest, I ordered, “Get out of my gym and don’t come back.” He raced out of the gym so quickly that I half-expected to see a cloud of smoke and a hole the shape of his body in the wall. 32 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post TQuintA Posted June 22, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 22, 2021 Part 1 – The High School Hero Chapter 5 As soon as the coast was clear, the guys came into the weight room. I spun around and excitedly threw my arms out to the side. “It worked!” Gregg ran over and hugged me. His body felt so slight against mine. After the hug, he looked me in the eyes and said, “My boyfriend will beat you up? Really? That’s how you act tough?” “Wouldn’t you fight a guy who was talking to me like that?” “Not if he’s that much bigger than me, no.” “My hero,” I said sarcastically. “You’re my hero,” Buddy echoed, genuinely. “He pissed himself he was so scared.” So, that’s what that movement in his pants had been. Gross. “You did good,” Xavier said. “Good enough.” He shrugged. “Now give me back my muscles. Before I could speak, giving them back everything, Gregg put his hand over my mouth. He looked at Xavier. “30 more minutes.” After a moment, he added, “Please.” “You’ve got to be fucking kidding.” “I never kid about fucking,” Gregg said. “You want me to give you a half hour so you and your boyfriend can fuck with my muscles?” Gregg nodded emphatically. “Yes. Yes, that is precisely what I am asking. Yes.” “Dude, come on.” Xavi was unmoved. “If I could somehow lend my muscles for a morning to give you half an hour with Gal Gadot, I’d do it. Don’t deny me half an hour with my boyfriend looking like this.” He gestured to my massiveness for emphasis. “It’s creepy, Gregg,” he insisted. “I’m not even gay.” “If you say no, Buddy and Jonah will say no too. If you say yes, they’ll say yes. So, please. This is a unique opportunity.” Xavier rolled his eyes and sighed. “20 minutes.” “Thank you,” Gregg said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the shower stalls. Once we were in there, he turned around, gestured to the stalls, and said, “Dealer’s choice.” I picked him up and kissed him. It was weird being nearly 100 pounds more muscular than my boyfriend. Even when I was borrowing his muscles during a fuck session, I was only ever maybe 10 pounds bigger than him. This. I outclassed him by a country mile. My forearm was thicker than his calf. And he felt so light. “Holy fuck,” he said. “Curl me. I’m only 165 pounds. I bet you could curl me.” “Really?” I purred. He was still dangling in mid-air. Before I lost my nerve, I put him down, grabbed his shirt tightly in my hand, and lifted him off the ground with one arm. He came off the ground. His shirt threatened to slide off, so I only curled him a few times and then put him back down. But I’d been able to curl him. “Fuck. Me. Now.” He said. I grabbed a towel from the nearby shelf, laid it down for him to rest his head on, then climbed on top of him. His pants slipped off him so easily because of how narrow and small he was. Fishing out my dick from two layers of tight fabric was much harder, but I finally pulled the leggings and briefs down, exposing my much harder cock and my beautifully full ass. Gregg signaled that he was good to go, so I inserted myself into him. “Ride me hard cowboy. As hard as you can. Try to break me. I want to limp after this.” “You sure? We’re on a tile floor.” “Hard as you can. Fuck me until I shatter.” I began thrusting full force, and Gregg started screaming I stopped, worried I’d hurt him, and Gregg looked at me accusatorily. “What’d you stop for?” “You were screaming.” “Good screams. Excellent screams. Expect more of them.” So, I started thrusting again, full force. As I fucked him with my rock hard six inches, I noticed that Gregg and I were sliding across the floor. I was fucking him all the way across the room. “We’re sliding, buckaroo.” “Then hold me down. Overpower me. Trap me in place.” With my left arm, I took both of Gregg’s arms and held them down behind his head. With my right arm, I pressed hard into the floor. I began thrusting again, harder and harder. The whole time, Gregg’s dazzling blue eyes, when he could open them, stared lustfully at my bulging biceps trapping him against the floor. My unrelenting bulk and the hard surface of the floor sandwiched him, compressing his body. It was only a few minutes before Gregg was going off like a geyser, but I wasn’t there yet. I was having a little bit of trouble getting traction, so I forced my arms under his back, thrust fully inside him, and rolled until I was on my back. Then, once he was on top of me, I pushed him so he was upright on top of me, his legs to either side. I then pistoned him up and down, like I was jacking myself off using his body. Especially after all the thrusting I’d already done, it was sweaty work. My muscles filled with blood, ruddy with exertion, and my face glistening. Gregg began beating his tiny fists against my chest ineffectively. My chest was so thick and swollen, I barely even felt it. Powering through the exertion, breathing more heavily, I picked up the pace. I was getting close. My breaths were coming out in heaving puffs, my face as red as my swollen muscles. I’d given up thinking about Gregg’s pleasure the second we rolled over, but as I neared my own climax, I could see that Gregg was approaching his third orgasm of the morning. Seeing that my power had that big of an effect on him, that I could use him without any consideration for him and still get him off, pushed me over the edge. I came fully, pushing my hips up, forcing Gregg off the ground, which sent him over the edge too. After the orgasm, he rolled off of me, and I just held him there for a few minutes. “It’s probably been more than twenty minutes,” Gregg said. “It has,” Jonah said from the door. “They sent me in because they knew I’d like what I found.” “Alright, Gregg. We’ve had our fun.” I got up, and pulled up my briefs and leggings over my exposed bits. Gregg stood up, and wobbled to the door. “I’m gonna feel this for days,” he said, a giant, placid smile pasted on his face. He was walking bowlegged. Had I really just fucked my boyfriend bowlegged? Once we were in the locker room proper, I said to everyone, “You all can have your muscles back.” Almost as soon as I said it, I deflated 90 pounds. The leggings and briefs just fell off me, not enough meat to hold them up. I drowned in the shirt. As Xavier’s muscles swelled back into his impressive form of young athleticism, he sighed in relief. He bounced his newly re-enlarged quads, and felt up his abs and pecs. Jonah and Buddy bloomed back into the bruisers they were. Buddy even added, “Oh, that felt awesome.” “You should feel 55 pounds pouring into you all at once,” I said. I turned to look at Gregg, and was delighted to see my buff boyfriend again. He took a few tentative steps, and he was still having trouble with it. “Sorry,” I said. “I hope I didn’t…” “Sorry nothing,” Gregg said, that placid smile spreading wider across his face. “That was awesome.” 42 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted June 24, 2021 Share Posted June 24, 2021 I'll admit I loved the muscle growth descriptions. What I didn't expect was to find the sex scenes so entertaining! WARNING - SPOILEFR ! <snip> I stopped, worried I’d hurt him, and Gregg looked at me accusatorily. “What’d you stop for?” “You were screaming.” “Good screams. Excellent screams. Expect more of them.” <snip> Who knew sex descriptions could be so funny and relatable? Great work, TQuintA! I can feel the snark and witticisms just rolling off these characters!! Mdlftr 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ToolShedCub Posted June 24, 2021 Share Posted June 24, 2021 This was a hot story! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted June 25, 2021 Author Share Posted June 25, 2021 Part 1 – The High School Hero Chapter 6 After the townie left—and he left for good. A number of urban legends spread around our school as to why he left. Some say the principal finally called the police and filed a restraining order. Some say that the guy OD’d on something and was found dead in the locker room. Some say that it was all a bizarre reality show prank that backfired. My favorite urban legend was that someone’s older brother who’s in the WWE came to the school pretending to be a high schooler and beat up the townie, and then proceeded to have sex with his girlfriend in front of the townie to shame him. It’s an absurd story on the face of it, but it was somehow also the closest to the truth. I just wish my professional wrestler counterpart was gay. Once they were sure the townie was gone for good, the Solomon brothers returned to their own sphere. I still saw them occasionally when it was a group hang and Gregg was there, but I think they were significantly weirded out by the whole experience and didn’t like thinking too closely about the quarterback’s gay sex preferences. I also decided to cool it with the weightlifting for a bit. I’d work out enough to maintain my 160 pounds, but after feeling the unbridled power of 250 pounds, I knew that if I started to pack on some real, permanent size, building mass would become my whole life, and I wasn’t ready to make that commitment. Gregg was disappointed. Especially when he learned why I was stopping, he tried to push me to change my mind. But I resisted, and he relented. He took the whole experience as a win because I now had the Solomons’ tacit seal of approval. Jonah, on the other hand, practically glued himself to my side as my new best friend. He had lunch with me and my friends, he followed me everywhere, and he even joined yearbook. He barely had time for it with his football commitments, but with November halfway through, that commitment was going to end too. “Can we talk in private after school?” he asked one day. “I guess. Gregg and I don’t have plans, and I don’t have a shift at work.” “Cool.” Jonah and I walked to the empty field behind the science building and sat with our backs pressed up against the wall. “Why’d you want to meet?” I asked. “I just have so many questions,” he said, but it didn’t sound like the truth. I made a sound of recognition and then explained to him that I didn’t know how I could borrow people’s muscles. I just could. “No, I get that. It’s just, I have to know what it feels like.” “Well, I can tell whose muscle is whose. That’s pretty cool. Different muscle feels different.” “Really? How?” “Well, Gregg’s muscles feel tight and coiled, like a snake ready to strike. Quick bursts of power. Your muscle, however, felt durable. Like it was building material. Concrete.” “Awesome. And what’s the limit?” “What do you mean?” “Like, could someone lend you all of their muscles, and they’d just lie there powerless and unable to stand?” I shook my head, slightly disgusted. “What? No. I can only borrow extra muscles.” “But, how do you know?” “I just know. I just know this stuff. Sometimes I don’t know the rules until someone asks me to break them, but I just know.” “Can you borrow one guy’s muscles and then give them to someone else?” That question almost sounded hopeful. “Nope. The muscles always belong to the person who lent them to me. And that’s back where they go.” He grew silent and white, then asked, “Can you borrow anything else, or just muscles?” “What do you mean?” “Like, could I lend you some inches in height, or some hair, or a few inches of cock?” The boy was practically giddy at the thought. “Nope,” I said confidently. “Sorry, Jonah.” “So, I couldn’t like make your cock fucking huge, and then have you fuck me with it?” “No, I can only borrow what’s extra. But I wouldn’t do that anyways because I have a boyfriend.” “You guys are monogamous?” “Well, I am. Never specifically discussed it with Gregg. I assume he is.” “And if he isn’t? If he’s off somewhere right now blowing some guy in the janitor’s closet?” I scrunched up my face. That sounded utterly specific. “I hope he isn’t because that sounds cramped and unpleasant.” “You don’t care that he’s fucking other people behind your back?” I shook my head. “I don’t know that he is. And even if he is, I’m not really the jealous type.” “His name is Bradley.” “Well, good for Bradley. Gregg gives good blow jobs.” “You really don’t care?” “I guess I don’t.” I shrugged. “Thanks, Jonah. I just learned something about myself.” That evening, Gregg came over for an after-dinner hangout. Before we started making out, I asked him, “So, Jonah says you’ve been giving blow jobs to this guy named Bradley in the janitor’s closet.” Gregg grew pale and looked unwilling to talk. “Did you believe him?” “I didn’t care,” I informed him. “We never had the monogamy talk. You’re incredibly hot and only recently out of the closet. There’s an inhibition and freedom that comes with that. You’re also a muscular blond with dreamy eyes, so I doubt you have any trouble attracting men. I was shocked to learn that I’m not even slightly jealous here.” “Really?” Gregg almost sounded hurt. “I just wanted you to know that I’m not seeing anyone else, and I’m not planning on seeing anyone else.” “And this is where…” Gregg started. But I interrupted him, “And this is where I tell you that I don’t care if you see other guys. I know you love me. I enjoy spending time with you. I enjoy our sex life. What I will say is, be super safe, and get tested often. If you give me an STD, I’ll dump you on the spot and my father will murder you.” Gregg chuckled. “Got it. Be safe. Get tested.” “Oh, another rule. If you’re going to suggest a threesome, I have to approve the guy first and meet him with a proper date. Ideally several dates. Don’t surprise me with a ménage à trois, no one night stands, no anonymous hookups. If we’re going to try a three-way, I want to like the guy we fuck.” “So, you’d be up for a three-way?” “In theory,” I added reluctantly. “It’s not a fetish or my favorite thing. But, if the guy and I got along, I’d be down to give it a try.” “You are the best boyfriend,” Gregg said, kissing the back of my hand. “But,” I clarified, “lending muscles while fucking, that’s just a you and me thing. My instincts tell me that as few guys as possible should know about my skill. I already feel uncomfortable that four guys have learned about it in a handful of months.” “Reasonable. That is a fair rule.” “Thank you.” Gregg got a mischievous grin on his face. “But what if the third man in our three-way is Jonah?” 18 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted June 25, 2021 Author Share Posted June 25, 2021 Part 1 – The High School Hero Chapter 7 “Jonah wants a threesome?” “Jonah wants to fuck you. Or be fucked by you. Or both. I think he could be persuaded to join a three-way. Maybe. Let me work on him. The football season is almost over, and we will need something to fill our time.” And Gregg definitely worked his wonders on Jonah. He bought him lunch. He invited him over to hang with us. Jonah liked all the attention, but he seemed clueless as to Gregg’s intentions. “Don’t you guys want some alone time?” Jonah asked after an hour of just hanging out in my attic bedroom. “Three can be alone just as well as two,” Gregg replied quixotically. Jonah twisted up his face, unsure of Gregg’s meaning. The expression on his face highlighted all his freckles. It was endearing. The boy was cute. Not hot, like Gregg. It might be weird to call a solid wall of football player cute, but it was the most accurate adjective. “No,” Jonah clarified, “I mean, some alone time for the two of you to get down to bone town.” He had a way with words. “We get down to bone town plenty,” I said. “We make several trips a week.” “I could always make more trips,” Gregg said flirtatiously, putting his hand on the back of Jonah’s. Jonah pulled his hand back. “Dude! Your boyfriend is right here. I know you guys have some sort of open arrangement or whatever, but he’s right here. That’s just douchey.” “I misspoke,” Gregg corrected, taking my hand and putting both of our hands on the back of Jonah’s. “We could always make more trips.” “My parents are visiting relatives,” I said. “They’re out of the house until tomorrow night.” Jonah said nothing, but the changing colors of his face said everything. First, his face turned pink with anger, assuming we were playing some sort of trick on him. Then, when I nodded, confirming that we weren’t joking, Jonah’s face turned pale with the realization of what Gregg was proposing. Finally, when he’d fully thought through Gregg’s proposition, Jonah blushed so hard that his face turned practically purple. He withdrew his hand again. “You are bi, right?” I asked. “That wasn’t just something you said in the locker room?” “No, I’m bi. I joined the Gay/Straight Alliance and everything.” I hadn’t noticed him among all the new members. “Is it that you don’t find me attractive?” I continued. That question knocked Jonah’s knees out from under him. He began stumbling over his words. “No, you’re the adorablest guy I’ve ever saw. Even before I saw you hulk out. You’re why I know I’m bi.” Gregg put his hand to his chest. “Is it me, then? Do you not find me attractive?” Then he bounced his pecs one by one so they pulled his shirt tight. The vain display brought Jonah back to himself. “No, you’re hot. Pushy, but hot. Annoying, but hot. A little stuck up, but hot.” “Then what’s holding you back?” Gregg asked, interrupting Jonah’s list and ending the pec show. Jonah stood up and began pacing as though pacing would clear his thoughts. “I’ve been out of the closet for like two seconds. I’ve only ever been with women. I’ve never kissed a gay. Or dated a guy.” “But you have seen one completely naked,” Gregg said, trying to cheer him up. “Dude, he’s your boyfriend. Stop that.” Gregg burst into a chuckle. “I was talking about you, but, yeah, you’ve seen Gerry naked too.” Jonah turned to me, his eyes pleading. “Was this his idea? Is he forcing you into this?” “Yes, it was his idea. No, I am not being forced. I laid down ground rules. He followed all of them.” Jonah began backpedaling out of the room. “I’m barely ready for Intro to Bisexuality. This is Advanced Bisexual Calculus.” I approached him consolingly. “We asked. You said no. We’re still friends. All is well.” “I didn’t say no,” Jonah retorted. Gregg was instantly standing. “Really?” “I said not yet.” “Not to put too fine a point on it,” Gregg said, “but when do you think you’ll be ready?” “As far as I’m concerned, the order should be: go on a date with a guy, kiss a guy, go to bone town with a guy, then consider something more advanced.” Gregg’s face grew darkly gleeful. “I can make that all happen, Jonah, my boy. I can get you dated, kissed, and laid within a week. By three different guys if you want. You need only ask.” “See? Pushy!” Jonah turned to me. “This is what I’m talking about. You should hear him at football practice.” I didn’t need to; I’d heard him at the gym. So, I stepped in. “Gregg, Jonah gave us his answer. Respect it.” Then, I turned to Jonah. “On your own time. The invitation stands.” 21 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted June 25, 2021 Author Share Posted June 25, 2021 Part 1 - The High School Hero Chapter 8 Thus began Gregg’s quest to get Jonah a man. Or at least a male sex partner. Or, as Gregg put it, get Jonah to “lose his second virginity.” Even though he found them utterly boring, Gregg showed up to a Gay/Straight Alliance meeting, scouting the place for men for Jonah. The club wasn’t supposed to be a cruising spot, but a good number of the male members used it just for that. While the meeting was going on, I had to listen to Gregg and Jonah whispering. “How about Bradley?” Gregg asked, pointing to an extravagantly dressed senior with impeccably coiffed brown hair. “I can assure you he’s a good time.” “I don’t want your cast-offs,” Jonah replied. “Okay, but that eliminates my next three suggestions.” Gregg scanned the room for another suggestion until he saw Dennis. Dennis was a recent transfer. He had boy-band hair dyed an unnatural but intoxicating shade of magenta that flopped over his left eye. He was vampirically pale and had a lip ring. It was hard to tell what his physique was like because he always wore dress clothes several sizes too large for his body. He was quiet and reserved, keeping mostly to himself in an aloof, rather than shy, way. When he showed up at our school, a number of the girls immediately got a crush on him. He wasn’t my type, but I got the appeal. When he started showing up at the Alliance meetings, rumors began spreading, but as there were a large number of straight students in the club, no one was entirely sure. “Do you think he’s cute?” Gregg asked. “Kinda,” Jonah said. There was something behind his voice, but I couldn’t detect it. “The boy does nothing for me,” Gregg said, blunt as a bulldozer, “so I can guarantee he’s not a cast-off. And I’ve never kissed a guy with a lip ring, so you’ll be forging territory where I have never trod. He’s not even close to a cast-off.” “But is he into guys?” “Easily determined,” Gregg said. He stood up, cleared his throat so everyone in the crowded room could hear him, and then whipped off his shirt. In the mid-afternoon sun, his muscles were swathed in an orange glow. I could tell he’d worked out before coming to the meeting, too, because he had a nice pump in his chest and arms. About half the people in the room turned their heads away reflexively, some of them noticeably upset. About half the people in the room, myself included, stared intently, some of them noticeably lustful. “Thank you,” Gregg said, putting his shirt back on. “You can continue the meeting.” “What the fuck was that about?” Jonah asked in a loud whisper. “Dennis stared at my chest,” Gregg answered. “He’s into guys.” Jonah punched Gregg’s shoulder. As Gregg rubbed it, Jonah said, “We could have just asked him.” Gregg chuckled slyly, adding, “But then I would’ve kept my shirt on, and where’s the fun in that?” “There is a meeting going on,” I reminded them. “A really boring one,” Gregg said. “We’re discussing driving arrangements for a letter writing party. Let me repeat that: driving arrangements for a letter writing party. We’re not even discussing the party; we’re discussing carpools. And a letter writing party? That’s the worst kind of party. A baby shower would be more exciting.” “We’re trying to make some really important changes to school policy,” I said. I would’ve been more specific, but he would’ve just tuned me out. “The letters are a part of that.” Gregg flopped in his chair, utterly bored. “I understand why this club is important, but if I’m going to show up, the least you could do is entertain me.” “The meeting only started fifteen minutes ago,” I pointed out to him. “So, math tells us that there are 45 minutes left. Why don’t you go in the hallway and play something on your phone? You can help Jonah ask Dennis out when the meeting’s over.” “Thank you,” Gregg said, kissing my cheek. “I never would’ve made it.” With that, he forced his way out of the room and into the hallway. 50 minutes later (the meeting ran a little long), the room began to clear out. Through the crowd, Gregg guided his way in to where Jonah and I were standing, waiting for him. “You’re sweating,” I pointed out. “I got bored on my phone. Bradley and I had some fun in the janitor’s closet,” he admitted. I never even saw Bradley sneak out of the meeting. "You're too good for Gregg, Gerry,” Jonah said. “Nonsense,” Gregg responded. “I’m gregarious, adventurous, and virile, exactly what Gerry needs at this stage in his psychosexual development.” “I always forget that you’re super smart,” Jonah said. “I do my best to hide it,” Gregg crowed. Then, he pointed at a table that had a small handful of people at it—most noticeably Dennis. “He’s at a table surrounded by girls, and he doesn’t look happy about it. Now’s the time to strike.” “What do I say?” Gregg made a face of incredulity and said, “Hi, my name’s Jonah. You’re cute. Wanna fuck?” I slapped Gregg on the shoulder, scolding him. “Date first,” I reminded him. Gregg rolled his head in frustration and said, “Okay. ‘Hi, my name’s Jonah. You’re cute. Wanna date?’” Trying to be more helpful, I asked, “How do you normally ask girls out?” “Normally, I’d go up to her at a party and say, ‘Let’s get out of here.’” “So, go up to him and ask him to get out of here.” “That’s it?” “That’s it,” I responded. “Now, go get him!” Gregg barked like a football coach as he slapped Jonah on his ass and pushed him towards Dennis. Once Jonah was on the other side of the room, Gregg turned to me and said, “Honestly, he’s acting like a nervous high schooler.” “He is a nervous high schooler,” I pointed out. “What’s to be nervous about? Jonah’s popular. He’s on the football team. He’s cute. He’s built. He’s got a nice cock.” I looked at Gregg quizzically. “I checked him out in the locker room. I wanted to make sure he was worth having a three-way with." I turned to look at Jonah and Dennis. Dennis was leaning in, showing interest in everything Jonah was saying (we were too far away and the room was too crowded for us to hear), but Jonah looked like a nervous wreck. “He’s not even a virgin,” Gregg vented. “I’d understand it if he’d never had sex or had never asked anyone out before. They can be terrifying. But he’s done both.” “It’s the first time he’s ever asked a guy out. That’s a huge step.” “He’s not even all that into Dennis. So what if he gets rejected?” “You got nervous asking me out.” Gregg held up his hand and began counting on his fingers one by one. “I had just finally admitted to myself I’m gay, I’d never asked anyone out (girls always asked me), I was a virgin, and I was crushing on you so hard it hurt.” He put his hand back down. “Entirely different story.” After a beat, he added, “And I wasn’t nervous. I was anxious.” “Just cut him some…” I started, but Jonah came back. “What’d he say?” “We’re going out on Friday.” “Excellent,” Gregg said, rustling Jonah’s hair. “Now, can we stop acting like the cast of a teen girl movie?” We left the room as a group, and I caught Jonah looking back at Dennis. Within two weeks, Dennis and Jonah were a couple. Things just move quicker in high school. “He did this on purpose,” Gregg confided in me one afternoon when we were alone. His tone was sulky, and he looked like a little boy who’d had his bicycle stolen. “Did what?” “Got a boyfriend and went all monogamous.” “Be happy for him.” “He was supposed to just get his second v-card punched, then come back and become our third.” I shook my head in disbelief. “You wanted two boyfriends.” Gregg didn’t look embarrassed or guilty. “Can you blame a guy?” “You don’t even have feelings for Jonah.” “Not true. He’s my best friend. Has been since kindergarten.” “Do you have romantic feelings for him? Like you do for me?” Gregg shook his head. I pat his thigh and consoled him. “There, there. It must be hard having one boyfriend and a string of meaningless sexual conquests on the side when what you really wanted was a meaningless second boyfriend as a sexual plaything.” “When you say it like that, it makes me sound like a douche.” “When I say it like that, I’m describing reality.” Gregg laughed at himself and tackled me affectionately. About a month later, Jonah pulled me aside in the hallway at school, and said, “I’ve got a big favor to ask.” “Sure,” I said. “What is it?” Jonah gestured that we needed to find a place that was more private. “What do you want?” I asked, not wanting to be late for my next class. “It’s a Repository favor.” “Say no more,” I said, pulling him into the bathroom. As soon as it cleared, I wedged the door shut with the doorstop. Once we were securely alone, I asked again, “What is it?” “So,” Jonah said, stalling a bit, “you know Dennis.” “Your boyfriend. Yes. We’ve met. He’s nice. Not that talkative.” “He and I haven’t gone to bone town yet.” “Okay…” I said, unsure where he was going. “I mean, we’ve made out, and all that good stuff, but we haven’t had sex.” “I followed you. But what does this have to do with me being The Repository?” “He’s worried I’ll crush him.” Nonplussed, I just sat there silently. “In the last five years, he’s broken his arm twice and his leg once, but it was really bad. He says he breaks bones easily. And he can’t weigh more than 120. Maybe 130. I’m about 200. A little bit more. I’m not as cut as Gregg, but I’m a big guy, and he’s worried I’ll crush him.” “He could be on top.” “We discussed that. He’s also afraid of me rolling over and crushing him if we sleep next to each other.” “Is this a reasonable fear, or is he making a mountain out of a molehill?” “Doesn’t matter. I promised him that as soon as football season was over, I’d slim down some, and then we could be together.” “Football season ended already. Gregg suddenly has a lot more free time.” “And if Dennis and I have a real future as a couple, I’ll slim down for real. But if we’re not a good fit in bed…” “I get it,” I said, filling in the blanks. “It’s just, I worked hard for my muscles, and I like being a big guy. If Dennis is worth it…” He trailed off. “I don’t even know if I’ll like sex with guys as much as I like it with girls. It seems more complicated. More moving parts.” Brushing that aside, I asked, “How much did you tell him you’d lose?” “40 pounds.” “That’s a lot!” “He wanted me to lose 60, I was willing to do 20. 40 was the halfway point.” “He’s seen you at school. He has to know you haven’t lost 40 pounds.” “Ah, see, that’s where lying helps! I told him that I was dressing to look big so my friends didn’t give me shit.” “And he bought it?” “He will until I take off my shirt and sees I’m still a beefcake.” I looked at him with mild disapproval. “I’ve already put myself on a diet and exercise regimen to lose some fat. I have lost five pounds already. I’m not chubby, but I’m doing it even though it means I’ll lose some power. And again, if Dennis and I are a forever thing, then I’ll lose the mass for real. I just… want to know it’s worth it before I make a long-term commitment like that.” “So, when do you want to make a deposit?” “Friday night. He invited me over his house. His parents are going to some fancy party, and they won’t be home ‘til two or three in the morning.” “What time are you going over to his house?” “About 6, maybe 6:30. He’s going to call me when his parents leave.” “Okay. I’m in.” “Really? You’ll help me lie to my boyfriend?” “Hey, I have a date with Gregg that night too. This’ll be fun.” 21 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post TQuintA Posted June 25, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 25, 2021 Part 1 – The High School Hero Chapter 9 I spent the week preparing for our big date. I bought all the supplies, made all the calls. And, without him noticing, I borrowed an outfit from Gregg’s closet—I was going to need it if my plan was going to work. Usually, Gregg picked me up when we went out for a date, but I told him I’d pick him up this time. At 6:30, I showed up at his door dressed in the outfit I had borrowed. I was head to toe in black: silky black button-down, crisply pressed black dress pants, black belt, shiny black dress shoes. I happened to know that this was Gregg’s favorite outfit—he wore it to impress. It was a bit monochromatic for my tastes, but I was doing this for him. “Is this some sort of game?” he asked, surprised and unable to suppress a smile. “I spent hours looking for that shirt. You look ridiculous in my clothes.” Gregg was wearing his second favorite dress shirt in a deep navy with a matching tie and tan dress pants. His hair was slicked back and gelled in place. He looked suave and dapper. I’d told him to dress up. I pulled out a small gift from my pocket and handed it to him. “I didn’t think you were the sort of guy who’d like a boyfriend giving him a rose, so…” He opened package. Inside was a Joe Rose football card from his days with the Miami Dolphins. Gregg’s smile reflexively broadened. “This is both goofy and romantic.” “Just what I was going for,” I responded. I checked to make sure his dad’s car wasn’t in the garage—his dad usually didn’t get home until 8 on Fridays, but I wanted to make doubly sure. Seeing the coast was clear, I asked, “Can I come in for a few minutes? Before we go out?” “Sure,” he said, opening the door wide for me. I stepped into his living room, closed the door behind me, and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed Jonah, and put it on speaker. “We ready?” Jonah asked. “Ready and raring,” I answered. “What’s going on?” Gregg sputtered. Jonah interrupted, saying, “You can borrow 40 pounds.” “You can do it over the phone?” Gregg nearly shouted. “I just need verbal consent,” I said matter-of-factly. “As long as I hear him…” Gregg didn’t let me finish my sentence. “Oh, this opens up a whole new world of possibilities.” “Enjoy your night,” I said to Jonah. “You too,” Jonah said, nearly snickering. As soon as I hung up, I felt it hit me. This time, it seemed to start in my shoulders, and I felt them spreading wider, filling the shirt better, pulling it out towards its normal dimensions. Soon after my shoulders, my arms started to fill the sleeves more fully. The pants no longer draped off me; it looked like there were legs inside them. On top of that revelation, the front of the shirt pooched out as my pecs filled the space inside it. As my muscles enlarged and I grew larger, the clothes grew smaller. I was going to end up just a little bit bigger than Gregg usually was. My arms stretched the sleeves just a little, my shoulders pulled at the hems just a little, and the front crested out nicely. Similarly, my ass filled out the seat more fully, my quads pushed the cloth to their full shape, rounding out to show the size of the legs within them. And there I was: a muscular stud in clothes meant for a very slightly smaller muscular stud. He launched himself at me, dropping his football card. His hands felt up my pecs, biceps, ass, back, abs, thighs. “You look fucking hot,” Gregg said. “And you feel even hotter. I’m not used to seeing the clothes stretch out like that in real time. Is this what I look like in that outfit? ‘Cause if so, I’m fucking hot.” “I had to roll up the sleeves and the pant legs a skosh,” I confessed. “You’re still taller than me. And I’m pretty sure I’ve got five or ten pounds on you. Depends on how much you bulked up since the end of football season.” “Yeah, but since I am taller than you, you’re more built than me.” “True enough,” I said, flexing my bicep, testing the limits of the sleeve to hold me. “Does this mean that I get to go out with my boyfriend all buff?” Gregg asked. “Yes. I have the whole night planned. I don’t want to go anywhere I might be recognized, so I got us some reservations at a French restaurant half an hour outside of town. It’s a little walk away from a movie theater, and there’s a park we can go to afterwards.” “That sounds pricy.” “I’m paying for everything tonight. I can’t do this every time we go out, but I’ve been saving up so I could do something special for you, and this feels special.” He looked truly blown away. “You’re going to look like that all night?” “All night,” I said, bouncing my pecs and flexing my thighs. “And Jonah’s cool with this?” “It was Jonah’s idea.” I could see Gregg had a million more questions, but he just beamed brightly and said, “It’s a gift horse. As far as I’m concerned, it doesn’t even have a mouth.” I bent over to pick up his football card, giving Gregg a good show of my muscular ass stretching his pants, and handed his card back to him. “Thank you,” he cooed. With that, I opened the door for him, took his arm in mine, and escorted him to my car. I opened this door for him too, helped him in, and closed the door for him. When I got into the car, he was looking down at his card, a little pale. “You are one romantic little son of a bitch, Gerry.” “Correction,” I said, tightening my pecs and bis to bulge to their fullest. “Tonight, I’m one romantic big son of a bitch.” I had to adjust my steering wheel because there was just more of me in my seat, especially my ass pushing me farther forward than I was used to. And the seatbelt straining over my pecs was a new thrill too. I wondered if this is what Gregg felt like whenever he drove me somewhere. If so, I understood why he always wanted to drive. On the drive to the restaurant, Gregg had trouble keeping his hand off my thigh. He just kept stroking it up and down, squeezing it, feeling its density and strength. “Do my thighs feel like this?” “Sorta. Jonah keeps more of his power in his thighs than you do, so his are a little denser. Not as dense as Xavier’s, but...” Gregg kissed me, effectively silencing me. I almost swerved I was so surprised. “I would like to get there in one piece,” I said. “Right, sorry,” he said and let me go. But in five seconds his hand was right back on my thigh. As we drove, conversation was easy and pleasant. I’d prepared some romantic music for us to listen to in case conversation stalled, but I didn’t need it. About fifteen minutes into the drive, his hand had found itself all the way up my thigh and was practically resting in my crotch. My dick, happy for the company, hardened in response. For the next minute, Gregg stroked that instead of my thigh. “I love the attention,” I said, “but I am driving.” “Right, sorry,” he said again, moving his hand away from my crotch, but leaving it on my thigh. That did my hard cock no favors, so I took his hand in mine and put it in his lap. “Right, sorry,” he said for the third time. “I just want to keep touching you.” I squeezed his hand and then returned mine to the steering wheel. “All in due time.” At the restaurant, I held open his car door for him yet again, and he chuckled at the attention. The maître d’ greeted us with a smile, “Reservation?” “Party of two,” I said, “under the name Vaughn.” “Right this way, Messrs. Vaughn.” “Messrs. Vaughn?” Gregg asked in a whisper. “I may have told them we were newlyweds to get some extra fancy.” “Naughty boy,” Gregg said, pinching my firm ass surreptitiously. The maître d’ escorted us to our table, Gregg’s arm wrapped around mine the whole time. Our table was small and intimate, tucked in the back corner, and the waitstaff started to serve us. I don’t know if it was because we were so young, or because the place was so fancy, or because they thought we were newlyweds, but the staff treated us obsequiously well. When I pointed it out to Gregg, he said, “It’s because we’re two hot studs. Our waiter can’t take his eyes off you. I can’t either.” “Funny,” I said. “I can’t take my eyes off you.” The dinner went smoothly. Gregg even used a fake ID I didn’t know he had to get us some champagne. The waiter was momentarily confused that Gregg’s ID said his name was Gregg Conner, not Gregg Vaughn, but Gregg just assured him that the name change paperwork hadn’t gone through yet. “I’m in no rush,” he improvised, “I’m going to be Mr. Gregg Vaughn for the rest of my life,” he said, kissing my hand. After dinner, I wrapped my arm around Gregg’s back and held him close to me as we walked to the movie theater. I was surprised how much of the sidewalk I took up at this size. Taking a walk while muscular was an erotic charge. Feeling the weight of my pecs bounce, feeling my legs bump into each other, feeling my ass waggle as I strolled. I could see why Gregg liked being big so much. “You are so warm,” he said. “And you smell so good.” “Yeah, I, uh, bought some cologne. I’m glad you like it.” “What’s it called?” he asked. “I’m gonna get some of this for myself.” “I don’t know,” I admitted. “I was shopping blind, so I went to one of those fancy perfume stores at the mall and just trusted the woman behind the counter. She asked if I was looking for a gift for my mother or my girlfriend. I asked her to pick a cologne my football-playing boyfriend would like me to wear.” Gregg chuckled, and we continued our walk. About halfway there, Gregg announced, “Feeling my back muscles press up against your chest muscles is incredibly arousing. Are you sure I can’t talk you into weightlifting again? Muscular you is a smokeshow.” “Thank you, kind sir, but these are not mine.” Gregg sighed and leaned further into me. When we got to the theater, he almost looked disappointed that our walk was ending. “We’re not going to see some sappy romance movie, are we?” he asked. “The romantic dinner was fantastic, but let’s not overdo it.” “Nothing of the sort,” I said, pulling out two tickets from my pocket. “I got us two tickets for a mindless slasher horror flick.” Gregg turned white and stopped walking. “Why would you bring me to a scary movie?” He dropped the volume of his voice, “I’m a big baby chicken when it comes to horror movies. You know that, and you know how embarrassed I am by that. Can we switch to a different movie?” “The armrests in this theater can be raised up, turning two seats into one.” I squeezed him close to me. “I plan on holding you like this for the whole movie. If you get too scared, you can hide in my big, protective, muscular chest.” A half-smile curled his lips. “Alright, you convinced me,” he said. We sat in our chairs, and Gregg immediately cozied into the crook of my arm, leaning his head on my shoulder. And when the axe-murderer on screen went on a rampage, he turned around, held me tight, and buried his face between my pecs. He spent the second half of the movie with his arms around my shoulders, clutching me tight, his face pressing into my protruding chest, only occasionally peeking at the screen to see if it was safe. The few times he actually saw something gruesome, he held me even tighter. When we left the theater, Gregg’s knees were shaking a little as we made our way to the park. “I think I just learned to like scary movies,” he admitted. By the time we got to the park, all the stars were out, and the moon made the night clear and fine. At the center of a park was a lake. We strode around it once, looking up at the stars in pleasant silence. Once we’d walked all the way around, I found a clear, grassy spot by the lake. I laid down on the ground, and Gregg laid on top of me, his head on my chest. “You know, you’ve treated me like a girl this whole night. The Rose, opening doors for me, the fancy dinner, holding me during the movie, the starlight walk around the lake.” “Too girly for you?” “On the contrary. I get it. I get the appeal now. Of course, I would have also equally enjoyed a bucket of fried chicken and some mindless, intense fucking.” “I don’t have any friend chicken, but who says we have to choose between romance and intense fucking?” Gregg sat up. “Pardon?” “I did my research. This park is a cruising spot. There is a cluster of trees and bushes over there," I pointed, “where likeminded gay fellows…” Gregg had me on my feet and walking to the trees before I could finish the thought. “Please tell me you brough protection?” he asked as we walked. “Of course, I did. The plan was to end the night fucking under the stars.” When we got to the trees, Gregg practically attacked me. We tumbled to the ground, and he stripped us both naked. In the starry moonlight, Gregg’s chest glowed luminously, and his blonde hair blazed into a halo around his face. He covered me with kisses, and I could feel his burgeoning stubble graze my cheeks, chin, chest—everywhere he kissed me. He was so overtaken with passion that I just lay back and let him satisfy himself with me, the whole time staring at his beautiful body. He must have been on edge for most of the evening because, when he came, he came quickly. As he orgasmed, he flipped us over so I was on top. He grabbed my chest, stroking it, feeling the fine sprinkling of hair on my chest. “Your turn,” he said, still panting from his orgasm. When I entered him, I could feel his body tense up, waiting me to plow him into the ground. Not wanting to disappoint my audience, I began jackhammering away, using every ounce of my strength to overpower my muscular lover with my newly even-more-muscular one. I held his shoulders into the grass, and he was in rapture. I loved the feeling of being inside him. He was tight and hot around my cock, and his ass welcomed me and urged me to further explorations. When I came, I saw an entirely different set of stars. We re-dressed as well as we could, but everyone who saw us as we walked back to the car knew exactly what we had done, especially since Gregg’s hair was now a mess. Before we left the park, we encountered a police officer who looked like he was going to stop and hassle us, but Gregg just said, “It’s okay officer. We’re married.” That somehow took the wind out of the cop’s sails, and we made it back to the car without further incident. The drive back home was quiet and serene. Gregg smiled the whole time, saying nothing. I’d never heard him be quiet this long. I must’ve done something right. When we got back to his house, I stopped the car, and Gregg leaned over to kiss me. “I’d love to let you open the door for me, but I suspect my dad is wondering where his son is, and I don’t want him to catch you all jacked, and disheveled, and smelling of cologne and outdoor sex.” “How considerate.” “If you talk to Jonah again tonight, tell him thank you from me, that I hope he is fiendishly happy with Dennis, and that, as far as I’m concerned, he can use The Repository whenever he wants.” “I’ll give him the message.” “One last fondle,” Gregg said, kissing me and leaning into my chest to feel up my pecs. “Goodnight.” He kissed me on the cheek again, and then he was out of the car. 36 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
darkluster4 Posted June 28, 2021 Share Posted June 28, 2021 Personally, I hope the Jonah's date went horribly, cuz otherwise he's going to drop all of his bulk. As much as I wish Jonah the best, I would love to see him have a breakup, and bulk up even bigger. That way there will be plenty more muscle to share. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted June 29, 2021 Author Share Posted June 29, 2021 Part 1 – The High School Hero Chapter 10 Jonah called me at three in the morning, thoroughly unsatisfied with his evening. “There was no chemistry whatsoever. He was so worried about hurting himself that even though I’ve now technically had sex with a man, I still feel like I haven’t.” “You won’t be dropping those pounds, then?” “Nah,” Jonah said. “In fact, we broke up tonight before I came home. He broke up with me before I had the chance to break up with him.” “Bummer,” I said. “You need to talk about it?” “Nah,” Jonah repeated. “You have a good night?” he asked. “Yes, I did,” I sighed. “Oh, you can have your muscle back.” As I felt my muscle deflate back to normal, I could hear Jonah grunt and groan, and I also heard a surprisingly loud pop. “Should’ve given me a heads up, man. I was in a pair of skinny jeans.” “Sorry.” “It’s okay. I was never going to fit in these again anyways. I don’t really care that I blew out the ass.” I chuckled at the mental image, and wished him a good night. The next morning, I relayed the info to Gregg, and he couldn’t have smiled any broader than he already was. “When’s the threesome?” he asked. “Gregg,” I admonished, “he just broke up with his first boyfriend. Give him a mourning period.” “Yeah, of course, yeah. Due time and all of that. I’m thinking logistics. If we do it at my place, we only have to wait for one parent to not be home.” “He might not even want to do it anymore,” I reminded him. “I hope I’m not betraying any confidences, but his first time with a guy was not good.” “All the more reason to do it right,” Gregg countered. “I’ll work on him.” It was pointless to keep arguing, so I stopped. Ten days later, Jonah and I found ourselves at Gregg’s house in the evening. It was the day before Thanksgiving break, a Tuesday, and we’d gotten permission to stay over his house, fully neglecting to tell our folks that his dad was out of town until Thursday morning (Thanksgiving proper). I was impressed that Gregg waited until after dinner to start pressuring Jonah into the three-way. However, as soon as we sat down on the floor of his bedroom, the sales pitch began. “Jonah,” he said with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, “we’ve got the place to ourselves, you’re no longer a man-virgin, and you have no romantic shackles preventing you from hooking up with another man. You want to fool around with Gerry and me?” Jonah shook his head. “I figured that’s why you asked me over, but I am going to say no thank you. If sex with Dennis was any indication, I prefer sex with girls.” Gregg screwed his face up into a look of confusion. “If you think you prefer sex with girls, you haven’t done sex with men right. Once you’ve had a good and proper pounding, there is no way that could be the case.” “I’m bi,” Jonah insisted. “Not gay.” “Sure, sure,” Gregg said. “That wasn’t my point. They should be equally but differently awesome. There are things you can do with a guy you can’t do with a girl, and vice versa.” “I just broke up with Dennis, and I know it wasn’t a long relationship or anything, but it was my first with a guy.” “What good’s a break-up without a rebound?” “Not so soon after the break-up, please? I don’t want Dennis finding out and getting hurt.” “Dennis doesn’t have to find out.” The words seeped out of Gregg. Jonah laughed. “You? Not bragging about sex? Please.” “He’s got a point, Gregg,” I added. “That’s practically the whole reason you came out: to brag about having sex with men.” Jonah stood up and moved towards his bag. “Look, I’m down for hanging out this evening, but if it’s just going to be you pressuring me for the whole night, I’ll go home.” Gregg stood up and walked over to Jonah. Almost hostilely, he said, “I thought you wanted this?” “Jonah gave his answer,” I said, getting up and moving in between the two of them.” Gregg moved me out of the way. He got up really close to Jonah and whispered in his ear. “Stop pushing, Gregg,” I said while he whispered. While Gregg whispered in Jonah’s ear, Jonah nodded attentively. After what felt like forever, Gregg finally stopped whispering. Jonah looked at me and said, “I’m in.” I looked back and forth between the two of them. “What changed your mind?” “I might have done some harmless bragging over your prowess and cocksmanship.” I narrowed my eyes. “No, really. What changed your mind?” “Basic math,” Gregg said. “I’m gonna need more,” I responded. “30 pounds from me leaves me a skinny, lessened 160. 30 pounds from Jonah leaves him a small, but bigger than me, 170. 60 pounds to you makes you 220, 50 pounds bigger than either of us.” “Ambitious, are we?” I asked. “But it couldn’t have taken you that long to explain that to Jonah.” Gregg continued, “True. There’s more to the plan. But it might not pan out.” I raised my eyebrows questioningly, indicating he should continue. Gregg explained, “We lie to Buddy, get him to lend you another ten. Xavier’s currently grounded, so I know he’s home, too. But, I doubt he’ll lend you any muscles ever again. But lovable Buddy? He’s at home working on a history paper that he should’ve turned in yesterday. What does he need those ten pounds for?” “It’ll never work,” I said. “The Solomon brothers aren’t big fans of me.” “Gerry, have you learned nothing about me? I’ll coax him into it. Now give me your phone. I forgot mine in my car.” I thought about it for a second and then decided it couldn’t hurt to try. “Let me call him and find out,” I said, taking my phone off Gregg’s nightstand. Elated that the plan was moving forward, Gregg ripped the phone out of my hands, preventing me from making the call like I wanted. “Hey, Buddy. Gerry’s staying over my house, and my dad has asked me to tear down this old shed before we can go out. Can you lend Gerry 15 or 20 pounds so we can power through this really quickly? We’ve got tickets to a concert, and there’s no way we can finish in time without The Repository doing double duty.” I started to protest, but Gregg covered my mouth. Jonah smiled widely. “Yeah, Jonah’s already lending him 30.” Gregg paused while Buddy thought about it. “I know it’s a big ask. But I also know you’re working on a history paper for Mr. Stewart’s history class. A paper that’s already late and that you’re probably going to fail, landing you in summer school. I also know Gerry had him last year and aced that class.” I grabbed the phone from Gregg. “I won’t write the essay for you, but I’ll help you write it.” Gregg took the phone back, covered the mouthpiece, and whispered so only I could hear him, “You’ll talk him out of lending more.” Then, he put the phone up to his face and said to Buddy, “What do you say?” Gregg nodded approvingly. “Anything I can throw in to make that 25 or 30?” Jonah’s jaw dropped. “I do know Claudia.” Another pause. “I will gladly be your wingman.” Another pause. “Gay guys make the best wingmen.” Another pause. “We never steal your women.” Another pause, and then Gregg tossed the phone to me. “He’s in for 30.” I held the phone up to my ear and heard Buddy say, over the phone. “You can borrow 30 pounds.” “You can borrow 30 from me,” Gregg said as I hung up. “And another 30 from me,” Jonah chimed in. Basic math. 160 pounds of me. Plus 30. Plus 30. 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