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You can find BBMikeNJ's stories in the current iteration of the forum by looking here:

https://musclegrowth.net/profile/3125-bbmikenj/content/?type=forums_topic&change_section=1

Ditto, you can find his earlier stories in the pre-2007 Archive by searching the Author Index for BBMSN.

https://archive2007.musclegrowth.net/index-byauthor.html

There are a good couple dozen stories that aren't in either place. As time permits (and I'm retired, so a project like this one is right up my alley) I will be re-posting them here (Mike has kindly granted me permission to do so!) -- RPJ

Barista Muscle

 

The Starbucks down the street from my apartment wasn't the one I usually went to because it was the opposite direction from how I went to work. But one day when I was off from work, I stopped in. I was glad I did, too, because the kid working the register was a jacked up 5'8" muscle-head. The short sleeves of his black Starbucks polo were pushed up to his delts by his bulging arm muscles. As I placed my order, I realized that I recognized him.

"Didn't you used to work the front desk at the Gold's Gym on 2nd Avenue?" I asked him after I placed my order.

"Yeah, I did," he answered with a big smile. The kid was very good looking on top of being thick with muscle, and I say kid because I didn't think he was any older than 20 or 21.

"You've gotten...bigger," I said.

He laughed, and said, "Yeah, about 40 pounds bigger since I worked there. Your name's Frank, right?"

"Yeah," I said, a little surprised that he'd remember my name.

"Nick," he said, reaching his hand across the counter. We shook hands, and I was surprised at how big and thick his hand felt. "I was only 180lbs when I worked at Gold's, now I'm around 225. But I was only 19 then."

It didn't seem like it'd been long since he worked there. "How old are you now?" I asked.

"Twenty."

"You've gained 45lbs in a year?"

"Yeah," he said with another big smile. His pecs flexed and made the straps of his green apron bounce up and down. "The size is coming on real easy. See?" He flexed his left arm, and a huge peak rose up and pushed his sleeve back even higher.

"My god, Nick."

"Yeah, I know, right? Over 19" now. Makes me want even more." He looked at his peak, and with a twist of his fist, made the peak pop out even higher, and his biceps split deepened across the top like a winding mountain road.

"Fuck," I said.

"It's crazy, right? And check out the veinage." He straightened his arm out toward me, then turned his hand palm up, and showed me the bottom of his forearm. "I haven't even worked out yet today, you should see it then," he said as he clenched his fist over and over, making an entire network of veins pulse up under his skin. "Touch it," he said

I had to lean against the counter to keep my knees from buckling. Then I reached out my hand and ran it across the bumpy "veinage" of his bowling pin shaped forearm.

"You like that, Frank?" I shook my head yes. "Yeah, I thought so, I could see it in your face. Even at Gold's, I could tell you were into it, and I was just a punk then." He pulled his arm back and flared out his big shoulders. "Not everyone gets it. But just wait. I'm bulking up now, want to hit 260 before I cut back."

By now, there was a short line of people behind me. "I better go," I said, and as I turned to leave, Nick said, "Don't you want your order?"

"Oh...yeah," I said, turning back to grab my latte. "Almost forgot."

He leaned across the counter as he handed me my drink. "You are into it, aren't you, man?" he said. Then he winked at me. "Just wait."

I walked out of the store, turned towards my apartment. I had to lean against the building next to Starbucks. I surreptitiously adjust myself in my pants. I was going to be coming to this store a lot more often. I had to see Nick hit 260 bulked. Maybe I could convince him to go for 280 plus.

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I didn't get back to the Starbucks as often as I'd have liked, what with work and all, and even when I did go, Nick wasn't always there. His schedule was erratic, since he was also taking some college courses during the day. So it was a pleasant surprise one day when I stopped in, to see him there, wiping down the counters, his big horseshoe triceps bulging out with every swipe of his towel.

"Hey, Frank!" he said with a big grin. "Long time, no see. I was hoping you'd stop by soon. You notice anything different about me?" I looked him up and down as he stood there squaring off his big shoulders. He'd definitely put on some size, but it wasn't until I looked up toward his head that I noticed the biggest change.

"Man...your neck...it's gotten so thick," I said.

He laughed and said, "I knew you'd pick up on it. They got a new neck machine at the gym, and I've been using it every day. I know you're not supposed to train the same body part every day, but I've added 2 inches to my neck, so I figured what the heck. Went from a 17 to a 19. Bet I can get to 20 inches soon. And it's even hitting my traps too, check it out." Nick reached up and pulled the collar of his black polo away from his neck and then flex up the left side of his traps. The muscle thickened up and rose, merging with the back of his thick neck. "Bet my traps are 2 inches thicker than the last time you saw me, too. Feels so good. Touch it." He reached down and grabbed my hand and shoved it up under his collar and against his trap muscle. It felt like a rounded piece of marble. He ran my hand up to the side of his neck. "Feel how big it's gettin'?" he said. The column-like muscle of his neck was as hard as the countertop I was leaning up against for support. My skin was flushing with heat, like I'd taken too much niacin. "Weighed in at 233 this morning, man, will be hitting 240 soon," he said.

I pulled my hand free and off his big neck, dizzy with muscle lust. I noticed some of the customers nodding over in our direction, and I had to do something to keep from sprouting full on wood right here in Starbucks. "That reminds me, Nick," I said, changing the subject, "I was ordering some protein powder online the other night, and they were having a 2-for-1 sale, so I ordered a bag for you."

"You did? How cool is that...I mean, you didn't have to do that, man, but I could really use it. My supps have been cutting into my budget big time."

"Well, next time I come in, I'll bring it with me."

"You don't have to do that either, Frank. Don't you live around here?"

"Yeah, not too far."

"I'll stop by after I get out of work tonight, if that's cool with you."

"Sure, that'd be fine," I said, as if that wasn't my hope all along. I wrote down my address and gave it to him.

"Excellent. See you around 6:15?"

"Great." I left the store. No coffee. Nothing. Didn't care. Couldn't think of anything all day except Nick's muscle-head body stepping thru my doorway. I even left work early to make sure I didn't miss him. Was a big mistake, because I got home at 4 with nothing to do but wait. I drank a Red Bull and cleaned my whole apartment. Still had some time to kill, so I got online and checked out the site I'd gotten the protein powder from. Stuff was called MassMeister. Made in Thailand. Hmm, hadn't noticed that before. Well, at least it wasn't China. I'd gotten a 30lb bag for Nick. I figured that would last him awhile. I started edging to the thought of him packing on the whole 30 pounds as muscle. That would put him at 266 lbs. I pictured him being ripped up, with a tight yet rounded out 6-pack. Legs like Branch Warren's. Twenty-three inch neck.

I was leaking pretty good when I looked at the clock and realized it was 6:05. "Fuck," I said to myself, then shook myself down and buttoned my pants back on. I was just about back to normal when my buzzer went off. I buzzed Nick in, and tried to compose myself. I opened up my door and looked down the hallway as Nick made his way to my third floor walkup. He still had on his black polo shirt, but minus the apron. He had a gym bag slung over his shoulder. He looked even bigger in my small hallway than he did at the Starbucks.

"Hey, man," he said when he saw me at my door.

"Hey, Nick, come on in."

He stepped inside and put down his gym bag. He looked around and said, "Nice place. Smells clean."

I laughed and said "Thanks. Let me get your protein. Do you want to try it before you decide if you want to take it?"

"You're using it too?"

"Yeah, started on my bag about 2 weeks ago. I'll tell you, maybe it's placebo effect or something, but I swear I already feel a difference. I've gained about 5lbs, and lost an inch off my waistline."

"You know, I was going to say, you look jacked, man." I got a flush of pride from having a muscle-head like Nick tell me I looked jacked.

"Thanks. Here, let me get you some." I went into the kitchen and got out a big glass. I filled it with water, then added some of the protein powder. I mixed it up and handed it to Nick. "It's not like any shake I've ever had. It mixes instantly and is pretty much tasteless."

Nick took the glass from me and chugged the whole thing down. He put the glass down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're right, tastes like mineral water or something. No lumps at all. That's awesome."

"And, I'm getting more veins, too. Not like yours, but I've got them showing across my upper chest."

"Let me see," said Nick.

"What?"

"Take off your shirt, I wanna see."

I hesitated, but only for a second, then I peeled my shirt off.

"Dude, you are definitely looking jacked. And I see the veins, too, running right along here," and he reached out and ran his finger across my upper chest. “Let me show you mine," he said, and he started pulling his shirt off, but got stuck halfway up. "Help me pull this up over my head, man. Starbucks only makes there up to XXL, and it's tight as hell on me."

I went up to him and grabbed the bottom of his shirt as he raised his arms up over his head. I pulled the shirt up over his lats, which jutted out so far, it was like peeling off shrink wrap. He had to lean over so I could pull the shirt up and over his arms. Then he stood upright. It was hard to believe, as big as he looked in the shirt, that he looked so much bigger without it. So thickly packed with muscle. A tank.

I tried to remain calm. "Did you just shave down recently?" I asked him, because his skin was completely smooth over his muscular torso.

"Yeah," he said, "First time I've done my whole body. Felt weird at first, but now I'm liking it. Really shows off the muscle." I saw him looking at himself in the mirror on my kitchen wall. "Hey, speaking of which, you want to help me with something?"

"Sure," I said...anything.

"I couldn't reach the back of my quads to shave them down good, and my girlfriend wouldn't help me."

Girlfriend. That pretty much threw a wet blanket on the dozens of fantasies I had running through my head. "Why wouldn't she do it?" I asked.

"She's kinda prissy about it, and didn't even like that I was shaving my body. You mind?"

He was already sitting at my kitchen table, taking off his sneakers. Then he stood up, undid his pants, pulled them down, and stepped out of them.

"Holy shit, Nick," I said, grabbing a kitchen chair and sitting down, "your legs are huge!"

"I know, man, they respond so fast. I taped them out at 30 inches the other day after squats. Manager at the gym says I could go pro with legs like this." He looked down at his left leg, then flexed it. The muscle exploded out all over his quad. Then he lifted his foot up and flexed his lower leg. "Calves are coming up real quick, too." His calf muscle balled up and popped outward, covered with splits and veins. "Let me get the gel I like to use for shaving down," he said, and waddled out of my kitchen toward his gym bag, his glutes rolling in his tight white briefs. His huge back barely made it thru the doorway. He came back with a bottle of aloe vera gel. "Where's your shower?" he asked. I pointed down the hallway. "You okay?" he asked me.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered. The kid was either totally naive, or the biggest tease on the planet.

"Come on, Frank, this will only take a second."

I got up and led him to my bathroom. He stepped into the shower stall and handed me the gel. "Just spread a little on the back of both my legs. Shaves down so smooth." I took the bottle and put some gel in the palm of my hand, then rubbed it onto his skin. His leg muscles were hard as granite. I covered the narrow strips of hair that he'd missed on both legs. Then I grabbed my Mach 3 and started shaving. I was lightheaded with lust for him, but I kept shaving, and rinsing the razor off in the sink. He was right, it didn't take long, and when I was done, I toweled off the back of his legs. "You get it all?" he asked. I rubbed my hand up and down the back of his leg. He was right about how smooth the gel made his skin. It was like satin. He bent his leg at the knee, raising his lower leg up. "Check out how big my hamstrings are getting," he said, and his hamstrings popped out like ship ropes.

I stood up and leaned against the shower door. "Nick, I can't. I can't take it."

"What's the matter, man, you don't like this muscle?" he asked, turning to face me.

"It's too much. I can't handle it."

"Can you handle this?" he said, as he leaned in and kissed me right on the mouth. Taken my surprise, I tried to back off, but he pinned me up against the shower wall. We kissed until our hard-ons were pressing into each other. Then he pulled away, pulled off his briefs, freeing his swelling cock. "I been wanting to do that for a while," he said.

"What about your girlfriend?"

"I'll dump her." Then he stroked himself harder. "Besides, she gives shitty bj's. And I need to bust one out 3, 4 times a day. You wanna try?"

"That all you want me for? A good bj?"

"Maybe," he said with a grin. "This all you want me for?" and he flexed his arm in my face.

"Maybe," I said, as my cock stiffened.

He raised his peak to his mouth and licked it. "I don't blame you. And just wait. Gonna get so huge for you." Then he leaned in and kissed me again. I could taste the salty biceps sweat on his lips. I ran my hands around his thick bull neck and groped the muscles of his upper back. Hard dense muscle, making me rage. This time, I was the one who broke the kiss. "How big you gonna get?" I asked him. "Freak mass monster big, dude," he said. "Then I'll give you the best blow job you ever had," I said. It was the least I could do for my growing barista muscle-head.

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Almost a month had gone by since I'd seen Nick. I'd been out of town for business for two of those weeks, and then every time I stopped by the Starbucks, he wasn't there. I was kicking myself for not exchanging numbers the last time I saw him, but part of me enjoyed the anticipation of catching him hit or miss at work. Finally, though, as I sat at a table at the Starbucks one morning, I asked a young female employee when Nick worked. I was stunned when she told me he'd been fired.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well," she said, looking around the shop, "I shouldn't say this, but I think the other guys who worked here got him fired."

"Why?"

"Because they're a bunch of sissies, if you ask me. I heard them complaining to the manager than every time they'd bump into him behind the counter, they'd get bruised up." She laughed, then said, "and that part is probably true. Nick had gotten so big. I mean like huge big. I saw him bump into the manager once, and it sent him stumbling back against the register like a pin ball. He said Nick made it an unsafe workplace. I think they were all just jealous of all his muscles. Anyway, he seemed ok with it, cause he told me he'd gotten a job as a bouncer at a club downtown."

"Do you know which club?"

"He told me, but I can't remember the name. Hey, is your name Frank?"

"Yes."

She reached into her apron pocket and fished around. "He told me to give this to you if you came in looking for him." She pulled out a paper napkin and gave it to me. It had a cell phone number on it.

"Thanks," I said, feeling a huge sense of relief.

"Don't mention it. Now I better get back to work before these guys get me fired!"

She walked away, and I pulled out my phone and sent Nick a simple "hey man" text. It only took a minute for him to respond, "hey, come to your place, i just pulled up, parked out front. u got to see this."

I got up and headed back to my place as fast as I could without looking like I was fleeing from the law. As I got close to my building, I saw a Cadillac Escalade flash its headlights. I saw Nick behind the wheel, and as I got closer, he leaned over and opened the passenger side door.

"Get in," he said. He had on a black sweatshirt and sweat pants. His voice was about an octave lower than the last time I saw him. I climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door. I looked him over. The girl at Starbucks was right, he'd gotten huge big. Densely packed, like a black hole, pulling me into him.

"Nick, geezus..." I said.

"I know, dude, it's intense, right?" His deep voice gave me goosebumps. "That protein you gave me kicked in like crazy. I don't know what's in it, the bag doesn't even list ingredients, but it's definitely more than just whey! Everything I eat now turns to muscle, man. I hit 268 this morning. And the shit amps me way beyond any pre-workout supp I ever tried. Changed my whole metabolism. It's fucking awesome. Look at my jaw." He clenched his teeth and made the muscle swell out along his jaw line. I could see the striations popping out, and a big knob of muscle bulged out at the top. "Dude, I could probably bend rebar with my teeth now. You got to get me more of that stuff. I tried to get it online, but the site said it's closed to new members due to limited supplies. Did you register when you got it?"

"Yeah, I did," I answered, shifting the hard-on I was getting from his voice, and the fact that, at 5'7", he was packing 268lbs of shredded muscle. His muscular, squared-off jaw made his face look hypermasculine. His brow even looked thicker. And his neck had to be 25 inches around.

"You're getting hard over this, aren't you, dude?" he asked, shifting himself toward me in his seat. "I don't blame you. So do I." He grabbed my hand. "I did legs today, man, you got to feel this." He shoved my hand under the waistband of his sweats and down onto the side of his right quad. "Ever feel a 33" quad before? And feel the veins? Thick as pencils, and not the normal ones. Like the ones you got in first grade that are super thick. You feel them?" He slid my hand deeper into his pants.

I felt my hand slide over hot, rock hard muscle and the thick hard veins that pulsed underneath his paper thin skin. He leaned over closer to me and whispered in my ear, "Squatted 1000lbs for reps today. Half a ton. Feel how pumped they are? And, I'm at 1 percent body-fat. Maybe less. Caliper can't pinch enough to read it accurate." His voice so deep, like a porn star, and his breath so hot in my ear. "Order me some more. I'll show you what 300+ looks like. And I got posers on, so you can see every inch of the muscle. See?" He lifted up the waistband of his sweats, showing the tiny strip of his white posers. Then he ran my hand up under his sweatshirt. "Feel this ab wall, man." He clenched his abs as my hand rested flat against them. "Like cobblestones, man. Eight of them. I got that roidgut look going right now, cause I'm eating so much, but it's hard as a beer keg. You could break a bat across this gut muscle."

He leaned over and pinned me to the seat with his weight. The Escalade moved as he shifted himself over. "Just wait, man. I'll get to 320 and show you what real muscle looks like. Rock your world every day. Feel my arms." I squirmed under his weight and reached up and grabbed his arms. "Twenty-two inches cold," he said. "Bet I can bloat them to 24 for you. Just by flexing them, slow and hard. Every move I make pumps me up bigger. Just walking up your steps will pump my calves up. You should see them, big as footballs, man. I could pin you down like you're a grape with these calves. Hold you there as long as I want. Let's go up, and I'll show you."

"You know what I've got up there, Nick?" I said, eager to entice him even more.

"What, man?"

"That other bag of the protein. I've hardly used any of it. I'll bet there's 29lbs of it left."

I felt his dick harden thru his sweats, and he bucked into me hard enough to make me grunt. He took my face in one thick meaty hand. "Don't lie to me, man," he said, his voice even deeper and a look of hunger in his eyes. It was a little scary, how intensely he wanted more powder. But it turned me on.

"No lie," I said.

He ran the palm of his hand against my face. I could feel his calluses scrapping against my skin. "Hope you can handle this," he said. He shifted off of me, and got out of his side of the car, where he pulled down his sweat pants and stepped out of them, tossing them back onto his seat. Several people on the street gasped and pointed. He came around to my side of the car and opened the door. It took everything I had not to bust in my pants at the sight of him in his sweatshirt and posers.

"Let's go," he said. I got out of the car and let him into my building. I followed him up the stairs, and watched as his monstrous glutes swallowed up his poser and rolled with the thickness of a superheavyweight pro. I hoped I could handle this too.

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That night, I got on the Thai website. Nick was right, they had restricted access to old members only. And they limited orders for their protein powder to four 30lbs bags a month. And the price had quadrupled. I placed my order. Then I mixed up some drinks with the bag I still had. The stuff mixed instantly with water, no blender needed. Nick downed two gallons of it, while I drank down about a quart. The stuff was almost tasteless going down, but there was a slight chemical aftertaste. Nick face started sweating pretty heavily. He stripped off his sweatshirt, his torso shiny with sweat, and his hard gut rounding out like a barrel. He looked down at his big pecs.

"Look at this muscle, man," he said. "Since I been using this powder, all I have to do is flex and I get a fierce pump." He bounced his pecs back and forth a couple of times, and his chest swelled up higher and rounder. "I got the body of an off-season superheavyweight, and the strength of a couple powerlifters combined." He waddled over to me, walked me backwards until he had me pinned against the wall with his hard gutball. I put my hands on the sides of it, and felt his hard bulging abs through the skin that was stretched tight as a snare drum. "Now feel my arms," he said. "I'm not even gonna flex them, and feel how hard they are." I put my hands on his 'relaxed' arms that were straight down to his side. His bi's and tri's were hard as petrified wood. "And when I flex them," he said, "they get even harder." He clenched his fists and tightened his arm muscles, and they bulged and hardened under my hands.

"You wanna taste it?" he asked me, pushing his pecs toward my face. Now we were both sweating hard. I leaned into his chest and licked the rivulet of sweat that was running into his deep pec valley. It tasted like a salty version of the shakes we'd just had. I could have eaten out his deep ridge all night, getting my face wet from pressing into the sides of his huge pecs, but he slung me over his shoulder and carried me into the bedroom. "I don't know what all is in that powder, man, but it's definitely more than just protein. Cause when I'm on it, I get so horned up, like I need sex every fifteen minutes." I was feeling it, too. But I figured it was just because of Nick's massive, sweat-drenched muscle.

I found out differently, though, because I'd never been able to keep going, time after time, every fifteen or twenty minutes, for a whole night. That's what we did though. And I found out that night that how versatile Nick could be. Told me he didn't want my protein going to waste. So I tapped into his prostate hard and long. More than a couple times. Just like he did to me. And I think he was right, that extra protein helped with the growth. Because after that, I started growing faster, too. And good thing I did, because Nick, with his mass and strength, almost busted my ribs a couple times that night.

That was two months ago. Both of us have been using the Thai protein blend and packing on big time gains. Now I'm coming in at 245lbs of muscle at 7% body fat. It'd be real hard to bust a rib on me. And I have some of my own worshippers now, too. The other night, a guy came in his pants just seeing me walk into the room shirtless. He said I looked like Kellan Lutz, except more bunched up with muscle. I fucked the dude good and hard for that compliment. After he left, I got off on myself. Twice.

It wouldn't seem like I'd need Nick at all to get off on big muscle, except that he is now 320lbs at 3%. A truck could hit him, and it wouldn't break a rib. Might not even budge him. He's gotten so cocky, I wouldn't be surprised if he stood out on the road and dared one to try. His job as a bouncer has just fed into his cockiness, too, as he has found out how much stronger he is than anyone he's come up against. The bigger the guy is, the more Nick gets into it. He's told me how much he loves it when he's guiding some troublemaker out of the club, and the guy starts to resist. Nick grabs the guy by the back of his elbow or neck and squeezes just hard enough to make the guy crumple to his knees. Nick gets hard just telling me about it later. He flexes out in the mirror as he tells me how weak they feel to him. How he feels like he's barely squeezing their arm before they go down, squealing in pain.

"Imagine if I ever decided to fight the guy for real?" he said to me the other night, as he flexed his chest in the mirror and stroked himself hard. "Maybe I should go on that ultimate fighter show, teach those scrawny guys a lesson. Think what these 29" pythons could do to them." He hit a double bi shot. "Man, even you could take most the guys I've seen on that show. We should both go on it. Only downside is, I'd have to mop the mats with you at the end to take the title," he said, laughing. "Like this," he said, grabbing me and throwing me to the floor like a rag doll. I struggled against him with my jacked up 245lbs, but it was no use. It was truly like trying to fight against the strength of four big powerlifters. "Aw, yeah," he said, "so freaking strong. Bones me up feeling it." We were both hard as rock...all over. "Maybe I should win the Mr. O first," he said, holding me down like I was a little kid. "I'd crush Heath." He rubbed his huge forearm into my face until it hurt.

"Maybe you should do the strongest man contest," I suggested, as I tried to push up on his soccer ball sized delts to get some of his weight off me. It was like trying to move a bank vault. My suggestion just made him rage into me even harder.

"Aww fuck yeah man, I'd crush those fat fuckers. I'd break every record on that show with this muscle!" I finally let out a grunt of pain from him bucking into me on the hardwood floor. He looked at me and said, "All this muscle hurting you, Frankie?" As he straddled me with his Paco Bautista-sized quads, his big dick leaked precum all over my chest.

"Fuck you," I said, even though I enjoyed feeling him muscling into me, pain or no pain.

"I could use a good protein injection to help get me to 350." He rolled off of me and onto his stomach on the floor. "Pull my posers off me," he said. I grabbed the waistband of his posers and pulled them up and over his huge glutes. I had to stretch the silky fabric to the snapping point to get them over the thickly mounded ass muscle. I pulled them down over his 34" quads and 24" calves.

"Now get on my back," he said. "I feel like doing a couple hundred pushups with your weight on me."

I climbed on willingly, aching to feel his cyborg-like strength. "Oh yeah," I groaned, as he started doing pushups. One after another, pushing our combined weight of 565lbs of dense muscle up and down. His back muscles thickened and rolled with each push. I put the palms of my hands on his huge delts and pushed myself up, arching into him. My dick rubbed against his Ramy Elssbiay-sized glutes. The sound of his hard roidgut and big pecs slamming into the hardwood floor made me leak all over the Christmas tree shaped muscles of his lower back. I grabbed onto his lats, which stuck out two feet wider on each side of his back. I felt the power in them as he did pushup after pushup. Big, strong, thick power. Superheavyweight strength. I couldn't hold back. I braced myself up with one hand in the middle of his sweat-soaked back, and jerked myself off with my free hand. I shot all over his huge back. Rope after rope of hot paste spraying his big gorilla muscle.

"Aw, yeh, that's it, cum to this muscle," Nick grunted out as he felt my jiz hitting him. "Rub it in, man, I wanna soak it in and grow from it." I rubbed the thick cum all over his back like suntan lotion. "Hold onto, bud," he said, and stood up with me riding on his back. He turned and looked into the mirror. "Hoo, yeah, bro, look at us. Two freaking mass monsters." Nick started jacking his rock hard cock. "So much fucking muscle. Look at my fucking 8 pack..." He flexed his roidgut and eight sections popped out like bricks. "Holy shit yeahhhh," he grunted as he jacked himself hard and let his jiz fly all over the room. "Aw yehhh...fuck yeah......." I felt his huge muscles ripple as he drained himself dry.

Afterwards, I had to use a mop to wipe up all the sweat on the floor. The mirror looked like someone had thrown a quart of yogurt all over it, so I mopped it down too.

We were still both dripping sweat as we downed a gallon each of the protein mix. "You want to shower off?" I asked Nick.

"Nah, Frankie, I want your worship juice feeding this muscle for every rep of my workout." So we went to lift. I was raging to hit 260 as soon as I could, but I wanted even more to see Nick break the 350 mark.

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Part 4

 

That night, I got on the Thai website. Nick was right, they had restricted access to old members only. And they limited orders for their protein powder to four 30lbs bags a month. And the price had quadrupled. I placed my order. Then I mixed up some drinks with the bag I still had. The stuff mixed instantly with water, no blender needed. Nick downed two gallons of it, while I drank down about a quart. The stuff was almost tasteless going down, but there was a slight chemical aftertaste. Nick face started sweating pretty heavily. He stripped off his sweatshirt, his torso shiny with sweat, and his hard gut rounding out like a barrel. He looked down at his big pecs.

 

"Look at this muscle, man," he said. "Since I been using this powder, all I have to do is flex and I get a fierce pump." He bounced his pecs back and forth a couple of times, and his chest swelled up higher and rounder. "I got the body of an off-season superheavyweight, and the strength of a couple powerlifters combined." He waddled over to me, walked me backwards until he had me pinned against the wall with his hard gutball. I put my hands on the sides of it, and felt his hard bulging abs through the skin that was stretched tight as a snare drum. "Now feel my arms," he said. "I'm not even gonna flex them, and feel how hard they are." I put my hands on his 'relaxed' arms that were straight down to his side. His bi's and tri's were hard as petrified wood. "And when I flex them," he said, "they get even harder." He clenched his fists and tightened his arm muscles, and they bulged and hardened under my hands.

 

"You wanna taste it?" he asked me, pushing his pecs toward my face. Now we were both sweating hard. I leaned into his chest and licked the rivulet of sweat that was running into his deep pec valley. It tasted like a salty version of the shakes we'd just had. I could have eaten out his deep ridge all night, getting my face wet from pressing into the sides of his huge pecs, but he slung me over his shoulder and carried me into the bedroom. "I don't know what all is in that powder, man, but it's definitely more than just protein. Cause when I'm on it, I get so horned up, like I need sex every fifteen minutes." I was feeling it, too. But I figured it was just because of Nick's massive, sweat-drenched muscle.

 

I found out differently, though, because I'd never been able to keep going, time after time, every fifteen or twenty minutes, for a whole night. That's what we did though. And I found out that night that how versatile Nick could be. Told me he didn't want my protein going to waste. So I tapped into his prostate hard and long. More than a couple times. Just like he did to me. And I think he was right, that extra protein helped with the growth. Because after that, I started growing faster, too. And good thing I did, because Nick, with his mass and strength, almost busted my ribs a couple times that night.

 

That was two months ago. Both of us have been using the Thai protein blend and packing on big time gains. Now I'm coming in at 245lbs of muscle at 7% body fat. It'd be real hard to bust a rib on me. And I have some of my own worshippers now, too. The other night, a guy came in his pants just seeing me walk into the room shirtless. He said I looked like Kellan Lutz, except more bunched up with muscle. I fucked the dude good and hard for that compliment. After he left, I got off on myself. Twice.

 

It wouldn't seem like I'd need Nick at all to get off on big muscle, except that he is now 320lbs at 3%. A truck could hit him, and it wouldn't break a rib. Might not even budge him. He's gotten so cocky, I wouldn't be surprised if he stood out on the road and dared one to try. His job as a bouncer has just fed into his cockiness, too, as he has found out how much stronger he is than anyone he's come up against. The bigger the guy is, the more Nick gets into it. He's told me how much he loves it when he's guiding some troublemaker out of the club, and the guy starts to resist. Nick grabs the guy by the back of his elbow or neck and squeezes just hard enough to make the guy crumple to his knees. Nick gets hard just telling me about it later. He flexes out in the mirror as he tells me how weak they feel to him. How he feels like he's barely squeezing their arm before they go down, squealing in pain.

 

"Imagine if I ever decided to fight the guy for real?" he said to me the other night, as he flexed his chest in the mirror and stroked himself hard. "Maybe I should go on that ultimate fighter show, teach those scrawny guys a lesson. Think what these 29" pythons could do to them." He hit a double bi shot. "Man, even you could take most the guys I've seen on that show. We should both go on it. Only downside is, I'd have to mop the mats with you at the end to take the title," he said, laughing. "Like this," he said, grabbing me and throwing me to the floor like a rag doll. I struggled against him with my jacked up 245lbs, but it was no use. It was truly like trying to fight against the strength of four big powerlifters. "Aw, yeah," he said, "so freaking strong. Bones me up feeling it." We were both hard as rock...all over. "Maybe I should win the Mr. O first," he said, holding me down like I was a little kid. "I'd crush Heath." He rubbed his huge forearm into my face until it hurt.

 

"Maybe you should do the strongest man contest," I suggested, as I tried to push up on his soccer ball sized delts to get some of his weight off me. It was like trying to move a bank vault. My suggestion just made him rage into me even harder.

 

"Aww fuck yeah man, I'd crush those fat fuckers. I'd break every record on that show with this muscle!" I finally let out a grunt of pain from him bucking into me on the hardwood floor. He looked at me and said, "All this muscle hurting you, Frankie?" As he straddled me with his Paco Bautista-sized quads, his big dick leaked precum all over my chest.

 

"Fuck you," I said, even though I enjoyed feeling him muscling into me, pain or no pain.

 

"I could use a good protein injection to help get me to 350." He rolled off of me and onto his stomach on the floor. "Pull my posers off me," he said. I grabbed the waistband of his posers and pulled them up and over his huge glutes. I had to stretch the silky fabric to the snapping point to get them over the thickly mounded ass muscle. I pulled them down over his 34" quads and 24" calves.

 

"Now get on my back," he said. "I feel like doing a couple hundred pushups with your weight on me."

 

I climbed on willingly, aching to feel his cyborg-like strength. "Oh yeah," I groaned, as he started doing pushups. One after another, pushing our combined weight of 565lbs of dense muscle up and down. His back muscles thickened and rolled with each push. I put the palms of my hands on his huge delts and pushed myself up, arching into him. My dick rubbed against his Ramy Elssbiay-sized glutes. The sound of his hard roidgut and big pecs slamming into the hardwood floor made me leak all over the Christmas tree shaped muscles of his lower back. I grabbed onto his lats, which stuck out two feet wider on each side of his back. I felt the power in them as he did pushup after pushup. Big, strong, thick power. Superheavyweight strength. I couldn't hold back. I braced myself up with one hand in the middle of his sweat-soaked back, and jerked myself off with my free hand. I shot all over his huge back. Rope after rope of hot paste spraying his big gorilla muscle.

 

"Aw, yeh, that's it, cum to this muscle," Nick grunted out as he felt my jiz hitting him. "Rub it in, man, I wanna soak it in and grow from it." I rubbed the thick cum all over his back like suntan lotion. "Hold onto, bud," he said, and stood up with me riding on his back. He turned and looked into the mirror. "Hoo, yeah, bro, look at us. Two freaking mass monsters." Nick started jacking his rock hard cock. "So much fucking muscle. Look at my fucking 8 pack..." He flexed his roidgut and eight sections popped out like bricks. "Holy shit yeahhhh," he grunted as he jacked himself hard and let his jiz fly all over the room. "Aw yehhh...fuck yeah......." I felt his huge muscles ripple as he drained himself dry.

 

Afterwards, I had to use a mop to wipe up all the sweat on the floor. The mirror looked like someone had thrown a quart of yogurt all over it, so I mopped it down too.

 

We were still both dripping sweat as we downed a gallon each of the protein mix. "You want to shower off?" I asked Nick.

 

"Nah, Frankie, I want your worship juice feeding this muscle for every rep of my workout." So we went to lift. I was raging to hit 260 as soon as I could, but I wanted even more to see Nick break the 350 mark.

 

The End?

 

This story is incredibly hot! 🔥🔥

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1 hour ago, 1996bodybuilder said:

Hope it’s not the end this story is so hot 

I think it's reasonable to assume that any of the stories I re-post on Mike's behalf are probably the end product, unless he decides to take another crack at them. They are all posted on O's site and that hasn't been updated in 5+ years. But you can always send him a pvt msg and beg! 😂😂😂

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I would not be above begging Mike for new content!  😁

 

I was thinking back on some of these great old stories from the late 90s and early 2000s.  They really are so good in their simplicity, and I don't mean that in any sort of negative way.  I go back and revisit old stories from the likes of BBMSN, Bobaroo, yourself (arpeejay), and there really isn't a lot of plot.  The main gist of the stories is guy meets a muscle guy, let's see what happens!  And I LOVE IT. 

So many stories today, and I'm fully guilty of this, try to come up with these intricately detailed plots and new mechanism of growth and relationships...and there's nothing wrong with that!  But stories like this do require some commitment to reading to get a real payoff. 

But there is something perfect about these old stories where you can  pull them up and get immense satisfaction from a quicker read.  They aren't heavy on details but are still more than detailed enough to describe these encounters with massive muscle men.  

I think I might have to try a story in this style soon.    

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