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Popular Post bbmikenj Posted May 31, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 31, 2022 Over the next couple of weeks, I developed a routine. Up at 5, woken by deep, aching growth pains. Then twenty minutes of stretching to a YouTube video that I watched on the wall-mounted flatscreen in my home gym. It hurt so badly at times, but I liked it because I knew my body was changing fast. After stretching, I swam. After a week of doing laps in the pool, I got bored with having to turn so often, so I started swimming in the lake at the end of my property. The lake was over 2 miles across. Swimming in open water was more challenging than the pool, but I worked my way up from a couple hundred yards to 2 miles. And I worked my time down from over an hour to just under 45 minutes. My shoulders and back grew broader and more powerful every day. Then I’d bike. Harder every day. And faster. I got to where I kept the bike in its highest gear, even uphill. My quads were starting to look like Robert Förstemann’s, the German cyclist. Thick and hard. Powerful. I would then stop for breakfast at McDonald’s, or IHOP, or a local diner, and stuff myself. I was always hungry. I liked seeing how people looked at me, doing double-takes. My whole life, no one had ever done a double-take, seeing me. Now they did. A lot. I stood out in a crowd. My muscularity was becoming advanced. And I was getting taller. I’d texted Dr. Lazarus about it, and he said he’d never heard that happening to someone my age, that my growth plates should have closed years ago. Maybe, he texted, that would explain the severity of my growth pains, but he would check it out when I came to see him. Every day, after breakfast, I would workout in my gym. I had quickly advanced to hundreds of push-ups a day. And I was doing weighted pull-ups. I researched powerlifting routines and realized I needed heavier equipment if I wanted to maximize my size and strength. So I ordered a squat rack and more weights. A lot more weights. I started doing heavy squats, benches, and deadlifts. It all felt amazing. I added more weight every day. The positive reinforcement I got from the gains made me look forward to pinning myself. My pear-shape body was long gone. And I’d gained 60lbs of muscle. My wife left for her Italy trip. Before she left, she’d expressed concern that I was getting too obsessed with my workouts, that I was big enough, and she was right, but I wanted more. And when I told her I’d chartered a private jet for her and her sister, and hired a private driver for their whole trip, it seemed to dissipate her concern. In the afternoons, I went to a UFC Gym I’d found in town. I started there 6 weeks before Max was due to arrive. I signed up for private lessons with the owner, a former Marine with UFC experience. I went 6 days a week. “Are you sure you never wrestled before?” he asked me when I started breaking every hold he put me in. “Just with quantum algorithms,” I said, as I pinned him to the mat. One day, after training with him until he was too worn out to keep going, I drove over to the new Shake Shack that was close by. I placed my order with a server named Jack, who was checking me out hard. He was a tall, good looking young dude with a Machine Gun Kelly vibe, minus the piercings. When he brought my food over, he leaned into my ear and said, “You are fucking hot.” Ballsy, I thought, given that he didn’t know anything about me. Although I’d been eyeing him up pretty hard myself. I’d been with guys before, but not since college. And I’d never been hit on by a dude this hot. “What time’s your break?” I asked him. He looked at the clock. “Fifteen minutes. If you want, pull around to the back parking lot, I’ll meet you out there. If not, enjoy your food and have a nice day.” Smooth, MGK, I thought to myself. I took my food outside, and scarfed down my burgers. I took the lid off my shake and gulped it down. Then I got in my car and pulled around back. It was a big, empty lot. I backed into a shady spot off to the side. Jack came out right on time, running his hand thru his thick blond hair as he sauntered over to my car. He got in in the passenger side. “Nice ride,” he said, checking out the interior. He was even better looking than I thought. What the hell was I doing? “How old are you, Jack?” I asked. Please be older than 21. “I’m 24.” Phew. “What are you into?” “Right now, I’m into a jacked up freak who drives a Tesla X, and who has quads that look like they could crush a keg.” “You want to touch them?” I asked, making the thick thigh muscles bulge. “Heck yeah,” he answered, and without hesitation, he reached over and put his hand on my quad. “Holy shit, man, but I never felt muscle this hard. And so many veins.” I tilted the steering wheel and moved it out of the way. He slid in closer and moved his hand up higher as we stared at each other. “You’ve got some sick arm size, too.” I slowly flexed my left arm for him. The sleeve of my tee was already pushed halfway up my deltoid, and it slid farther up as I flexed. We watched my biceps muscle balled up thick and round, with a peak so high it almost reached my fingers. The peak that I’d just used earlier to choke out my martial arts instructor. It had pushed into his hard leathery neck like it was soft putty. He’d tapped in seconds. “Touch it,” I told Jack. He reached over and ran his finger along the deep split that ran across the peak. “Fuck,” we both said at the same time. I put the seat back farther, and pulled him over, onto me. His hand moved from my arm to my shoulder. He leaned in and bit down on my earlobe, then started sucking on it. I gripped down on my armrest so hard that I heard it crack. He pulled his mouth off my ear. We stared at each other from inches apart. His face was flawless. His teeth were perfect. He put his hands on my big traps and squeezed them. “Your neck is so thick. I bet you’d be hard to choke.” “Try it,” I said. I’d been doing neck bridges since I started mma training, and was up to 25 reps a set with three 45lb plates on my chest. He put his fingers around my neck and squeezed. “Fawk,” he whispered, his fingers unable to dent into the thick muscle column. I felt his hardon on my abs. “Just how strong are you?” he asked me. “Very.” He started groping my chest. I flexed my pecs under my thin tee. They rose to my chin and pushed his hands with them. “You could snap me in two,” he said. “Probably.” He shuddered and laid himself on me. “I have to get back inside.” “What’s a guy like you doing, working here?” I asked him, pulling him into me. “You should be a model, or in Hollywood.” “I’m working here part time while I finish my degree. Although this gig doesn’t cover much of it. A couple years ago I took some time off and joined the Peace Corps, but that ended with the pandemic.” I lifted him back into the passenger seat like he was a doll. I looked him over. What a completely different young man than my stepson. “Take out your phone,” I told him. He pulled it out, and I said, “I’m airdropping you the name of a modeling agency here in town. You should check it out.” No reason not to give Max some needed competition. “Cool,” he said. “Do you have Venmo?” “Yeah. Why?” “I’m sending you something.” “Why?” “Because you’re a good kid who could use a bump.” And because you’re so goddam sexy I could take you right in the backseat. Of my car. Right now. He looked at his phone, and I saw his eyes widen. “Dude, did you just send me $10,000?!” “Yes.” “Man…I can’t…you can’t…” “Yeah, well, I just did.” He looked at his phone again. “Geezus,” he said. Then, “I’ll pay you back one day.” “Yeah, I believe you probably will. But you don’t have to.” He opened the car door and got out. He stood there, adjusting himself. “Are you married?” he asked. “Yeh.” “Will I see you again?” “I don’t know if I could control myself.” “Good. Text me if you want to lose control.” He shut the door and walked away. Halfway back to the restaurant, he waved without turning around. Because he knew I’d be watching his sexy ass till it disappeared into the Shake Shack. 57 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
man4bigmuscle Posted May 31, 2022 Share Posted May 31, 2022 Revving up VERY HOT, thanks for a steamy, smoldering continuation. Not just a growing muscle daddy, but a RICH growing muscle daddy! NICE! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Newmassaddict Posted May 31, 2022 Share Posted May 31, 2022 Such a hot story! I can't wait for more! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spacevlad Posted May 31, 2022 Share Posted May 31, 2022 Fuck, love the tension you’re building. That scene was such a TEASE but in the best way. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted May 31, 2022 Share Posted May 31, 2022 Man whata sweet chapter. He is ebcoming a beast and yet he controls himself around others. I love it Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tjdonger Posted May 31, 2022 Share Posted May 31, 2022 Omg! I’m gonna need some time….to adjust. More please…. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted May 31, 2022 Share Posted May 31, 2022 What was it the Trashcan Man said in The Stand? Oh, yeah... My life for you! (Well, your stories, anyway!) 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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