Friend Request (chapters 1 - 4) 10/09/22

[MrMuscleLover12]

Friend Request

Chapter 1: The day I met him

 

Luke stared at his phone's screen. He message had been sent, but not yet read. Still just sitting there, unanswered. "Shit" he muttered to himself. It had been nearly two months since he joined MeetUp, and so far nothing. Just one dud after another. Luke most recent attempt at a gay hookup was with a decently muscular guy calling himself "MegaMuscleHunk". The usual: profile picture of a jacked torso, complete with rounded pecs and decent shoulders and upper arms. And then the inevitable disappointment. Left on read.  

Life had not been easy for Luke. Raised by his single, drunken, abusive father, and left to largely fend for them both. Luke worked two minimum wage jobs, and was still a virgin to this day at 25 years of age. Living in a shitty, dirty two-bedroom apartment with frequent blackouts, Luke escaped the depressing nature of his existence by getting lost in his fantasies. He spent most of his free time admiring bodybuilders and fitness models online. Chasing after their Instagram accounts, drooling over images of their flawless physiques on tropical beaches or expensive looking hotels. Luke had always wanted to me a bodybuilder, or at least a muscle man of some kind. Alas, gym membership was expensive, and time was short when you have to be your own dad. 

Now Luke's dream was to find himself his musclebound prince charming online. Perhaps find a big, strong man that he could in some was sub for. Maybe be a live in housekeeper? Or anything, if it meant getting away from his life as it currently was. 

He looked back at his phone. Still nothing. He hadn't even been too forward or anything. Just a nice "Hi, how are you? Nice physique! Would love some advice for my own". This was only a half-truth. Yes, Luke would love to know useful techniques for getting rid of his fat belly (years of eating cheap shit), and maybe turning his arms from sticks to pistons, but Luke was also angling for some pictures to be truthful. Looking for ways to butter this hunk of a man up, charm him, stroke his ego, and then maybe the slimmest chance of meeting him for real. 

But Luke learned the hard way that muscle only likes muscle, most of the time anyway. 

"Right, that's that" murmured Luke, closing down MegaMuscleHunk and returning to the MeetUp homepage. Two days waiting for a response; it wasn't going to happen. 

Scrolling with a sense of fading hope, Luke casually assessed every profile pic that he could along his search. Half weren't real; just cartoons, obvious avatars, or the default blue MeetUp logo. But the rest were real; massive roided bodybuilders, shredded muscle model types, regular gym guys with some muscle, and the occasional normal guy; either a twink, a chubby, or just a shapeless man. Luke wasn't vain; he'd date and sleep with any kind of guy. It's just he spent years stuck in his shitty life, zero luck, no breaks...why couldn't he just have the muscle man of his dreams?! Even just for one night. 

Luke eventually stopped scrolling upon reaching a very handsome looking man. Muscled, big heavy looking pecs, no abs per say but definitely a hard, muscle packed stomach. Big round shoulders, and absolutely monstrous biceps and forearms. Lightly hairy. Luke's cock twitched. He decided to go for it. "Hey, what's up? Saw some of your pics. You're hot! Would love to chat! HMU". Waiting. Waiting. "Sent" suddenly changed to "read"! Then to "typing"! Luke's heart skipped a beat! "Hey. Send me a pic". Luke's heart quickly fell at the abruptness of the request. No banter, or witty greeting, just an immediate request for a picture. Luke's profile pic was just the MeetUp logo. He didn't like his podgy body. And he knew this muscle man wasn't either. 

Luke sent a shirtless selfie. Waiting. Waiting. "Sent" changed to "read". Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Still waiting. Luke fell back onto his bed, his belly jiggling, leaving out an exasperated sigh. He was well aware of the double standard: he enjoyed big muscle men and made it clear that was his preference, but then still hated it when they turned him down for being average bodied. Not the most sound dating strategy, but Luke knew the cards had been stacked against him. He was sick and tired of listening to all these fitness influencers and their bullshit mantras. "What's your excuse?", "What's holding you back", "Today's the journey, tomorrow's the destination", or whatever other nonsense they could think of. "Working two jobs", "Poverty", "What the fuck?" were Luke's respective responses.

Luke's phone suddenly dinged. It was a MeetUp notification. Luke opened it and read: "Hi! Saw your introduction on the homepage. You sound like fun. We should chat sometime!" - OldTimer. Well, at least Luke could still chat with men his own caliber. He opened his chat with OldTimer and typed:

Cutie100 (Luke): Hi there. Thanks for texting. What's up? What got you interested in me?

OldTimer: Well you listed muscle worship as an interest of yours. I love muscle worship! Hottest thing in the world!

L: Hahaha yeah. Nothing more I want to do than shove my face in a nice pair of pecs! Lol

OT: Yes! Or lick a shredded set of abs! Get your tongue in all the groves!

Luke sat up on his bed. This guy was definitely piquing his interest! He did love a good chat about muscle worship!

L: Fuck! Would love to literally make out with a six pack or an eight pack one of these days! Have the muscle god roll them in my face!!!

OT: What about biceps? I assume you like those lol

L: Haha yeah of course! Big cannonballs right in my face! Getting to feel them all over with my little fingers. I love being made to feel weak compared to a muscle god, you know what I mean?

OT: Yes! That comparison between super strong bodybuilder, and little average guy! Plus how hot would it be for the muscle guy to feel little feeble fingers run over his rock solid muscles?!

L: Fuuuuuck! Damn OldTimer, you know what you like! And you phrase it well!

OT: Hahaha, thanks! So, you ever worship a muscle god for real?

L: Nah. They don't really consider me. I'm one of those skinny-fat types. A twink with a belly. Every muscle man I've contacted is like: hahaha no....

OT: Ugh! I hate when muscle dudes are dicks to normal guys. Like, looks aren't everything! No need to be a douche about it! Plus, they were all normal guys themselves at one point! PLUS! You could become a muscle guy if they at least helped you out or something!!!

L: Exactly! Yes! You get it! I'm just a guy looking for friends to either worship, or help me become the kind of man I want to be!!!

OT: I totally understand! 

L: What about you? You ever worship a muscle god? Or do they just ignore your average body too?

OT: Ah, right...about that. I'm not exactly average, you see...

L: Oh? You go to the gym?

A bang from down the hall quickly pulled Luke out from his conversation with OldTimer. "Hey hey! Lukey!!! Where the fuck are you m'boy?!" came the clearly drunken voice of Jimmy, Luke's dad. Quickly putting on a shirt, Luke left his phone on his bed as he hurried out to the kitchen. "For fuck's sake dad! Not again! You're drinking our money away" said Luke, as he practically carried his dad to the couch. Jimmy let out a huge, disgusting belch. "No, no, no, you see...I'm just drinking what I can afford" said Jimmy, making sense only to himself. "Where's dinner?" he said, falling of the couch as he tried to get up. "Beans and toast in the microwave" muttered Luke. "Shit, boy! You can't make more than that?! You don't need to make nothing great, just something no that shit!" slurred Jimmy as he stumbled his way to the microwave. 

Luke watched as his father dropped his dinner on the floor, before slumping down next to it, lifting it piece by piece into his mouth. Luke would've stopped him, but the prospect that his dad might die from lack of hygienic food motivated him to remain quiet. Snoring soon followed Jimmy's attempt at eating. 

Leaving his dad in his drunken stupor, Luke returned to his room, locked the door, and picked up his phone. "Please still be there!" he whispered as he opened OldTimer's chat:

OT (ten minutes ago): You still there Cutie100?

L: Yeah! I'm still here if you are! Sorry, had to use the bathroom real quick. 

Waiting. Waiting. Luke's heart started to hurt. He'd lost another....

OT: Hey! No problem! When nature calls, am I right?!

L: Hahahaha! Yeah! So what were you saying a minute ago? Something about being big?

OT: Yes, right! Well I was just saying that I don't have the body you might consider "average"

L: Seriously? You're a bodybuilder?

OT: Something like that...

Luke started to feel the excitement in his guy. Could OldTimer be for real? A muscle man, but one that was actually nice to him? Willing to consider talking to a physically inferior man? Maybe even meet up with him? Maybe, more....

L: That's so cool! Are you like amateur ripped, or IFBB level condition? 

Luke tried desperately to play it cool, fearing that he might scare this guy off if he came across too strong or desperate.

OT: I would say IFBB. I've never competed, but I'm definitely sure I'd qualify! Lol

Luke's heart was thundering. Dare he ask? 

L: Would it be okay if I saw a picture of you? I'll show one of me if you want, just to level the playing field, you know?

OT: You don't have to show me you if you don't want to. I'm totally okay with sharing pics of myself. I don't mind being the object of someone's desire lol

L: Hahahaha

Luke's heart was threatening to beat right out of his chest! He closed his phone and waited. It made the MeetUp sound. He took a deep breath, and opened. 

He came. He came on the spot! Instantly, hands free! He was looking at a picture of the most beautiful torso on a man that he had ever seen! It was...utterly divine. No head, arms, or legs; just chest and midsection. Everything was as perfect as it could be! He was speechless. At a loss for words! He let out a squeal of pleasure as he blew a little load in his pants.  

OT: You still there? What do you think?  

L: Yeah. Still here. Holy shit! You're fucking amazing! An absolute stud!

OT: Hahaha, really?! Thank you! Anything in particular that catches your eye?

L: Well your pecs are incredible! Their massive! So bulbous! How big is your chest?

OT: 55 inches. Fully pumped I can get it to 58! 

L: Fuck me!!! I assume you can bounce them? 

OT: Oh yeah! Easily! Together at once, one at a time, slow beats, or rapid vibrations. I've actually got really good control! 

Luck could feel his dick rapidly hardening again. 

L: And is that an eight pack?!

OT: Sure is! I can roll them! You know, that wave effect

L: Holy, holy, holy, shit!!!!

OT: Hahahahaha!

L: You ever been worshipped?

OT: Yup! Loads of times actually!

L: When you said you liked worship, I thought you meant you like doing it, not receiving it!

OT: Yeah, I meant receiving it XD. 

L: Why is a god like you chatting to a dump like me?

OT: Hey! Don't talk about yourself like that! I'm sure you're very handsome! And I can chat to whomever I like! Just because you don't have abs like me doesn't mean we can't be friends! 

L: Lol thanks. I'm not handsome though. But thanks. I can't get over how shredded your abs are! Those cuts are so deep!

OT: I can hold pencils between them hahahahahaha

L: Fuuuuuuuck!!!!

"Luke m'boy?!" came the sound of Jimmy's voice from the kitchen. 

L: Shit, I gotta go. Can we talk again?

OT: Of course, but only if you promise me you'll talk more about muscle worship! You're very good at describing it! 

L: Oh definitely!

OT: Excellent! I'm Adam btw

L: Luke

OT: Talk soon Luke

Adam added a little heart emoji at the end of his last message. Luke felt like he could take on the world! A hear emoji from a genuine muscle man! And not just any muscle man, but one that had made Luke cum on sight!!! Which reminded him: he quickly changed underwear. 

"Luke!!!!" called Jimmy. "Yeah yeah yeah! I'm on my way!" Luke yelled back. There was a noticeable skip in his step as he made his way down the hallway. Maybe his luck was finally beginning to turn around...?

[MrMuscleLover12]

Chapter 2: A story's happy ending 

 

Luke was actually sweating. It had been hours since he and Adam last spoke. His heart kept beating with a silent fury at the thought of Adam. This physically flawless demi-god had shared more pictures with Luke since they first met yesterday, and Luke had been in masturbating heaven ever since! From Adam's eight pack, down to cannonball calves, there was literally nothing about this man that Luke could find fault with. Luke had been trying so unbelievably hard not to screw this new, fledging friendship up. But deep down he was dying to see more! More muscle, more pictures of Adam's body all flexed! The only things Luke had yet to see were Adam's face, cock, and ass. Which of course Luke respected. As if he'd ever show his pitiful member. 

L: You there?

A few seconds passed, but for Luke they felt like an eternity. 

A: Sure am bud! What's up?

L: Oh just looking to chat. You're fun to chat with!

A: Uh-huh. You sure you're not looking for some more pics?

Luke panicked! Had he already gone too far? Asked for too much?

L: What?! No! Of course not! Just wanted to chat, you know

A: Hahahaha it's okay Luke! I will admit to having an amazing body, and you very understandably want to see it. Why not?!   

L: Really?! I just don't want to overstep...

A: I wouldn't blame you lol

L: Hahahaha well if it's okay, maybe another leg pic...?

A: You got it bud!

His chest nearly burst open as Luke's phone graced him with the image of two utterly spectacular, inhuman legs! Quads so densely packed with bunches of muscles and fibers that they looked like two bodybuilders all on their own! Then a pair of diamond shaped calves with such obvious solidity that Luke could almost feel their titanic hardness just by looking. An finally two large, wide, beautifully proportioned bare feet, muscular in their own right. All in all, two legs that even the top ranking IFBB pros would kill to have.

L: How come I've never heard of you? 

A: What do you mean?

L: You look like you just got off the stage at a muscle show! Hell, you look like you won first place! 

A: Hahahahaha 

L: You've never competed?

A: Afraid not. Never really had the interest

L: You'd wipe the floor with them!

A: Awwwww! You're too kind! 

After a moment of pause, Luke decided to take a bit of a gamble. 

L: Hey, Adam, do you like muscle stories?

A: Muscle stories?

L: Yeah, kind of like erotica about muscles and worshipping them, and the like...

A: I've never really read any. Why? Do you...write?

L: A little. Can I share one with you?

A: Yes please!!!!  I'd love that!!!! 

L: Here it is; hope you like it 

I simply couldn’t stop staring at him. My solo beach vacation was supposed to be a relaxing treat to myself after a grueling year, and it had been until I saw *him* sauntering confidently across the sand. 

Golden. That was the only word I could think of to describe him. Well, there were plenty of adjectives: muscular, perfect, beautiful, gorgeous, flawless… you get the idea. But he was a totally golden, living sculpture. His smooth skin naturally glowed in the intense sunshine, and his blond hair shone in the light, silky and thick. Occasionally, he’d take a dip in the water and emerge glistening ethereally. Every one of his already perfectly defined muscles looked like polished metal, his every movement deliberate and graceful, as if performing choreography. But he was just walking and enjoying the beach. Simply existing. Like he wasn’t an unbelievably drop-dead gorgeous stud. 

I settled into a routine over the next few days. I’d go to the gym and get absolutely pumped then head straight to the beach in hopes of catching his eye. Without fail, Golden Boy, as I’d taken to calling him, would show up shortly after me wearing some small piece of fabric that passed for a speedo, showing nearly every inch of his incredible physique. Sometimes, just watching him walk was almost enough to push me over the edge. His wide, powerful feet would sink into the wet sand as explosions of muscle fibers and tendons raced up and down his bulbous calves. Quads and hamstring tensed and relaxed in a symphony of power with each stride. Gleaming, armor plate abdominals rippled beneath a thick masculine chest. Arms that screamed strength swung gently at his sides. As he would pass me, I would stare as the erotic, mountainous topography of his back while his ass nearly brought me to tears. 

He was always alone, and never seemed to really pay mind to any of the other vacationers. I’d pretty much resigned myself to the idea that he’d be nothing more than eye candy. Amazing orgasmic eye candy. Until my fifth day at the resort. 

I woke up early that day. Since it was summer, the sun was up already. It was another perfect, sunny day in paradise. My private suite included a gorgeous outdoor patio area, with a balcony that had perfect views of the beach and surrounding natural landscape. As I headed out to enjoy my coffee outside, I was greeted by an astonishing vision. 

Golden Boy was hovering inches above the steps, his perfect feet pointed down. As he gently touched down, he looked up with a knowing grin.

“I go by many names, but Golden Boy is a new one,” he said with a smirk, his voice smooth and sweet and deep, like bourbon and honey. He took on a divine glow as he fixed me with luminous eyes. A subtle wave of muscle rippled up and down his perfect body as he shifted his weight.

“H-how… W-w-who are you?” I sputtered. I couldn’t process all of this. I was incredulous, shocked, scared, and… aroused. He chuckled, a deep resonant sound that doubled my arousal.

“You can call me Andy,” he said softly before rising into the air and slowly floating over to me, “and I know everything about you Eric.” My face blanched as I immediately thought of all the embarrassing things I’d fantasized about him over the last few days. Andy smiled and the heat inside me increased.

“Don’t worry my Eric. I know you’ve been watching me. I have to admit, I’ve been watching you too. For a much longer time.” He winked and I almost came on the spot. He took my shoulders in his huge hands and waves of bliss overtook my body. I could hardly keep my eyes open as the pleasure threatened to blind me. Andy simply looked on with a loving gaze. 

“I’ve decided that I need a companion, and your…. energy is perfect,” he proclaimed. The sensations of bliss intensified as he tenderly caressed my arms, gently running his hands up and down my triceps. 

“Plus,” he said leaning down toward my face, “you’re totally fucking hot yourself.” He wrapped me in his godly arms and he delivered a reality-bending kiss that threatened my sanity as we flew up into the air.

Luke waited with bated breath as he imagined perfect Adam in his head reading through the whole thing. 

A: Luke...that was...fucking awesome!!!!!!!

L: Really?! You liked it?!!

A: Liked it?! I'm as hard as steel right now!!! The way you described Andy's muscles and power was just too damn good!

L: Thanks!

A: You...like superheroes?

L: Yeah, well, more their physiques and powers more than their own actions and adventures as superheroes, you know? Like I love the idea of a bodybuilder type just lifting ships or planes with his own hands effortlessly. Or his feet just floating inches above the floor (I have a foot thing, by the way hahahaha)

A: Is that so  what would you say if I told you I was a god like that?

L: Hahahaha well you definitely already look like one!

A: Lol thanks! But I meant for real....?

L: Well I'd probably bow down before you and worship you as the all powerful god that you are!  lol 

A: What else?

Luke was slightly taken aback at this point. They were just roleplaying, so why wasn't Adam...roleplaying? Luke had been expecting him to play along a little bit more. 

L: Well, I probably wouldn't be able to keep my hands to myself! I'd definitely start running them all over your floating body! Feeling up everything, from your feet to your pecs! 

Luke waited for Adam's response. Nothing.

L: Adam? You still there? 

Suddenly, the room began to shake! Bits and pieces of Luke's furniture began to vibrate about! The air became increasingly disturbed! What was happening! Luke let out a cry of shock when bolts of electricity and sparks began popping out of thins air; it felt like the heralding of a great arrival. Next thing Luke knew, he was thrown backwards onto his bed, practically blinded by a flash of brilliant white light.   

Blinking a few times to regain his vision, Luke was stunned by the sight that was before him. Easily about seven feet of pure, shredded, muscular perfection stood...no! Floated before him in midair! A foot long flaccid cock hung lazily, level with Luke's eyes as he sat at the end of his bed. Adam was hovering in the middle of Luke's bedroom. His beautiful face beaming down at him. 

"Hello Luke! There's something I've been meaning to tell you" 

[MrMuscleLover12]

Hey everyone! I'm back with a new multi-chapter stroy! Hope you all enjoy!

Special thanks to OldFashioned for contributing to chapter 2! He wrote the really hot piece of writing that Luke shares with Adam.

More to come! 

[crushme99]

Excellent story.  Hope there will be more . . . for Luke and for us.

[Strengthlover]

Love it! Two of the best people collaborate on a story! This is fantastic!

[jujumusclelover717]

I am intrigued!!! Can't wait for more!

[liftme]

More oh my more!!!

[growthfan96]

Looking forward to seeing more 

[alexdog]

Great story so far. Love it

[sshroyer2115]

More!