Mdlftr Posted October 30, 2022 Share Posted October 30, 2022 21 hours ago, Trippin said: Very well said! Thqt is probably the reason why I like this story so much: the main character of my own story is pretty similar in his sexual behavior. "Your own story"?!? Do tell! I'll have to search out your story! Thanks for the heads up! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trippin Posted October 30, 2022 Share Posted October 30, 2022 3 hours ago, Mdlftr said: "Your own story"?!? Do tell! I'll have to search out your story! Thanks for the heads up! It's 'Tarek' in the unfinished stories, but it's written in German, sorry. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted October 30, 2022 Share Posted October 30, 2022 17 hours ago, Trippin said: It's 'Tarek' in the unfinished stories, but it's written in German, sorry. Yes, but remember this is the 21st century! Here's the first paragraph of your story: Im vergangenen Herbst hatte ich eine neue Stelle in der Verwaltung einer großen Baufirma angetreten. Nach zwei Wochen, als ich mich gerade einigermaßen eingearbeitet hatte, klopfte es an meinem Türrahmen (die Türen selbst stehen hier immer offen). Ich blickte von meinem PC-Monitor auf und zur Tür: Im Rahmen stand ein Typ, höchstens 1,75 m groß, doch selbst wenn man die dicke Winterjacke abzog, die er trug, musste er ein unglaublich breites Kreuz haben! Er schien etwa mein Alter zu sein und hatte zweifellos südländische Wurzeln. Seine Haut war olivfarben, der klassische Boxer-Haarschnitt und der wohlgetrimmte kurze Bart waren glänzend schwarz, die Augen von einem dunkeln Grün. Sein Kiefer war kantig, die Wangen wirkten aber voll. Sofort spürte ich ein heftiges Kribbeln in der Magengegend, als mein Körper Adrenalin ausschüttete. „Hall- oh!“ sagte ich, durch meinen plötzlich sehr trockenen Mund stockte mir das Wort im Mund. [English] Last fall I had started a new job in administration at a large construction company. After two weeks, just as I was getting used to it, there was a knock on my door frame (the doors themselves are always open here). I looked up from my PC monitor and towards the door: there was a guy standing in the frame, no more than 1.75m [5 feet 9 inches ] all, but even if you took off the thick winter jacket he was wearing, he had to have an incredibly wide back! He appeared to be about my age and undoubtedly had southern roots. His skin was olive-colored, his classic boxer haircut and trimmed short beard were glossy black, his eyes a dark green. His jaw was square, but his cheeks looked full. I immediately felt a violent tingling sensation in my stomach as my body pumped out adrenaline. "Hello- oh!" I said, the word choking on my suddenly very dry mouth. ..... It looks like is it very promising! I hope you get around to finishing it someday. Mdlftr 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trippin Posted October 31, 2022 Share Posted October 31, 2022 What a time to be alive Well you'll see that Tarek, while having a very different personality than Gabriel, has also no desire for interpersonal closeness, let alone intercourse. It gradually changes when he meets the narrator. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted October 31, 2022 Author Share Posted October 31, 2022 Chapter 8 Gabriel knocked on my door raucously. It was so early on a Saturday morning that the sun hadn’t finished rising. “Get up! Get up! Get up!” he cried with excitement. Groggily, I opened the door just wide enough to interact with Gabriel but not wide enough to make him feel welcome. “What is it?” I asked while scratching my stomach and rubbing my eyes. Gabriel was dressed in his work clothes, but he didn’t have on his tie or shoes yet. “You look like hell,” he said. “I was out until 2 last night. I’ve had like three hours of sleep.” “Sorry,” he said. “But since the damage is done…” He turned around and showed me the split down the back of his shirt. The fabric had rent roughly. Clearly torn, not cut. I reached out to touch the tear, and momentarily grazed the warm, solid, muscular flesh of his back. Just that transitory contact in my half-asleep state was an erotic thrill. “I was getting dressed for a quick trip to the office,” he said, then turned around, “just for an hour or two before I officially started the weekend, and then this happened when I bent over to put on my socks.” He pointed to his back. “My shirt is too small for me.” “You do like to wear them tight.” “And I’ve put on ten pounds in two weeks,” he bragged. “They said I’d put on five max over six months, and I’m already up ten.” “And you woke me because?” “I’m not going to the office anymore. I’m going to the mall. Get some bigger work clothes and some other supplies.” “Supplies?” “Some lotion to prevent or at least minimize stretch marks, vitamins and protein powder, things like that.” I blinked blearily. “And you woke me because?” I repeated. “I want you to come with me. I need a second pair of eyes to assess the new clothes, and I trust yours. And I thought it’d be fun. We haven’t been spending as much time together lately.” Internally, I thought, “And whose fault is that?” Out loud, I said nothing. Gabriel persisted. “Come on! It’ll be fun.” “I’d be down for a trip to the mall,” came a voice from behind me in my bedroom. Since the jig was up, I opened my door wider to show Gabriel the half-naked man in my bed. “Gabriel, this is Michael.” Michael waved. Michael was a guy I’d met at the club last night. He had Gabriel’s coloration and a friendly smile. He also had some nice muscles, nowhere near as big as Gabriel’s, but enough to remind me of Gabriel from college. Who am I kidding? He looked like Gabriel. A pale echo of Gabriel. Gabriel Lite. Knock-off Gabriel. I Can’t Believe It’s Not Gabriel. Of course, Michael over-trained his pecs, so they were disproportionately large. When we had started fucking, he started out a decent top, a nice thick 5.5 inches, but he had cum too fast. I had to finish myself off. Still, he scratched an itch and was satisfactory for a one night stand. I’d rate the night a C, maybe a C-. Definitely not Mr. Right, but Mr. Good-Enough. I turned to Michael and said, “Michael, this is Gabriel.” Gabriel waved. “Boyfriend?” Michael asked, excited. “Roommate and best friend,” Gabriel said. “You’re invited if you want to come.” To me, he whispered, “Why didn’t you tell me you were bringing a guy home?” “I’m sorry, Mom. Am I grounded?” I was a little defensive because I couldn’t tell Gabriel the truth. The videos Johnny had sent me had got me so riled up that I needed to find a muscular thing with a penis to fuck me, preferably a muscular thing that looked like Gabriel. Mix that level of horniness with a little too much tequila, and you get Michael. I’d said less than five sentences to Michael at the bar. I wasn’t interested to get to know him as a person, and frankly I was ashamed I’d slept with him. I tried to cue Michael into the fact that the date was over. “You don’t really want to go clothes shopping with a complete stranger, do you?” “It sounds like heaven,” Michael said as he jumped out of the bed. His every tone and movement indicated that, in his mind, this was a ménage a trois waiting to happen. “Which way to the bathroom?” he asked. I pointed wordlessly, and Michael traipsed off. As soon as the bathroom door closed, Gabriel said, “You didn’t want him to come, did you?” “Not even a little.” We both heard the shower turn on. “What do we do?” Gabriel asked. “I’ve never been in this position before. I’ll follow your lead.” I stumbled out of my room and towards the kitchen saying, “Step one is coffee. I’ll tell you what step two is once I’ve finished step one.” As I brewed the coffee, Gabriel joined me in the kitchen and started making us some oatmeal. With concern in his voice, he said, “I thought you were past this phase." I brewed the first cup directly into the mug, swapped it out with the pot when the mug filled, and then took a swig of bitter black vitality. "What phase?" I asked, the coffee beginning to return me to myself. "Getting drunk and hooking up with random guys. That phase.” “I was feeling nostalgic,” I lied. I couldn’t get the sight of Gabriel’s naked ass or balls out of my head. “I don’t know how you do it. I’ve had exactly one hangover, and I plan on never having a second one.” I finished my first cup of coffee and poured a second. Gabriel got three bowls out of the cabinet and put them on the counter, then moved to the silverware drawer and pulled out three spoons. I picked up the third bowl and put it back in the cabinet. “Don’t feed strays. If you make him feel even slightly comfortable, he’ll never leave. He might even think you’re down for a three-way.” Gabriel put back the third spoon and closed the drawer. “How do we get rid of him?” he asked. I sat down at the counter as Gabriel served me a bowl of oatmeal. “Pancakes soak up booze better,” I whined a little. “There’s a box of Bisquick in the cabinet.” “Pancakes are empty carbs, buddy.” “Fine. Make healthy choices for me.” I dutifully ate a big spoonful of Gabriel’s protein-infused health-food oatmeal. “Nourishing,” I said, just a little cattily. “And how to get rid of Michael?” “The easiest way would be if you played the jealous boyfriend, but you already blew that gambit. So, I’m going to go with brutal honesty.” I walked over to the bathroom door and knocked loudly. “Hey, Michael. You hear me?” “Barely,” he said. The water turned off. “Go ahead.” “Your shower’s over, so you’re going home. Party’s over.” “But Gabe invited me to the mall.” “Gabriel did. Not me.” “I get it,” he said, a taunting melody in his voice. “If I’m there, you have no chance with him.” “What?” “Can’t stand the competition, can you, Arnie?” “My name is…” I stopped myself. “You’re right,” I said loudly. “If you’re there, Gabriel will never look at me sexually.” Gabriel would never look at me sexually without Michael there, but I technically hadn’t lied. “Get dressed and go home.” “No thanks.” “Michael, I shouldn’t have had sex with you. I was drunk, and I made some bad choices. I’m sorry, but the date is over. I’m not looking for something serious” “Silly, Arnie,” Michael said from the bathroom. “You’re the eighth guy I’ve slept with this week. I’m not looking for serious either.” Eight guys in one week? It was currently Saturday morning and he’d spent his Friday night with me, so I can’t even credit eight to a wild weekend. Eight guys? That had to be a lie, right? I was going to have to get tested, just to be safe. Michael continued. “This isn’t the 1950s. I’m just looking for a good time, and you were a really good time.” He was going to make me say it. “You were a lousy fuck.” “No need to resort to lies. Rather little of you.” That was a dig at my height. Fucker just shamed me for being short. Swallowing my bile, I said, “Go home, Michael.” “I’ll just make sure that’s what Gabe wants.” I beckoned Gabriel over to the door. Quietly to him, I said, “He thinks you have the hots for him, he wants to have sex with you, and he called you ‘Gabe’ twice. Go.” Gabriel looked at me confused. “Go what?” I pointed emphatically at the shower door. “Let him have it. Reject him.” Through the bathroom door, Gabriel said, “I’m not attracted to you, Michael. Go home.” Michael came to the door, still naked. “No need for you to lie either, gorgeous thing. I can tell I’m in the middle of something. Whatever it is.” He picked up his clothes from my bedroom floor. “I’d like to be fully in the middle. One of you in front, one of you in back.” He moaned in pleasure, thinking of it. “It’s not going to happen today, but I’m a patient man.” He dressed and put on his shoes in a flash. “I’ll let this play out for now.” He headed for the front door, but when he got there, he turned to us and said, “Feel free to call me. Either of you. Or both.” Then, he left. “Charming man,” Gabriel said sarcastically once the door closed. “I was drawn to his confidence and self-esteem,” I commented drolly. “Come on, big guy. Let’s get ready.” “Ready for what?” “After I finish choking down that wet sawdust you call food, we’re getting dressed and going to the mall. You need some bigger clothes.” As we ate our oatmeal, Gabriel was all smiles and conversation. I began to feel like myself again, and we began to feel like us again. After some fun banter, he jovially said, “It wasn’t my imagination, right? Michael looks like me, right?” “Conceited much?” Fuck. He’d noticed. He seemed unconcerned, though. “What? There was a time when you were attracted to me. It wouldn’t be surprising you’d be attracted to someone who looks like me.” “I guess not,” I admitted, hoping he’d drop the subject. “Is that your type?” he asked, elbowing me playfully. “Guys who look like me named after archangels?” I stood up and put my bowl in the sink. “I’m done with breakfast. Let’s get you clothes.” The entire time we were clothes shopping, Gabriel kept inviting me into his changing room while he was half naked. I knew better than to go in and watch his muscular physique flex and contort as he tried on various sizes of clothing. Still, with each new store or each new stack of outfits, he invited me in. And every time he did, I could feel my cock twitch at the thought. Considering I did not want to go through this again any time soon, I talked Gabriel into buying clothes a little bigger than he needed, and an identical set even larger than that. It was smart of me to do so because, over that next week, his changes were getting unignorable. Well, I had trouble seeing physical changes to his body because his larger clothes obscured it, but the other changes were blindingly obvious. He adjusted himself more frequently. Not all the time, but he went from never doing it to regularly doing it. I also noticed he started shaving in the shower. And he was constantly eating. He would go grocery shopping every three days. The food had to be going somewhere, and it wasn’t turning into fat. If anything, his face was looking a little more defined and severe—alluringly so. I got another email from Johnny at the end of the third week. It yet again started with a brief interview. Gabriel was asked if he noticed anything irregular this week. Before they finished the question, he cut them off. “I masturbated again.” He sounded angry. “Is that so upsetting?” “Three times in one month? Yes! That’s disturbing. This is getting to be a regular habit.” “Did you collect the sample we asked for?” Gabriel pulled a plastic cup out of a paper bag and slammed it on the table. It was half full with semen. “That was disgusting. Don’t make me do that again.” The interviewer took the sample and gave him another cup. “This is a fertility study. We’ll need regular samples.” “You mean I’m going to masturbate again?” Gabriel looked horrified. “It’s very likely, yes.” “Jesus. That’s just sick.” Unfazed, the interviewer asked, “Any other changes?” As if rattling off a shopping list, Gabriel said, “My body hair is so much thicker that I’m shaving twice as often, I can’t stop eating, and…” He trailed off. The interviewer prodded him, and he said very quietly, “My… things… itch all the time.” Wow, I had him dead to rights on all accounts. “Things?” the interviewer asked. The interviewer had to know Gabriel meant his balls, but I guess Gabriel had to be more specific. Gabriel made a gesture like he was holding a piece of fruit, palm facing up. “My things. Down there.” “Your testicles?” “Yes. Itchy. All the time.” “That’s to be expected.” “So, they’ll keep itching?” “It wouldn’t be surprising, no.” Gabriel sighed in frustration. They asked if he was taking the pills as directed, and he nodded. They asked if he’d made any significant changes to his lifestyle. He shook his head no. The video then cut abruptly to the soundless white-walled room. Seeing him naked, his clothes no longer able to camouflage him, Gabriel was decidedly bigger. Bigger bigger. He looked huge. His pecs stood out, proud and prominent, a clear cliff over his abs. And his abs. Gabriel had a six-pack. It seemed like just last week he just had nice but largely undefined abs; this week, six-pack. They were so sharp, fitness model defined. He must have been targeting them with a religious zeal. His shoulders were rounder and fuller, making his whole body look broader, almost like he was wearing shoulder pads. His arms were deliciously full, and I could just make out his lats from the front. Any bigger, and his lats and arms would start competing for space. Gabriel in the video turned around, and like the moon after a lunar eclipse, his majestic ass came into view. I nearly wept when I saw that ass. It was even bigger than last week, rounder, more pert. As he turned back around, I saw that his legs, especially his thighs, were getting thicker and more defined. He definitely wasn’t skipping leg day. However, soon after, my attention was drawn by his dick and balls, which were also bigger again. His cock and balls were still smaller than his glorious body deserved, but considering where they started, they looked comparatively big. And were his balls getting hairier? At the end of the video, the chyron read: Subject 3-18 Weight: 102.5 kg Body Fat: 10.6% Flaccid State: 7 cm Erect State: 11.7 cm 226 pounds? I was fully erect looking at him. This was the third video. There were going to be 26 of these total. That means there would be 23 more. I couldn’t watch every one. I’d just spend my whole week fantasizing about Gabriel and focusing on every minute change that occurred. I knew myself well enough too—I’d start trawling for other discount Gabriels and likely end up sleeping with Michael over and over again. I had to find something to distract me. As if blessed by fortune and fate, there was one other email in my inbox. An invite from Sheila and Trina to go on a “girls’ glamping trip away from the boys.” A month in a cabin in the woods upstate that Sheila’s family owned. A month? Trina was a housewife, so she could take the time off. I didn’t know what Sheila did for a living, but a monthlong camping trip sounded excessive. Then again, it also sounded perfect. I didn’t care that they saw me as one of the girls. I needed to get away from the boys myself. I had made all the necessary calls and packed my bag before I even realized I said yes. Between vacation time, personal days, and sick leave, I had the time off from work coming to me, though most people wouldn’t be gutsy (desperate?) enough to take the whole month off at once. When I told Gabriel about the trip, he asked, “Are you avoiding me?” “If they would have invited you too, I would’ve extended the invite. Besides, you have to go to Johnny’s clinic twice a week. I just want to chill with my sisters-in-law. Well, Sheila’s not a sister-in-law yet, but that’s because Norm’s a chicken.” Gabriel stared at me sternly. “Are you avoiding me, Auggie?” I sighed, preparing myself to lie. “Actually, it feels like you’ve been avoiding me with all the time you’re spending at the gym these days.” I pat the back of his hand. “It’s only a month.” Gabriel shrugged. “As long as you’re not avoiding me.” 26 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post TQuintA Posted October 31, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted October 31, 2022 Chapter 9 The glamping trip felt like a self-indulgent vacation, really. Sheila was not lying about the luxury of it all. I kind of felt spoiled, but it did me good. The month away from Gabriel recalibrated my brain in a way I desperately needed. Removed from his constantly growing physique, I was able to remember that we were just pals, just good buddies. That he was more like a brother than a prospective romantic partner. And, most importantly, I got to miss him again. Trina and Sheila got me to open up one drunken night, and made it clear to me that the only way to soldier through this experience was to confess to Gabriel that, although I had gotten over my crush on him, this new journey he was on was incredibly sexy, and it was bringing up some old feelings. We were going to have to draw some new boundary lines. Sheila was especially helpful in this. She was a grad student studying screenwriting, a subject her wealthy parents did not approve of, so she was paying her way through film school by hosting sex toy parties. Between her insight into human nature as a writer and her firsthand experience with sex stuff, her relationship advice was priceless. A month later, when I got back to the apartment, it was a little after 8 PM, and I didn’t have to go back to work until the day after next, so I planned on having that conversation with Gabriel as soon as I walked through the door. I’d even brought a present for him as a nice surprise. But when I got home, I was disappointed to find him in the bathroom, taking a shower. I knocked on the door and loudly shouted, “Hey, buddy, I’m home!” “Auggie!” I heard him cry. “So glad you’re back!” I could hear relief in his voice. “Glad to be back. How long you going to be in there?” “I just started. Why? You need to get in here?” I emphatically did not. I went before I got home to avoid this exact situation before we redrew the boundaries. “Nope. Just want to talk.” “Okay. Do me a favor? Watch the most recent video Johnny sent you. I don’t want you to have any surprises when I get out of here.” “I don’t think I should watch those anymore. It’s one of the things I want to talk to you about.” “Please?” he asked, almost pleaded. “Just this one last time? I need to you to see it because I have a favor to ask of you too.” I groaned. “Fine,” I acquiesced. Three seconds back in the apartment, and I was already tempting fate. Against my better judgment, I went into my bedroom, crashed on my bed, booted up my laptop, and opened up the seventh video Johnny had sent me. When the interview at the beginning started, I was shocked to see Gabriel. He looked huge. Absolutely fucking huge. Bigger than I’d ever seen him. Big bodybuilder big. His clothes were practically exploding off of him. His shoulders were so wide that they stretched the shirt tight, and his biceps threatened to split his sleeves with even the slightest flex. His shirt was unbuttoned to allow his neck and pecs some room to breathe, and I could see some curls of chest hair poking through his shirt. Gabriel had let his chest hair come in, full and thick. I had trouble looking up from his chest and arms, but when I saw his face, my world rocked. He had a beard too. It was more “groomed stubble” than full-on beard, but I was so used to him being clean-shaven that the presence of a beard was mind-blowing. Additionally, his face looked thicker, more masculine, like it too had gotten more muscular. His eyes, though, looked red and bleary. Like he’d been crying before the interview. It was only then that I noticed that Gabriel was having trouble sitting still. He practically vibrated with energy. The interviewer opened his mouth to talk, and Gabriel launched into a tirade. “I masturbated every day this week.” He sounded scared. “Every day, for a half an hour, I have to masturbate, or I can’t focus. Not on my job. Not on anything. I’m going out of my fucking mind.” “Have you tried masturbating more frequently?” Gabriel’s eyes grew wide, practically terror-stricken. “More frequently? More frequently than once a day?” “Yes,” the interviewer said plainly. In response, Gabriel practically threw a paper bag at the interviewer. “That’s my sample from today. I overfilled the cup. I overfilled the fucking cup, and you want me to masturbate even more often?” “Yes,” the interviewer repeated. “Is there anything else I could do?” The fear in Gabriel’s voice returned. “Well, you could leave the study.” “I don’t want to do that!” Gabriel snapped back, hugging his arms against himself, caressing his muscles. “In that case, have you tried increasing the amount of sexual intercourse you have?” Gabriel stared blankly. Then, admitted, “It never even crossed my mind.” “Increased sexual intercourse might be a way to curb this energy.” Gabriel reflexively wiped one of his eyes. “Okay,” he said defeatedly. Was he about to cry again? The interviewer offered Gabriel a tissue and asked, “Any other changes?” Taking the tissue, Gabriel said, “I can’t keep up with the shaving. I had to just give up shaving my torso, and I took your advice and let my beard come in.” He paused for a second, then said, “You guarantee the hair growth will stop at the end of the trial?” “As we told you last week, yes. Everyone who has participated has seen the speed of their hair growth return to normal after they stopped taking the medication. You will have more hair, but you should be able to resume a normal shaving schedule.” “Even on my… balls?” “Even there.” “Good,” Gabriel said, wiping his nose. “Cause those fuckers have gotten too hairy. I never had to shave those before. And since they’re so sensitive, shaving them is a nightmare.” “Any other changes?” the interviewer asked. “I’m still eating non-stop. I can’t get full. I’ve had to start wearing more cologne because the people at my office have been… sniffing me. Especially the women. Like I smell tasty to them.” “You have a higher rate of pheromones, then?” “I hope so, or I work in an office of cannibals. And… I swear my balls are vibrating.” “Can you describe this vibrating?” “Like they’re humming or moving.” “Does masturbating or sexual activity make the vibrating stop?” Gabriel looked confused. “Now that you mention it, yes.” “Increase your masturbatory and sexual activities. It will alleviate this symptom.” Gabriel groaned loudly. They asked if he was taking the pills as directed, and he nodded. They asked if he’d made any significant changes to his lifestyle. He shook his head no. The video then cut abruptly to the soundless white-walled room. Gabriel was fucking huge. His chest stuck out prominently, the fibers distinct and separate even through the light coat of dark black hair. His nipples looked a little distended, and his pecs as a whole were both rounder and fuller, almost with a teardrop shape. His shoulders were capped with corded muscles, and his traps and neck made him look incredibly thick. His arms and lats added to his thickness. His lats were clearly forcing his arms to the side, and his arms were gigantic. His biceps looked flexed even just hanging there, with a prominent vein running down the muscle. The triceps bulged out the other direction. His chest and arms gave him a superhero appearance, as did his incredibly taut waist. His abs were as tight as I remembered them, maybe tighter, and it looked like there was no room between his skin and muscle, with some veins appearing at the surface. Gabriel in the video turned around, and his big, beefy ass became the only thing I could think of. It was hefty, and striated, and powerful. He could crush someone to death with that ass—it was a thing of beauty. And his back was absurdly broad, covered with bulging mass, tapering down to a tiny waist. As he turned back around, I saw that his legs, especially his thighs, had not been left behind. I could make out each individual muscle, and their thickness was creeping up on the size of his waist, and his calves were sculpted—they looked like steel wrapped in skin. He looked like he could dropkick a fire hydrant with those legs. Knowing I shouldn’t look—daren’t look—I looked at his dick and balls. The first thing I noticed was the hair that Gabriel had complained about. Yes, his privates were definitely hairy—so much so that he’d need to wax for his pubes not to poke out of a bathing suit, but I’d seen hairier. If this had been the first time I’d seen Gabriel’s equipment, I would think he was perfectly normal. Maybe with just larger-than-normal balls. However, because I remembered the tiny equipment he started with, perfectly normal looked giant on him. I shifted in my seat and noticed my cock was hard. Damnit. He’d made me hard again. At the end of the video, the chyron read: Subject 3-18 Weight: 111.1 kg Body Fat: 9.9% Flaccid State: 9.5 cm Erect State: 16 cm If my math held, he was closing in on 250 pounds—not there yet, but not far behind. And his dick was over six inches. He was going up in the world. After seeing it, my mind was at war with itself. On a carnal level, I wanted to beat off while staring at his jacked, chiseled, hairy body. On an emotional level, it felt psychologically unhealthy and damaging to do anything remotely sexual while thinking of him. Especially since I wanted to put up new rules and boundaries. Before my baser nature kicked in, I deleted the video and email. I couldn’t think about Gabriel that way, but I still had an erection to get rid of. So, I opened one of my go-to porn films and scrubbed to my favorite scene. Reflexively, I pulled my dick out of my pants, wanting to relieve the tension. I had my hand around my shaft and was pumping when Gabriel came into my room. He didn’t knock. He just opened my door while I was fully engaged in self-gratification. My dick twitched when I saw him. Seeing the video was one thing, but seeing him in his immensity in the flesh was another. He filled my entire doorway, his muscles proud and bulging, red from the shower and pumped from a recent workout. I could feel the heat radiating off him as he stepped through the doorway, even on the other side of the room. I could smell his musk, too. Even though he was freshly showered, I could smell this intoxicating cloud of testosterone and sweat, drawing me in and enticing me. He was still dripping wet, his towel haphazardly slung around his waist, accentuating how narrow his waist was and how thick his legs were. Water clung to his beard and his chest hair, and an errant drop trickled from his nipple down his washboard abs. He took a few steps into my room, glorious and huge. He looked down at my dick, and said, “Good. You’re ready to go.” His tone was off, almost as if he was holding his breath a little. He flipped off my light switch so the only light in the room was coming from the night sky filtering in through my blinds and the glow of the laptop. “Gabriel. Sorry,” I apologized, trying to shove my dick back into my pants, but the erection and my leaking pre was making it difficult. “Don’t be sorry. I was hoping you’d find me appealing at this size. You said muscle turned you on.” He flexed one of his biceps. In the glow of my computer, I could see it twitch with intensity as it swelled with size—the largest bicep I’d ever seen outside a photoshopped image, and it was in my bedroom. “Appealing?” I said before I could stop myself. “Are you kidding? You’re a wet dream.” “Good,” Gabriel said. There was a determination in his voice that I didn’t recognize. He dropped his towel. His cock was wet and thick, his balls heavy and portentous. Even flaccid, his cock called out to me. “What’s going on?” I asked. “They told me to increase my activity. They told me to. You find me appealing. You’re ready to go. Let’s do this.” He sounded like a person trying to psych themselves up to skydive from a plane. I sat up, confused and concerned. “Do this? You mean sex?” Gabriel nodded, walking over to my bed and putting his left knee on to it, like he was going to crawl into my bed on top of me. “You’ve wanted me for years.” There was this weird hollowness to his voice. Robotic. Haunted. Afraid. “Do you want to have sex?” I asked. He brought his other leg up onto the bed and began moving towards me. “I think my body does,” he said. “You want to have sex with me?” “I think so,” he said. I crawled out from under him and ran to turn the lights back on. “This isn’t a ‘think’ situation, Gabriel. You either want to have sex, or you don’t. An enthusiastic yes or nothing.” I tucked my dick back into my pants and zipped up. Why was he making me be the mature one? If he’d approached me like this in college, I would’ve fucked him upside the wall. But now, with everything I knew about him? With the chemical flood of hormones filling his brain? With that worried tone in his voice? With the terror in his eyes? Saying anything but no would be taking advantage. Gabriel flipped over, supporting himself on his elbows. “They told me to. You’ve wanted to for years.” He took a deep breath and said, “Let’s do this thing. You’ll have to lead because I have no idea what I’m doing.” He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw in preparation. His cock was fully on display in front of me. He wasn’t hard, but I swear I could see the vibrations he felt in his balls. Why was he making this so difficult? “Neither the doctors nor I am you. Do you—Gabriel—want to have sex?” He opened his eyes and sat up, a peeved expression on his face. “Why do you keep asking me?” He pointed at the bulge in my pants. “You’re ready. My body made you ready. My body wants release. Let’s just do this.” He sounded defeated now, world weary. He got up and moved towards me. I picked Gabriel’s towel off the floor and wrapped it around his waist. “Let’s think this through.” Gabriel pouted. “Why? It took all my courage just to do this! Why are you making me think it through? I’ll chicken out if I think about it too hard.” “That’s why I want you to think it through. I know you’re going to regret this one way or another.” He shook his head petulantly. “You’re my best friend. I know you’ll be kind and nice and gentle. And you won’t mock me. And you’ll make this as pleasant as possible. I think I need to do this, and I think I want it to be with you.” He dropped his towel to the floor again. I picked it back up, wrapped it around his waist again, and said, “Even so, if we do this, you’ll regret it.” “How could you possibly know that?” His inflection was awash in intense emotion: oddly determined and scared at the same time. He reached for my zipper to let my dick back out, but his fingers were too wet, and he fumbled with it. I could see that his hands were shaking. I took his hands off my zipper and backed away from him. I sat on my bed and offered him my desk chair. He remained standing. “You don’t sound like you want to have sex.” “I don’t think that matters. I think I just have to. Just have to.” “You won’t even say the word.” Gabriel looked at me with pleading eyes. “I think I have to. To prove things one way or another.” I crossed my legs on my bed. “You’re willing to risk our friendship just to find out?” He frowned and said, “It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just…” he paused for a few seconds, then quietly said, “sex.” He really didn’t sound ready for sex. “You’ve never had sex before,” I said. “You don’t know how it changes things.” “It doesn’t have to.” “We’ve been friends and roommates for years. There will be no way to un-ring this bell.” He threw his arms down in frustration and turned around in a complete circle. “Fine! I don’t care! I want to make this fucking vibrating and incessant need end already! I’m ready for the consequences.” He approached my bed again, but I lifted my leg, stopping him with my foot. “I’m not.” Gabriel plopped on my chair. “Why not?” “Like I said, let’s think this through. Let’s say we have sex, and one of us absolutely hates it. How will we be able to face each other?” Gabriel looked confused. “It can be bad?” “Sex can be very bad.” “Well, that sucks,” he said, exhaling loudly. “You think someone would’ve told me that by now.” Plainly, I said, “I don’t want to wreck our friendship with bad sex.” “It might be good, though,” Gabriel tried. Quietly, he added, “The sex.” “You’re right. It might. But then, when you stop taking these pills? When your hormones return to normal and your libido isn’t driving you half mad?” Gabriel grew quiet, then said, “I hadn’t thought of that.” “Yeah. I know. Because you’re half mad.” Gabriel shook his head. “I’ve seen you stay friends with guys you’ve done it with. That Lewis guy in college?” “True. We could buck the odds. But I’ve got some more questions for you. And you’re not going to like them. Okay?” Gabriel nodded. “Do you want to suck my dick?” Gabriel winced. “Do you want me to suck your dick?” He grew pale and looked physically disgusted. “Do you want to stick your dick up my ass?” “Stop it!” he called out, instinctively closing his eyes tightly and putting his hand over his ears. “Do you want me to stick my dick up your ass?” I asked loud enough for him to hear it through his hands. Gabriel grew even paler, sickly so, and nearly heaved. “As I thought.” It took him a minute or so, but Gabriel regained composure of himself. “I’m sorry. It’s not you.” “I know it’s not me. I’m eminently fuckable. You’re just on weird hormone pills. They’ve warped your perception of reality. You don’t really want to have sex.” Gabriel slammed his fist onto the arm of my desk chair. “I need this feeling to stop. I hate this feeling. I want it to go away. And masturbating doesn’t make it go away for very long. And it takes so god damn long to masturbate.” I threw a blanket over him and put my hand on his knee. “You know what my advice will be.” “I’m not dropping out of the study. It’s only ¼ the way through, and look how big I’ve gotten. I can’t turn this opportunity down.” “I figured you’d say that.” I went over to my luggage and took out Gabriel’s gift. I handed it to him, and he looked confused. “For me?” he asked. “For you.” He opened it, and pulled out a device Sheila called a fleshlight. She said they were her best sellers among her male customers. “What is it?” “A masturbatory aid. They’re kinda new. Sheila told me about them. Read the instructions. I suspect it’ll help you with your problem.” “Really?” “Sheila sold me one for my own use too. I can’t last two minutes in one of these things.” “Thank you!” he said. “And…are you ready for some more advice?” “Sure.” “Start picturing things in your head. Guys. Girls. Guys with girls. Girls with girls. Guys with guys. Hell, happy fluffy bunnies—I don’t really know. Try to think of something that will speed things up. Physical stimulation alone isn’t cutting it for you anymore.” Gabriel nodded. “I’ll try.” He stood up, the blanket falling to the floor. He picked up his towel, and stopped at my door. “Thanks, Auggie. You’re a good friend.” To myself, I thought, “I’m a stupid friend.” Out loud, I said, “Tomorrow, I’m posting new ground rules. Rules for both of us to follow until the study ends.” Gabriel nodded. “Smart. That’s smart.” He smiled at me. His perfect Gabriel smile. “Thanks for turning me down. Night.” “No problem. Night.” I smiled back, wanly. Before he was out of earshot, I added, “You done with the bathroom?” He nodded. Good. I needed a cold shower. 41 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CarlV9 Posted October 31, 2022 Share Posted October 31, 2022 Thank you for the amazing new chapters! I am loving how the story progresses but can’t help but notice how Michael character was set up before Gabriel’s latest change. You story has become my new weekly wait right after House of the dragon finale. Again though thank you for writing this story 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted October 31, 2022 Share Posted October 31, 2022 Lovely couple of chapters. I’m still unsure of where this ends up, but I’m liking the slow build. As if something is going to explode… 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shahrazad2 Posted November 1, 2022 Share Posted November 1, 2022 Oooh! I am so happy you post two chapter updates... it is super satisfying. Honestly not sure how I feel about Michael. He seems like he won't go away and that seems like it will be a problem, but awesome job showing those attitudes. Auggie turning Gabriel down was well done and really makes me feel for both characters and how they're good guys. I'm hoping deep down that Auggie and Gabriel do end up together (though it needn't be in a sexual sense) but I'm really loving how you're showing that Gabriel isn't magically turned allosexual by these hormones even if physically he's experiencing heightened sexual urges. I find myself equally rooting for Gabriel to prove that he's really and truly ace and for him and Auggie to have a romantic and sexual relationship... your writing and ability to make me feel for the characters is that good. Also, I'll admit to checking in on this site every day just to see if there's an update (again, no pressure, but this was a delightful Halloween treat). I'm curious whether Auggie's suggestions will help or just stem the pressure a little, and I'm curious about what Gabriel will think about. 6 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Muscleguysonly Posted November 4, 2022 Share Posted November 4, 2022 the way i’m obsessed with this story. i literally check everyday for and update 2 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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