High School Muscle Gods - Part 5 & 6

[countmuscle]

Parts 1-4

Part 5

Mike looks back on his senior year of high school as the happiest time of his life. After the horned up muscle bros adopted him into their group, he felt like they'd be soul mates forever. Caught in his sensual fantasy, he put out of his mind that in a few short semesters, they'd probably be moving to different cities and going to different colleges.

As senior year wears on, Mike continues to grow impressively, but at a natural rate, as quickly as strict diet and exercise (and daily, sometimes hourly fucking sessions) will allow. He gains maybe five pounds or so of muscle every month. Brett, Brandon and particularly Kyle always try to get him to take steroids, to get on their freak level -- or at least approach it. He resists, but finally he compromises by starting to inject testosterone in his quad each week.

That, along with his excellent adherence to their bodybuilding regimen, seems to supercharge his muscular development. 

By May, ten months after he'd first fingered Kyle in the boy's room stall, Mike is 5'8 and 190 pounds of lean muscle -- fully 50 pounds of muscle gained. 

The 18 year old, formerly skinny geek is a bona fide hunk. Huge, handsome, and yet non-threatening, everyone seems to have a crush on him, from nerdy closet cases to the popular girls. His thick arms and chest get nonstop admiration and compliments from his schoolmates and family. His voice seems to grow deeper, his stubble comes in thicker each morning, he notices dark body hair starting to pepper his chest and abs. Mike's confidence soars through the rafters.

As Mike grows in size, the trio's already considerable attraction grows even more intense. Mike is now used to almost constant disruptions during his AP classes. Whether it's Kyle, Brett, Brandon, or all three, they won't even come into the classroom anymore to grab him. He'll just spot a massive shadow looming outside the door, smell the pheromones already filling the air, and feel a text notification in his pocket. No matter what's going on, even if it's during an exam, he'll know it's time to get up and leave the class for a fuck session. No excuse needed. Every day he packs two sets of extra clothes in his backpack -- plus towels to clean up the torrents of cum they'll unleash.

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The craziest thing about the trio -- other than their size -- is their sex drive. All of them can and do cum maybe 6 or 7 times a day, with only a few minutes gap needed after an orgasm. And with three of them, it really adds up. It's like their minds never clear after sex -- like the sex just makes them horned for more sex. People take ecstasy to feel the way these guys do 24-7.

Kyle, as in all areas, is the most superlative here, his grapefruit balls producing seemingly limitless amounts of cum, his horniness never sated. His full cheeks are constantly flushed red with desire. 

Even on the football field, plowing through the opposing team's line, Kyle is fully hard, turned on by his own power -- or else by Brett and Brandon's beefy asses in football gear. 

Usually after winning the game, back in the locker room, Kyle peels off his football pants and finds he has cum multiple loads. 

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One time, sitting in the same history class where they first met, Mike watches Kyle absent-mindedly flex his giant veiny arm, bored, exposing his bushy, dark pits. 

Then Kyle gets a whiff of his own musk. His pupils dilate. He smells his pit harder and louder, sticks his whole face in, not realizing the obscene, animalistic spectacle he's making. 

Everyone in class is staring at him. 

Kyle's dick instantly springs to life, and in seconds not only the head but four full inches of shaft are spilling out of his mesh shorts under the schooldesk, drooling cum to the classroom floor and dribbling it on his size-14 sneakers. 

His inhalations continue to get noisier, and he moans and groans loudly. A legit puddle of pre-cum is forming on the floor. The teacher is used to ignoring his displays, but this is going too far. Any moment, she'll have to say something.

Mike taps Kyle on his giant shoulder to pull him out of his pit fever-dream. 

"Psst! Bro, you gotta chill!”

For a second, Kyle snaps out of it and realizes his mistake. He lowers his massive arm. His cock seems to recede back into his shorts. 

As wanton as his behavior at school is, even Kyle knows that he can't just cum one of his fire-hose loads in the middle of homeroom class and still get away with it. 

But then he notices Mike's new muscles under his stretched shirt, the thick shoulders and traps the little guy has built up, Mike's handsome face and thick neck... 

Kyle once again turns red and his dick starts leaking. Kyle spends most of the remaining class in agony, unable to cum, but his dick too hard and enormous for him to safely get up and take care of it in the restroom.

Eventually, to everyone's relief, including the teacher's, he falls asleep and snores loudly. Then Mike, Brett, and Brandon -- knowing that after edging like this Kyle's load will be unbelievably huge -- quickly lead him to the locker-room showers, like nurses leading a hulking, hung, fully erect, 330-pound patient.

 

Part 6: Christmas Eve, 2 years later

Mike arrives at the bar early, wanting to be there before Brandon, Brett and Kyle arrive. He has barely slept in days. He's been too excited by the prospect of seeing his high school buddies again for the first time since graduation.

After leaving for college in another state, Mike has followed the trio closely. 

He knows Kyle is widely expected to be one of the hottest drafts for NFL lineman when he graduates from UCLA. He knows Brett and Brandon both dropped out of college freshman year to pursue professional bodybuilding careers, that they're living in Venice Beach and both set to be two of the youngest-ever contenders for Mr. Olympia next year when they take the stage. 

But he knows that jacking off to their YouTube or IGs or to their occasional pidgin-English texts is different from seeing this scale of muscle in the flesh...

Mike sees a huge dark shape standing at the bar.

It's the back of a man in a black t-shirt and dark pants -- but it's as wide as three men. There are pug-like folds of skin where muscles of his neck meet his veiny, buzzed head. Mike sees his almost equally wide quads and hamstrings stuffed into stretched pants. They taper at his small waist, where an enormous, indecent ass shelf casts a deep shadow in the overhead light. 

He knows it's Kyle. But it can't be? How can he be so much bigger?

"What the fuck?!"

Kyle turns around. 

“MIKE!" Kyle roars. His special-made shirt can't contain what he's packing. 

His neck is now so thick with muscle Mike wonders how he can turn his head. His inflated pecs and shoulders press against the bottom of his chin as they balloon outward. Veins snake through his neck, arms, traps and forehead. 

Kyle's face looks different too. It’s like the amount of muscle padded onto his body has spread to even his jawline and brow, making them stronger, thicker, and squarer. The only things about him that haven't changed are his dark, handsome and yet kind eyes.

What blows Mike’s mind most of all are Kyle’s neck and traps. Most humans just have a neck. Yet Kyle has two enormous trap muscles roping into the back of his head, so freakishly wide and strong his literal bull neck seems like it’s fighting for space, his head small by comparison.

Before he can drink in the whole image, Kyle swallows him in a bear hug. The nostalgic, heart rate-elevating smell of pure testosterone fills Mike's nose. Kyle's muscles feel like warm granite.

"Good to see you buddy!" says Kyle. His voice is deeper, deep as gravel; it sounds computer-enhanced. 

"Kyle..." Mike is getting dizzy. "You're... you're...huge...your muscles...How..." 

(Mike is experiencing Muscle Proximity Brain Death.)

"You're looking pretty fuckin' yoked yourself, bro." 

Kyle's not wrong. 

Mike looks unbelievable. 

At 20, he's not even the size Brett, Brandon or Kyle were in high school. But he's still 5'8, 230 pounds, every muscle group full and beautiful. Years of testosterone and bodybuilding have made him a genuine beast, usually the most jacked guy in the gym. There isn't one gay guy who meets Mike and doesn't fantasize about his muscles.

Kyle grabs Mike's arm and forces him to flex. The 19 inch peak is impressive, or rather would be, if Kyle's 19-inch forearm weren't next to it.

“Damn Mike, not so little anymore!”

“Nothing like your mass, Kyle…”

“Oh this?” Kyle flexes a vascular, freakish arm, the largest Mike has ever seen. Every eye in the bar turns his way. “Still got it, I guess. 25 inches (not pumped). And I’m 385 pounds, weighed myself this morning. ‘Cuz I know you were about to ask.” (Arrogant wink.) Mike can’t get over how much deeper his voice sounds.

The other bar patrons stare at the two beefcakes embracing each other and flexing.

Kyle orders Mike a beer. The bartender stops in the middle of serving someone else and instinctively obeys the alpha. 

“Fucks sake. What are they feeding you boys at college these days?” the bartender asks, his mouth open. 

“Football team gets unlimited meals,” says Kyle.

“Well that’s perfect for you,” says Mike. 

“Cheers!” As Kyle lifts the glass to drink, his balled-up bicep is larger than his entire head.

There’s a moment of silence between them while Kyle looks Mike in the eyes. Mike blushes and averts his gaze.

He notices how Kyle’s veiny neck is so thick his T-shirt collar is stretched to breaking. Folds of padded muscle seem to surround his ears. There are veins in his forehead and skull. It looks like he’s flexing with all his might in a most muscular pose.. but he’s just standing around, relaxed. Mike’s eyes drift down to Kyle’s legs where an unbelievable width of quad muscle twitches and stretches his pants skin tight.

Finally Kyle speaks.

“Mike…” his voice the deepest bass imaginable. “You look amazing.” 

Then he notices Kyle’s flushed cheeks and what looks like a python growing in his trousers. Some things never change…

Before Mike can reply, he notices Kyle glancing behind him. 

Then Mike feels a strong hand squeezing his own bubble butt.

"MIKE?!" yells Brett. "You cannot be telling me this beast is our little Mikey..."

"Holy FUCK bro," says Brandon.

Mike spins around. He exhales sharply. His mouth goes dry. He can't believe what he's seeing.

Brandon and Brett have exploded in size, just as much as Kyle. 

Brett must be 5'9 and 300 pounds. Brandon's 6'2 and probably 320. Mike's head is spinning so fast; overstimulated, he feels like he might faint.

"Mmh... uhm...." Mike mutters. 

Brandon's veiny neck bulges out of a skin-tight, unbuttoned polo shirt, the collar stretched and flattened around his enormous, veiny traps. A sheer shelf of pec muscle explodes outward, making it impossible to focus on anything else. Brett's wearing an oversized hoodie, but Mike can still tell how much he has grown. Everywhere Mike looks he sees mounds of muscle.

Like Kyle, their faces and necks are fuller, veinier, looking flexed even while relaxed. Only their eyes remain unchanged.

Several people around the bar now have discreetly pulled out phones to record the four enormous bodybuilders.

“I can’t believe it bro, you’re finally juicing?” asks Brandon.

“Nah man, just TRT. And discipline,” says Mike.

“You look so good. This ass!” Brett grabs Mike’s perfect bubble butt with his meaty paw and squeezes hard. Brett's eyes roll back. “Damn! You still a top?” he says loudly.

“Um...More or less…”

“What a waste,” says Brandon, winking.

Brett leans close to Mike's face. Mike smells his beautiful musk, feels Brett's muscles pressing against his own huge pecs. He feels like a skinny, 140-pound geek all over again. 

"I can't wait for you to fuck me tonight bro," Brett murmurs in Mike's ear, softly and quietly. "It's gonna feel so fucking good. You miss fuckin your muscleboy?"

Without any discretion at all, Brett guides Mike's hand into his tight pants, which strain to contain the mass of his glutes. "You ready to fuck this 300-pound muscleboy tonight? Yes, sir, I've been waiting. 300 pounds of muscle, all yours, sir. You gonna give me your load tonight? It's gonna feel so good bro."

Mike's face turns red, his dick feels like it's going to explode. 

"All right, all right, give the guy a chance to breathe," says Brandon, pulling Brett off Mike.

“You guys look…” Mike falters. “I don’t know what to say. I’m speechless.”

He’s walled in. Wherever he looks he sees freak muscle. Kyle’s quads about to tear his pants. Brandon’s enormous shoulders. The huge veins snaking through Brett’s relaxed bicep. He notices everyone in the bar staring. Then he realizes that they all view him as one of them -- another truly massive muscle hunk.

They catch up for a few minutes, talk about life. Mike pretends to learn about Brett and Brandon’s lives. (He knows almost every detail from stalking them online.)

The two are already A-list celebrities in the pro bodybuilding world. They are living together in Venice Beach in a huge condo, earning big sums from their sponsorships, both aiming for the podium at the next Mr. Olympia. No doubt that very few of their fans, watching their ultra-bro-y content, realize they’re gay and fucking, sucking and jacking each other every few hours, usually five or six times a day.

Kyle is silent the whole time.

“Kyle, buddy... You ok?” asks Brandon suddenly.

Kyle is not listening.

His eyes are fixated on Mike’s bulging pecs and shoulders. He’s wheezing through his nose. His cheeks are crimson red, and he’s sweating. The veins snaking through his neck and head seem to be even more pronounced, somehow. Mike looks down and is shocked to see Kyle's 12-inch cock hard as iron and snaking down through his tight trousers, down his monster left thigh. A circle of dark precum is growing at the end of the bulge. 

“Oh fuck,” says Brett. “We better get him out of here.” 

It’s suddenly clear that Kyle could cum at any second.

Code red.

“Kyle. KYLE!” Brandon snaps his fingers loudly. The scary peak his bicep makes in the process shocks Mike. “Let’s go buddy, let’s go for a little walk, ok?” 

The circle of precum continues to grow. Kyle’s face is red, his eyes still locked on Mike’s plump chest. Brett and Brandon both look at each other, understanding the emergency, and push Kyle towards the exit. 

They leave the bar without paying (who cares). 

Fortunately it’s nighttime and raining hard, and people milling outside can’t see the snake growing in Kyle’s pants. Just the dark blur of four massive men rushing to a massive truck at the dark edge of the parking lot. 

“We better get in Kyle's truck - c’mon Mike,” says Brandon, pulling Mike close.

“Uh oh...I need to reach in Kyle's pocket to get the key,” says Brett.

“Be careful.”

Kyle’s face is growing redder and redder as he tries not to explode. His eyes remain locked on Mike’s newly beefy upper body.

Brett reaches into Kyle’s tight front pocket to grab the keys. A finger touches Kyle’s huge shaft. Kyle moans loudly and spews even more pre.

They unlock the truck and squeeze a panting, moaning Kyle into the driver's seat. Mike gets in the shotgun, Brandon and Brett in the backseat. 

For a moment, it’s quiet except Kyle’s horned up moaning and the pitter patter of rain. The air grows warm from the four horned men in the truck, and the windows fog over instantly.

Mike looks over and sees Kyle’s dark eyes still locked on his chest and arms.

Then Kyle grabs his shirt collar and RIPS his shirt down the middle. His absolutely enormous, hairy pecs spill out. 

Mike can’t believe the amount of size he’s put on. He looks like a mutant, a monster, minus his still boyishly handsome eyes.

Then Kyle rips open his pants crotch. The zipper tears. A button flies and hits the windshield. What looks like a pink, 12-inch PVC pipe flies out. It is throbbing and leaking pre-cum.

Weakly, Kyle whispers to Mike, “Take off your shirt.”

Mike obeys, revealing his huge chest and shoulders sprinkled with dark hair.

The flow of pre-cum leaking out of Kyle’s cock increases visibly.

Brandon and Brett are silently watching in the back seat, cocks out, each stroking the other’s thick shaft. 

“Kiss me,” whispers Kyle.

Mike leans over. His own massive pecs rub against Kyle’s; he has to push hard for his lips to reach Kyle’s bearded face through their thick armor of muscle. When they kiss, Mike’s eyes are wide open, taking in the outlines of Kyle’s freakish, veiny traps.

Mike guides Kyle’s meaty hand to rub his own newly muscular chest. He can’t believe how thick Kyle’s forearm feels in his grasp.

“You like my new muscles, don’t you, Kyle?” whispers Mike. 

“Uh huh.”

“You like this arm?” says a suddenly cocky Mike. He flexes an impressive peak in Kyle’s face. Kyle licks it, whimpering.

“Uh huh.”

Kyle’s dick twitches and gurgles out even more precum all over the drivers seat. 

“Oh my god bro,” mutters Brett from the back seat, stroking his throbbing dick. “You both look so fuckin hot.” 

“Fuckin studs,” says Brandon.

Now Mike — arm still flexed — looks back at the two 20-year-old IFBB pros squeezed in the back seat, cocks out and shirts off, jacking aggressively to his bicep. Their sweaty muscles pulse with strength. The vision is so arousing, Mike gets lightheaded again. 

Then he looks back at 385-pound Kyle in the driver’s seat, clothes torn apart, practically immobilized by his mounds of hairy muscle. His 12 inch cock ramrod straight and oozing all over the steering wheel. Kyle is rubbing his own pecs, his eyes gleaming with pleasure.

Mike grabs Kyle’s freak cock in his hand — his fingers can’t even close, it’s so big. He takes a deep breath and sucks.

Kyle roars with delight. It’s quite painful for Mike's jaw, but the peripheral vision of the mutant it’s attached to keeps him going. 

As the warm, salty pre-cum flows down his throat, he keeps thinking about the superhuman strength coursing through Kyle’s body, what it must feel like to have devoted every waking moment of your life to muscle, to cause shock and disbelief just by walking into a room...at age 20. To think of nothing but lifting, football, food, roids, and sex 24-7, every single day, never wavering, never tiring, just growing and growing. 385 pounds. 25 inch arms. 20 years old. The numbers keep echoing in Mike's head. Fuckin freak. Superhuman. Super strong. Monster. Mutant. Beast. Freak.

While sucking he glances to the back seat, at his audience of two jacking pro bodybuilders, each holding the other's thick cock in his hand, close to cumming. He realizes they're not far behind Kyle in size, focus, or strength. 

Then it hits Mike that they're jacking to him, at his massive shoulders, thick neck, and bulging arms. He thinks of the four of them growing together, all gods, fantasies come to life, totally unstoppable, roided out beasts...

The thought drives Mike to deepthroat Kyle's cock. Mike starts to cum without touching his dick, and in the same moment Kyle's orgasm starts. 

Kyle roars so loud and deep that Mike wonders if car alarms will go off.

He cums so much sperm down MIke's throat that Mike has to pull his cock out of his mouth so he doesn't choke. Kyle's ejaculation doesn't stop, though. He cums another 8 ropes, shooting all over the windshield until it's completely white and dripping cum. He cums all over his own hairy chest and monster shoulders and beard, slathering himself in hot, steaming cum.

Then Brett and Brandon, watching the unfolding scene, both cum simultaneously, each blowing his huge load onto the other's sweaty, pulsating pecs and face.

For a moment it’s silent again, except the pitter patter of rain, the drip drip of Kyle’s cum from the windshield onto the dashboard, and the four panting, cum drenched studs. 

Then Kyle speaks. 

“Mike…”

Mike looks over and sees Kyle’s eyes gleaming in the dark.

“Mike… I… I….” 

Kyle seems nervous. Something Mike’s never seen before.

“Yeah?”

“Bro…I… I… I… I think I… love you.”

“WHAT?!” scream Brett and Brandon in tandem. A chorus of deep bass voices bicker. “YOU love him!?” “The only thing you love is counting your abs in the mirror!” “You think you can take him from us just because you’re the biggest?!” “I love him way more than you do!” “No, I do!” “He’s mine!”

Mike blushes. His heart warms. In a moment he’ll tell them he loves them all equally. Whether it’s lust or love, whether the foursome can make it work forever, he’s not sure, but for now at least, he’s never felt happier.

[richard18]

hope there is more but its quite the happy ending as well as a hot one

[ToolShedCub]

can't wait for more on this one!!

[ToolShedCub]

2 minutes ago, ToolShedCub said:

can't wait for more on this one!!

also someone needs to ride Kyles monster cock.  Wish it was me

[emsgdh]

Thanks so much for this.

emsgdh

[FallenAway]

One of the hottest things in this chapter is the idea that Kyle is so massive and supercharged with cum that it would be dangerous for him to have an uncontrolled orgasm in a crowded bar.  Like . . . there would be casualties!  People would die! 

It isn't explicitly stated, but the way his friends react makes you wonder what his friends had witnessed that would make them so worried when they see him fully aroused.  That's good writing.

[AlphaLustSean]

My GOD! Edging from beginning to (hopefully not) end!

[Ro20316]

What a treat. What a story and what a End?. 

The three found someone kind on Mike and discovered his potential. They pushed him to be his best self and now they love each other to the moon and back.

Im sure The three will keep growing together and be even more intense than ever

[MuscleShow]

Congrats for these 2 new chapters, @countmuscle !

[Bjort]

Jusr….DAYUM!!!