NickMuscleFan Posted February 26 Author Share Posted February 26 After one month of training camp, Dino came home to finish the last five months of police training at the local county facility, where he’d be in classes from 9 to 5 every weekday. He texted me when he got back. ‘You gotta see this. I’m coming over’ Soon, I heard his Camaro roar into my driveway. I heard the loud thud of him shutting the car door. My heart was pounding hard in anticipation. I knew from talking to him while he was away that the morning 5K runs he took every morning had shredded him up. But at the same time, he’d gained muscle mass from the ‘take all you want, but eat all you take’ policy of the camp’s cafeteria. I let him in through the side door. He had on black tactical boots, jeans, and a police issue shirt. He was huge. Almost wider than he was tall. He grabbed me and kissed me, and walked me back until I was up against a wall. He broke off the kiss. “Miss me?” he asked. We were both breathing heavy. “Yes.” He undid the top button of his shirt. His chest pushed the shirt open, straining the next button. He undid that button, and more chest swelled out. “Wait,” I said. I reached out and slowly undid the third button. His massive chest pushed out even more. I could see deep striations. “My body fat feels like 1%, bro.” He flexed his chest and made the striations dance and writhe. “I shaved myself down so you could see them better. I been dreaming of you pec fucking these hogs.” I ran my finger up the deep pec valley. He had a thick chain on his neck that dug into his skin like a too tight choker collar. “What’s with this?” I asked. I couldn’t even get my finger under it. “My mom gave it to me awhile back. She said ‘Dinos, why you not wear my gift anymore?’ so I put it back on. It used to hang loose.” He flexed his neck, and the chain almost exploded apart. “Wait!” I said. I reached behind his neck and undid the clasp. I put it down on a table, then I rubbed the indentations that ringed his bullneck. His skin was oily with viscous sweat. “I know a guy who can add more links to your chain.” “Yeh? You’d do that for me, bro.” he whispered into my ear. I reached inside his shirt and felt his traps. “Jesus Christ , Dino.” “Help me outta this shirt, Tommy. You gotta see.” We got his shirt off him. He stepped back from me. The waistline of his jeans was slack, but his quads stretched them tight. His torso flared out, pure shred and mass. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. He sat down on the sofa and took off his boots. His grainy muscles rippled as he struggled out of his jeans. He had on black posers. He stood up. The posers fit him like a thong. He flexed his abs and they clenched up like cobblestone. “Feel this shit, bro.” He took my hand and put it on his stomach. “Pinch the skin,” he said. I put my index finger and thumb on one of his cobblestones. The skin so tight and thin, I could see the veins. I pinched it and rolled it in my fingers like Saran Wrap. I let go of it and it snapped back into place. I rubbed my hand on his 8 pack. He grunted, then sucked his abs into a vacuum pose. His chest heaved as his stomach clenched into a deep maw of muscle latticework. My hand caressed his iron obliques. “Not bad for 278, huh?” he said. “No way,” I said. “Go get your scale.” I went and got the scale, and put it on the living room floor. He stepped on it, and we watched as the digital readout flashed higher and higher. It stopped at 279. He stepped off the scale with a satisfied smirk. He was built like a younger, more massive version of Hadi Choopan. A shredded 279 pound future cop. I got on my knees and peeled his posers off him. It wasn’t easy. His ass and quads were so big. The posers were stretched to fuck by the time he stepped out of them and had his way with me. I had gained some size myself, but he handled my 220 pounds with powerful ease. I had abstained for the month he was gone, just like he’d asked me to, and it paid off in spades as I wallowed in his massiveness, and he maneuvered me around for his pleasure. By the time we finished, two legs of my sofa had snapped, and we had smashed my heavy oak coffee table into pieces. He’d been here three hours, and I felt like I’d been through a triathlon. We showered together and I scrubbed down his Herculean back and deep ass crack. The soapy water ran along the striations of his ballooned glutes. Afterwards, we went back to the living room, and I laid on my skewed sofa and watched him get dressed. I picked up his gold chain and handed it to him. He shoved it into his pocket. “We can get that fixed whenever you want,” I said. His neck still had indents around it, like a chain of hickies. “Sounds good.” Then he left. The next few months went by quickly. I had to travel a lot for work. Dino was busy during weekdays with training and lifting, and he was working nights and weekends at the diner. We did get his chain fixed. My friend Joey worked at a fancy jewelry store in town, so I took Dino there to meet him. They were such total opposites. Joey tended hard towards flamboyant and fabulous, and Dino was such a strong silent type, I wasn’t sure what to expect. It went better than I thought. Joey even got a little giddy around him, but it was hard not to, especially when he showed up in his police training uniform. Dino ended up graduating in the top ten percent of his class. One night he showed me how he’d learned to take apart a gun. Guns usually make me uneasy, but watching Dino disassemble a Glock 22, then put it back together with his thick hands was so goddamn erotic. It didn’t hurt that he was naked and had me rubbing gun lube all over him while he did it. When he finished with the Glock, I lubed up his other two 25” guns. A week after his graduation, I took him out to an nice Italian restaurant to celebrate. As the hostess led us to our seats, I watched people’s reactions as they saw Dino waddling through the restaurant in his button down shirt and snug fitting dress pants. He was bigger than ever and hard to miss. The place was known for its huge portions, and I loved watching Dino eat as much as he loved eating. So when the waitress brought out his fettuccine Alfredo in an oversized pasta bowl, we were both pleased. The only distraction was a family of four that was a few tables away from us. The father kept obnoxiously complaining to the waitress about everything. People at surrounding tables rolled their eyes and shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Dino didn’t seem to notice. He was about halfway through the bowl when he said, “You wanna go to Vegas?” That took my attention away from the jerk at the other table. “Sure,” I said. “When?” “Tonight.” “Tonight? Why?” “So we can get married.” I dropped my fork, and my jaw. “Dude. Seriously? Why the rush? I’m not even pregnant.” “We’ll have to keep trying,” he said with a smirk. “What about tickets?” “I already booked them. We’re on tonight’s red eye.” “I’d have to pack,” I said, my heart racing. “When you were gone last week I went to your place and packed a bag for you. It’s in my trunk.” “You cocky fuck,” I said, and he chuckled as he continued to eat. “Where’s my ring?” I asked. “Joey has the rings. I picked them up last week too. He’s bringing them here later.” “You’re not fucking around?” “Do I look like I’m fuckin’ around?” he said, still eating. There was a cream coated fettuccini noodle hanging down his chin. “We can join the mile-high club on the way,” he added. “You and I would definitely not fit in an airplane bathroom together.” “We’ll have room. We’re flying first class. Then we’re staying in the bridal suite at the Bellagio.” “Oh yeh? How are you paying for all this?” “My dad sold the diner. He’s moving back to Greece with Mom, and he gave me my share of the sale. You up for this or what?” “God yes. Jesus.” My head was spinning. I reached across the table a took his hand. He rubbed my palm with his meaty thumb. “Hey,” I said, “can Jack come, and be our witness?” “I already booked him. He said he had the perfect bridesmaid outfit picked out.” We both laughed. I was getting all verklempt. Just then, the obnoxious father passed our table and went over to the wait station and started yelling at the waitress. When he finished, he turned to go back to his seat. The waitress looked all shook up. As the guy passed our table, Dino grabbed him by his forearm and pulled him down to face level. The jerk was about to yell out, but Dino squeezed his arm harder, and I saw the guy’s face go ashen. “If you continue to berate the wait staff, you’re going to have a 290 pound problem on your hands,” Dino said calmly. Although I saw a vein in his forehead starting to bulge out and pulse. “My fiancé and I are trying to have a nice evening. Capiche?” The jerk shook his head yes. “Oh,” added Dino, pulling the jerk’s face closer to his. Speckles of Alfredo sauce hit his face as Dino spoke. “Leave a one hundred percent tip. I memorized your license plate when you were being an ass to the valet when we pulled up. I will run your plate, find out where you live, and hunt you down when you least expect it.” Then he let go of his arm. The guy scurried back to his table, rubbing his forearm. People applauded, including the wait staff. “You gonna eat that?” he asked, nodding at my half eaten bowl of bolognese. I slid the bowl over to him. “Did you really memorize his plate number?” “Hell no. But he doesn’t know that.” He started eating again, nonplussed. I could hardly wait to get to Vegas. 21 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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