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[muscleaddict]

2 minutes ago, crushme99 said:

Sign him up.  Immediately.     If his accent is too terrible we can always pull a Henry Higgins on him.

I had to Google that one!  

[Louis24689383]

A Pygmalion muscle story, now there's an idea. 

The strain on the chain is mainy for the gain.

[muscleaddict]

FOUR

ALFIE

There’s only one thing to do on Instagram that’s more fun than an Ask Me Anything, and that’s an Anonymous Ask Me Anything. People can be as brave and outrageous and flirtatious as they like with their questions without the fear of being blocked. Not that I would block anyone for being any of those things. Because those are the questions that I love receiving. Not the ones about training and SARMs and bodybuilding. But the ones about my shiny trunks and novelty socks and how sexy I apparently am.

Like the question I’m replying to right now as I sit in a booth in the Juice Room at the gym this Saturday afternoon while I kill some time before I have to meet my dad for one of our once-a-month lunches.

I upload a video of me getting tanned backstage at the Johnny Hoxton Classic a few weeks back while just wearing a tanning sock. I then spin around to reveal my thick naked glutes. I add a clip of Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” to the video. That feels like an appropriate response to the question, “Why are you so sexy?”. 

I head to the NGL app to see if any more questions have come in and I laugh out loud at the first new one I read. 

Not a question. Just a thank you for everything you do for the dwarf community.

I know exactly who’s behind it. I pause for a moment, trying to think of an appropriate response. And then it hits me.

And thank YOU @dannykingbodybuilder for all your support for the dwarf porn industry (I’ve seen your Internet history, mate.)

I go back to the questions and read the next one

How much to feel your biceps??

And now I’m smiling like crazy. That could also very well be my flatmate having a joke. But I've received enough of those types of questions in the past to know that whoever wrote that could also be deadly serious.

I go back to my main feed to find the red notification telling me I have a new message. I click on the icon, expecting to see a DM from Danny. But it’s not. It’s from that shredded_muscle_lover97 guy who has Mitchell “The Machine” Murray’s torso as his profile picture. The one who messaged me last weekend out of the blue after I posted the video of me posing in the street in my orange Next Level Posers trunks.

Is that the outfit you wear when you do your weekly Tescos shop?

I bark out a laugh loud enough for a few of the guys in the Juice Room to look at me. This muscle lover guy is one funny dude. I send a message back to him.

Mate - how did you know?

It’s not as funny as his original message, but it's something. Three dots appear to tell me that shredded_muscle_lover97 is typing a reply.

You know that old dear who keeled over and died in the meat aisle when she saw your huge glutes wobbling down the aisle last week? That was my nan. RIP granny muscle_lover.

And now I’m laughing out loud again.

“What’s tickled YOU?”

I look up to see Jason Fox - my coach and one of my best friends standing over me.

“Just … something on Instagram,” I say, locking my phone and feeling weirdly sheepish. 

“Your new flatmate was in here yesterday,” Jason tells me, with a little grin.

“Oh yeah. He said he’d come. Was he okay?”

“Mmmm. He seemed a bit … awkward at first. I think he was a bit nervous?”

I bark out a laugh. “Yeah - that sounds about right.”

“He seems really sweet, to be fair. I said hello to him and he seemed kind of … happy about it? Like it was a big deal that I’d spoken to him.”

I’m full-on smiling. Nick IS fucking sweet.

“Well, you ARE sort of a celebrity," I tell Jason. "In bodybuilder circles. But yeah - he is really nice. I had a right game trying to get him to take a picture in front of the flexing bull. I had to get him to close his eyes. He was embarrassed to flex because people were walking past.”

Jason bites his lip and grins. “So … he’s basically the complete opposite of you? Has he done many shows?”

“I think he’d said he’d done two?” I look at my phone to check the time. “I gotta dash, mate.”

“Where you off to?”

“Just meeting a mate,” I lie, not looking at Jason. I don’t make a habit of lying to my friends, I just haven’t really spoken to Jason about my dad much. I’ll definitely tell him more when the time is right. I just haven’t quite mustered up the energy to have that conversation yet.

As I’m walking out of The Muscle Factory, I take another sneaky look at Instagram, opening up my conversation with that shredded_muscle_lover97 guy and smiling again at his last message about me killing off his nan in Tescos.

Dad is waiting for me outside the pizza place we usually go to when I’m not prepping. I wonder what people think when they see us together. It’s kind of hilarious just how different we are from each other. 

He’s wearing one of his loud, colourful jumpers that stretches over his large stomach. I often wonder whether he has any sort of inclination or desire to lose weight. Or is he happy being the size that he is? 

“Ey up, Alf!” he says when he sees me.

“Hi, Dad.”

You know that whole stereotype that large-framed people are cheerful and jolly? My dad matches that perfectly. You’d THINK we’d get on really well. And on the surface, I guess we do. But it’s like there’s a disconnect there. This … something between us that we don't ever talk about.

“So, what’s been going on with you, Alf?” Dad asks as we sit down at a window table we’ve been led to by a waitress who seemed a little shy every time she looked at me.

“Ummm. Not much. Oh - we’ve got a new flatmate.”

“Is he like you and - the other one?”

I smile. “Mmmm. Sort of! Just … a bit smaller.”

I look over to see the waitress and a guy she works with who looks a little camp both looking right at me. The waitress then whispers something into his ear. I feel a flutter in my chest and smile to myself. I guess I’m used to having admirers. The tight white t-shirt I’m wearing which brilliantly shows off my freshly pumped biceps probably isn’t helping the situation.

“Oh, I’m going to London next week as well,” I tell Dad as my eyes scan the menu.

“That’s ace!” he replies with an excited look. “You going with friends?”

“Nah. It’s a work thing,” I say, putting my menu down. I look up to see the camp waiter walking towards us. “I’m doing, like a photoshoot and filming some videos with my sponsor.”

The waiter approaches us. Yeah - he’s gay, for sure. And he’s definitely checking me out. He seems a bit nervous. But also, sort of … intrigued, I guess. As he looks from my dad to me. Maybe he’s trying to figure out what the relationship is here. Because you’d have to be both deaf and blind to not figure out that my dad is gay. (sorry, Mum!) Oh God. I hope this waiter doesn’t think me and my dad are some sort of … couple. Jesus. That’s just wrong. On so many levels. 

And then out of nowhere, I have another random thought. What if THIS waiter guy is the person behind that shredded_muscle_lover97 profile who I’ve been DM’ing on Instagram? I mean … it’s possible? I give him a little smile as he takes my menu off me, feeling weirdly shy as I do so.

“Well, I'm sure you’ll have a fab time,” my dad says. “Me and Kevin have had some ace weekends down in London.”

I give him a tight-lipped smile and a little nod. Kevin is my dad’s boyfriend. When I was a teenager and I first found out about him and my dad, I was such a little shit to Kevin. Not that he ever did anything wrong. He was always so nice to me. I think I just did it because I knew I could get away with it. Because he and Dad were dying for my approval. Plus, I guess it was my way of dealing with the whole thing of being a teenager and finding out my mum and dad split up because Dad is actually gay and now lives with a man called Kevin who he collects teapots and Royal Family memorabilia with.

“Well, I’m going Monday to Tuesday so, I dunno - it probably won’t be that much fun. I dunno what I’m gonna do on the night. They’re putting me up in a hotel though.” 

“Have you got friends down in London?”

I think and wrinkle my nose. “Mmmm. I know a few bodybuilders but … they’re not really, like, mates I can just text and meet up with.”

“Maybe you could take a friend with you?” Dad suggests.

Huh. That’s actually not a bad idea. Could I rope anyone into coming all the way to London with me on a Monday night? Weirdly - my first thought is Nick. I just feel like he’d be a really fun person to take to a Got Shredz Nutrition shoot at a hardcore bodybuilding gym in London. Maybe afterwards I could rope him into taking part in another Posing In Public video. And then I remember - it’s Nick’s first day at his Internship on Monday. So that rules that option out.

I always like seeing my dad, but I also always feel this strange sense of relief when our lunches come to an end. Is that a terrible thing to think? It’s like, I’ve done my duty for the month. I can relax. 

I fall asleep for an hour or so when I get back to the flat and wake up to find a ton more anonymous questions in the NGL App. One sticks out to me more than the others.

How many pairs of trunks do you have?

HA! I love that question. Mostly because I love posing trunks. I don’t know why. I just always have. Shiny trunks just look so fucking bad-ass contrasting next to bronzed skin and hard muscle. The shinier the better. I’ve built up quite the collection. Twenty-one pairs in fact. Mostly from Next Level Posers (no one makes shinier trunks than those dudes). I realise that’s probably quite excessive. But if nothing else, they’re always handy for Instagram posts.

I dive into my trunk drawer (yes - I have a separate drawer for my posers!), grab a couple of pairs, throw them onto the bed and snap a picture with my phone. Then I upload it replying to the question, feeling the need to bend the truth a little.

Erm. Probably about 15 pairs!

I feel a weird mix of nerves and excitement as I upload it. A DM comes through almost straight away. I instantly start smiling when I see it’s from that shredded_muscle_lover97 guy. He’s forwarded the reply with a message underneath.

OMG!! WE NEED TO SEE THEM ALL!

So I’m guessing this guy’s a trunk fan too? Most guys into bodybuilders are, I guess. I don't even hesitate to message him back.

Haha! My man!

Three dots tell me he’s replying.

It’s cute you think I’m joking but okay.

I bark out a laugh. A dozen potential replies come into my head. I could ask him if he’s a trunk fan. I could ask him what his favourite colour is to see a bodybuilder wearing. But it all just feels a bit … much. And a little wrong. Like I’m maybe baiting him or something? Like I’m leading him on, I guess. I lock my phone to take the temptation of replying away and leave it on my bed.

When I walk into the kitchen and living area, Nick’s on the sofa watching something on TV. He gives me a little shy smile when he sees me.

“Are you watching … a kid’s cartoon?”

He looks embarrassed and changes the channel. “No!” he protests. 

I give him a suspicious look. “Okay. I believe you.”

He sheepishly grins and picks up his phone. I make some pasta and sit next to Nick on the sofa as I tuck into it. Straight away, I notice his eyes going down to my arms. He does that quite a lot when I’m only wearing a vest. 

“Jason says he saw you at the gym yesterday? How you finding it?”

“Yeah. Good. Well … it’s a little intimidating by myself.”

I can’t help smiling at Nick. He really is so sweet.

“But … I dunno. Seeing how big some of the guys who train there are. I’m kind of getting the urge to compete again.”

I laugh. “Already?”

Nick bashfully smiles and nods.

“So … I know you don’t post them to Instagram. But are you ever gonna show me your comp pics?”

Nick bites his lip, looking a little nervous. I look back at him with a teasing smirk. He does a little sigh and picks up his phone. My chest tightens in anticipation. I don’t know why but I’m really excited to see what Nick looks like on stage competing. And I’m about to get my answer. I put my pasta bowl down and take Nick’s phone off him.  

“Nick! You look fucking awesome!” I say, looking at a picture of a shredded, competition conditioned Nick, bronzed up and cranking out an abs and thighs pose on stage while still wearing his glasses. Okay, admittedly he’s not exactly massive, but he still looks bloody good. Better than I expected, in fact. Although, I would never actually say that to Nick. 

But it’s not just the physique I’m impressed by.

“Wow - those are some BOLD trunks.”

Nick is wearing THE shinest pair of hot pink posing trunks. What the fuck?

“What’s a nice, sweet boy like you doing wearing such nasty posers?”

Nick gives me a tight-lipped smile. 

“Wait - are those from Next Level Posers?”

Nick’s giddily grinning at me and nods. 

“One second!” I say, jumping up and leaving the room. I go into my trunk drawer and retrieve my own hot pink trunks from Next Level Posers. The same colour and style as the ones in Nick’s picture.

“Ta-dah!” I say, rushing back into the room and holding my trunks up to my groin. 

Nick’s giddily grinning at me. Like he can’t stop smiling. His cheeks have gone red too. 

“I can’t believe I finally have a flatmate who has decent taste in trunks,” I gush, sitting back down on the sofa next to Nick, with the pink trunks now on the cushion next to me.

“Here’s another one …” Nick says, handing me his phone and suddenly looking a little nervous. And now I’m looking at a picture of Nick squeezing out a crab most muscular in his geeky specs and hot pink trunks. His physique looks even better in this pose, with his mightily impressive traps erupting and threatening to touch his earlobes. But the best thing about the picture? Nick is outrageously sticking his tongue out!

“What the hell?” I say, laughing. Nick’s giving me a bashful smile. I can tell he’s getting a kick out of my reaction.

“Is this the same sweet, shy Nick who was too embarrassed to pose in front of the flexing bull last Monday?”

Nick beams at me. “I didn’t plan to do that on stage! Trust me! I don't know what came over me. I think it was, like, the audience cheering me on. And the atmosphere. And the other lads on stage with me.”

“Yeah - I definitely get swept in all of that. I tend to get a bit cocky myself on stage.”

Nick nods as I hand him back his phone. He’s got this big ominous grin on his face.

“What?” I ask, grinning,

“Nothing. Just … I kinda know," he says. Then he looks all sheepish. "Just from, like, Instagram and stuff.”

I bite my lip and nod. I don't know why but I love the thought of little Nick Malone checking out my pictures on Instagram.

“How long have you been following me on Instagram?” 

He looks embarrassed and pulls a face. “Mmmm. Dunno.”

‘Nick?” I say, in a teasing voice. “Are you a bit of a fanboy?”

He rolls his eyes. “Shut up! But … I mean, it's hard NOT to be a fan,” he says, biting his lip and looking sheepish again. My chest expands. I kind of love this! 

“Although … you’re no Danny King,” Nick teases.

My mouth falls open. I grab one of the sofa cushions and hit Nick with it. He laughs and looks a little flustered but happy. I'm sure his cheeks have gone red.

“Are you getting on okay with Danny?”

Nick’s face falls and he suddenly looks serious. Then he wrinkles his nose. Oh wow. I guess that’s a no.

“I just … I dunno. Like we haven't really spoken much? I’m not sure if he ... actually likes me.”

I furrow my eyebrows at him. “Oh, what - because you’re SO unlikeable, Nick? Trust me - it’s not that. Danny can be a bit quiet and moody sometimes. He gets like this when he’s prepping for a show. Don’t take it personally. You guys have just got to get to know each other.”

Nick bites his lip and nods.

“We should do something. The three of us. Like … a sort of, welcome to the flat drink!”

The corner of Nick’s mouth curls into a happy little grin. “Mmmm. Sounds good.”

“Cool! You’re not seeing your mates tonight, are you?”

Nick suddenly looks nervous. “Oh - what, you mean go out tonight?”

I laugh. “Yeah. Why not?” I say, leaping off the sofa and heading out of the room. I knock on Danny’s bedroom door and wait for him to respond. “Yeah?” I hear him call out.

I open the door to find him lying on his bed, his laptop to the side of him. His insane arms bulging out of a white t-shirt. 

“All right? What you up to?”

Danny shrugs. ”Nowt.”

I close his bedroom door behind me so Nick doesn’t overhear. “I’m taking Nick for a drink. A sort of, welcome to the flat drink.”

Danny looks at me suspiciously with an eyebrow arched. “Right …”

I look at him wide-eyed. “Thought it might be nice if, you know, you came too?”

“Are you joking? Mate - I’m five weeks out. I can’t go drinking.”

“Obviously YOU wouldn’t be drinking.”

“So … what’s the point?”

I lower my voice. “Nick thinks you don’t like him.”

Danny screws his face up. “Why?!”

I shrug. “I mean … you haven’t exactly been that friendly to him, have you, mate?”

Danny pulls a confused face, but I can tell my comment has got him thinking. 

“I’ve barely spoken to him though!”

I give Danny a pointed look. He lets out a big groan and rolls his eyes. “FINE!”

HA. I smile to myself that I’ve got my own way and head back out to the living room.

“Get your best skinny jeans on!” I say to Nick. “The three of us are going out.”

[crushme99]

6 hours ago, muscleaddict said:

“Get your best skinny jeans on!” I say to Nick. “The three of us are going out.”

And the plot, as they say, most decidedly thickens.

It's always a day-brightener when a chapter of a muscleaddict story pops up on the screen.  I hope there's like 67 chapters to this one.

[muscleaddict]

47 minutes ago, crushme99 said:

And the plot, as they say, most decidedly thickens.

It's always a day-brightener when a chapter of a muscleaddict story pops up on the screen.  I hope there's like 67 chapters to this one.

Awww - bless you, mate. That's really sweet. I would say things start moving a bit faster now! 

On another note, I know not everyone checks my Twitter but it looks like more and more bodybuilders are starting to use Next Level Posers?   

https://twitter.com/cjamesauthor/status/1665388027831623682

[Bjort]

Mmmm do I sense a buzzed muscle bro pink poser pose off/mutual worshiping session? .  Yeehaw!!!

[Built22]

Whoawoooooow 

Omg could not contain my excitement when I saw a new story post from ma..

And omg mate you don't disappoint ..

You are the master when it comes to writing muscle friction. 

Can't wait for more chapters

[muscleaddict]

6 hours ago, Built22 said:

Whoawoooooow 

Omg could not contain my excitement when I saw a new story post from ma..

And omg mate you don't disappoint ..

You are the master when it comes to writing muscle friction. 

Can't wait for more chapters

Haha! Glad you're enjoying it, mate. Always great to see familiar users from past stories on board for a new one. Not sure how Nick and Alfie stack up against the likes of Woody and Deano yet! Might have to do some sort of "vote for your favourite characters from my stories" poll when the story's done.

[Wrestlejock646]

6 hours ago, muscleaddict said:

 Might have to do some sort of "vote for your favourite characters from my stories" poll when the story's done.

Nooooooooooooo, that's not fair. They're all favorite characters...not a single non-favorite in the bunch

!

[muscleaddict]

18 hours ago, Wrestlejock646 said:

Nooooooooooooo, that's not fair. They're all favorite characters...not a single non-favorite in the bunch

!

Come on, mate. You must have a few extra special favourites!