The Professional Tease

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Part 1:

“Annnnnnd Submit.” Zack relaxed back into his dorm room computer chair, pleased with himself that he finished his freshman year of college with straight A’s. His mom would be so proud he thought as he took a deep breath in. It was time to celebrate. 
*Hey, wanna go out and celebrate the end of the semester? Maybe try out our new fake ID’s*
Zack texted his small friend group he had accrued while at school, being so far from home he had to make new friends, and damn did he get lucky. 
Coming in, his orientation group had an even mix of people, one guy who was here on a sports scholarship, a D1-A rugby player, another guy who was on a full ride academic scholarship in the pre-med program, and one guy who wasn’t extremely bright in other school subjects, but he was a tech guru. Although the four of them were incredibly different, they all seemed to fill a void in each others lives in just the right way. They had done everything together for the first few months of college, and now they had become inseparable. Chris, the athlete, Brian, the brains, Mark, the tech wiz, and Zack, the leader. 
Zack wasn’t entirely sure how he had become the leader of the pack, it just kind of happened, which was interesting. Chris was a big guy 6’2” and well over 200lbs, he was intimidating to look at, but kind to know. Brain was strikingly handsome, his jet black hair, high cheekbones, and sharp jawline, combined with his athletic swimmers body, he made for quite the sight. Last, Mark. Mark had come from a farm and he was pure corn fed beef; for a computer nerd, he looked more like a power lifter. Then there was Zack, little more than 5’6”, 120lbs soaking wet, the epitome of a twink. He felt he looked incredibly average, although anyone less humble would see just how striking he truly was. His brown hair contrasted incredibly with his dark olive green eyes, his jawline strong, and although he wasn’t very muscular, his body was toned. There was one other thing that set Zack apart from the rest of his crew, he was the only gay one. The other three were constantly chasing different girls, or sometimes the same ones, which Zack always found amusing. But when Zack had come out to them in those first weeks, they told him it wasn’t a big deal, it didn’t change a thing, they said all the right things. Now the only time it really gets brought up is when they go out and the other three try and push Zack to make a move on some other guy at the bar; the problem with that being, Zack was not only a virgin, but he wasn’t at all attracted to the guys that his friends would point out. 
Chris, Brian, and Mark would always point out more effeminate men, those who appeared at least, to be gay, but they weren’t Zack’s type. He was too embarrassed to admit to himself, much less anyone else what his type really was. But he knew, he loved giant muscle daddies. Towering figures thick with muscle and hair. But, he’d only ever seen pictures of men like this, they didn’t tend to hang around the college bars they frequented, and Zack was on no form to venture out on his own. 

*Sounds great, man! See you in 10!* Chris replied. 
*Same, I’ll come to your dorm in a few* Mark said. 
*I was already getting ready to head out, I’ll meet you all there* Brian chimed in.

The messages coming in quick succession brought Zack back to reality, he quickly hopped up from his chair and got dressed in something a little more appealing than a white T-shirt that hung off his frame like a dress, and old sweatpants. 
No sooner than he had finished getting dressed, there were three short raps on his dorm room door. Opening it, Zack was met with the overwhelming scent of Axe and Old Spice, Chris and Mark pulled him out of the room. 
“We’re going to find you someone tonight!” Chris said.
“We’ve been looking all semester, I think we’re ready to hook you up!” Mark added
“You guys are always trying to get me to go home with some random dude.” Zack joked, “Why can’t I just go home with you guys.” Zack said this not as a question, but as a joke between them. They always joked that if they weren’t straight they’d live to date Zack, just be with their friend all the time, and Zack loved to play into that joke. 
“Yeah, right, I bet you would!” Chris said pushing Zack’s shoulder so he bumped into Mark. 
“One day we’ll find the right guy for you.” Mark said pulling Zack into his side when Zack bumped into him. 
“The real question is, when are YOU going to hook us up with some of your girlfriends?” Chris said.
“Right, like I would let one of those girls ruin your lives.” Zack joked. 
“I’d love for Maria to ruin my life, you have to get me an oop.” Chris said, and Zack just laughed. There was no way he would hook those two up, Maria was a menace to society, although beautiful, Zack couldn’t imagine the two of them together. 
“Our ride is here.” Mark said, as Brian pulled up in his car. The three piled in, and they headed to the bar. Parking a few blocks away they got out, and headed down the strip. They were on their way to a new bar that had just opened, it promised to be a great time. They hopped in line, and chatted while they waited. Chris showed his ID, the bouncer looked at them both once and let Chris in. The bouncer then took Mark’s ID, barely glanced at it, and let Mark in. Brian handed over his ID and the bouncer just looked and waved him in. The three headed to the bar to claim a place. Zack handed his ID to the bouncer, who took it and examined it closely. 
“Robert Jones, 22.” The bouncer said as the flipped the ID over and over in his hands. 
Zack relaxed, this ID had worked so many times before, he had no reason to doubt it now. Then the bouncer pulled out a black light pen, and began to wave it over the ID, carefully looking at the markings. 
“This ain’t real.” The bouncer said, eyeing Zack. 
“What? Of course it is!” Zack insisted. 
“Lying about it too?”
“I’m not lying, that’s my real ID, how can I prove it.”
“You don’t need to, I know it’s fake.”
The bouncer then shown the light over the ID and in the black light, Zack couldn’t see a thing.
“So there’s nothing on it.”
“Exactly.” Said the bouncer, “There’s no marking, and, you just lied to a police officer.”
Blood drained from Zack’s face, he broke out in a sweat, his vision tunneled, and his legs grew weak. 
“What?!” He exclaimed.
“Yeah, they hired some extra muscle for tonight to weed out all the fakes in this college town, and looks like I found one.” The bouncer grabbed a walkie-talkie from his waist and called into it, Zack couldn’t hear what from the blood pumping in his ears. 
Within seconds, two police officers walked out from around the corner of the bar, “Alright look, here’s your choices. You can go kindly with them, they wont cuff you or anything, I’ll keep the ID, they’ll take you in and you’ll need a guardian to come pick you up, and you’ll get a ticket. Or, you can try to run and resist and we can do it the hard way.”
Right, like it was even really a choice. Zack followed the two officers around the block. One opened the door for him, and he climbed in the back of the squad car. 
“Can I message my friends so they don’t worry about me?”
The two cops in the front of the car exchanged glances, “Sure, kid.” And they sped off.
 
*Hey guys, I actually went to spend some time with the bouncer from outside, his shift just ended. I’m going to have fun tonight, y’all go on without me*
As he sent it, he wasn’t sure exactly why he lied, but too late now. Maybe he wanted to avoid the embarrassment and harassment of being caught.
*Ohhh, so Zack likes guys like that?* Chris replied.
*I believe they’re called bears* Brian said. 

“Alright kid, that’s enough texting, you’re under arrest after all.” And the rest of the ride was done in silence. 

At the police station, Zack was sat down and told he could call someone to come pick him up while the police worked out his ticket. He of course called his mother. 
“Hello?” She said, confused at the odd number calling her at this time of night. 
“Hi mom.” Zack said.
“Zack, what’s wrong, you sound terrible? Why didn’t you call form your phone.”
“I got arrested, I’m at the police station right now, they said you have to come pick me up.”
No need in beating around the bush, Zack thought. 
“What?!” His mom said, “Why?!”
“I got caught with a fake ID at a bar, they’re just giving me a ticket, but said an adult had to come pick me up.”
A heavy sigh from the other end of the phone. 
“Look, I’m on a business trip for the next two weeks, I’m across the country I can’t come get you.”
“They won’t let me leave without and adult!” Zack said, the situation becoming more and more confusing to him. 
“Let me put you on hold one second.” His mom said.
“Wait I….” And then a holding tone played over the phone speaker. Zack looked over to the two officers who had brought him in, one was looking at a computer and the other way giving him a death stare. He did everything he could to calm down, and to look like he was still talking to someone. 
The phone clicked back.
“Okay look. This isn’t how I wanted you to find out, but I’ve been seeing someone. He’s at his home, and he said he will come and get you. He will be there in 30 minutes, he lives about halfway between our house and your school. His name is Henry.”
This didn’t really surprise Zack, he knew his mom had been seeing someone, but he knew nothing else about the man, he wanted his mom to come to him about it in her own time, so much for that. 
“Okay.” Zack said.
“Now, look, you have to be nice to him even if you aren’t okay with me dating.”
“I knew you were dating mom, I will be kind. He’s doing me a huge favor after all.”
“Alright, I have to go now, I have an early morning meeting. Send me a message when you get to Henry’s house and let me know you’re safe.”
“Okay mom, love you, bye.”
“Love you too.” And they hung up the phone. 

The next thirty minutes proceeded at a snails pace, inching along minute by agonizing minute. After about 25 minutes the two officers came back over to Zack and handed him his ticket, had a brief talk with him about how what he had done was wrong and how he was getting off easy. Zack told them about Henry coming to pick him up, and they looked satisfied with that answer. The two officers left and Zack was alone waiting for the mystery boyfriend to show up and rescue him. 

Ch. 2

Promptly 5 minutes later, a police officer came back and he looked white as a ghost, “Zack, your, uh, step-dad is here to get you.”
Step-dad? The police officer led Zack out to the front. Initially he noticed nothing out of the ordinary, and then he saw him. As he rose from the chair he was sitting in, one of the double sized handicap chairs but it looked still too small.
Rising out of the chair was a mountain of a man, he was wearing a plain t-shirt which was pulled tight over his broad chest, and clung tight to his bulging arm muscles. It hung loose around his waist as his body tapered from the wide chest down. His legs were stuffed into a pair of dark colored jeans, which had been rubbed to a light color between his huge thighs, and the front of the jeans bulging obscenely where it appeared the man had shoved a ripe honeydew melon. As the man rose from the chair, his height became apparent as he towered over ever officer in the station. 
His strong jawline marked by a thick dark beard, moving up to a pair of crystal blue eyes, and a cropped military style haircut. 
“Mr. Branson, here’s your step-son.” One officer said, pushing Zack forward as if he didn’t want to get a step closer to the intimidating figure. 
“Thank you officer, is there anything else we need to do before we leave?” The mans voice was deep, sending a rumble through Zack’s body and vibrating him to his core. 
“No sir. You two are good to go.”
The huge man looked down at Zack, leaning forward as he attempted to peer over his huge pecs at the smaller man, “Let’s go.” he said in a short, gruff manor. 

The man walked out the front doors, turning slightly as he did because his wide shoulders threatened to hit each side of the doorframe. Zack walked behind the monster, trying and failing not to stare at the global sized muscled ass inside the jeans. The huge mountains moved in rhythm as the man walked towards his truck.
At a large, lifted, black truck the man stopped, and unlocked the car. He walked over to the drivers side, and Zack was left trying to climb on the sidestep to reach the door handle and then jump up to actually get in the huge vehicle. Once he was in his seat, the man lifted his body in the car, his hefty weight causing the suspension to shake and lean a bit to the drivers side. 
The man took a deep breath, and then reached out one huge hand to Zack, “Hi, I’m Henry.”
Zack looked at the hand, and then grasped it with his own, it was hard and calloused, and completely enveloped his own. “It’s nice to meet you.”
The man smiled slightly at Zack, “So, a fake ID huh? That’s pretty embarrassing to get caught with.”
Zack was unsure if he was genuine or what exactly he was trying to convey, “I guess, it worked before, but I guess I ran out of luck.”
“Well, you mom seemed pretty pissed about it.”
“Right, that cop called you my step-dad, so are you and my mom…”
“No, we just started dating a few weeks ago, I figured if I told the cops that they’d let us out quicker, and for some reason, people have a hard time mustering up the courage to challenge me when I say things.” Henry said this as he put the truck in reverse and began to leave the station. 
Zack sat quietly for a while, mustering all of his will power to not get a boner over this man. He was a walking sex dream for Zack, his ideal man, but it HAD to be the man his mom was dating. 
“So, since we have to spend the next few weeks together,” Henry began, “tell me about yourself. Your mom said we could use this time to get to know each other.” 
Zack took a moment to gather his thoughts. The deep rumbling bass of Henry’s voice still sending shivers up Zack’s spine.
“Well, I just finished freshman year. I’m a math major. I used to swim back in high school. Uhhhh, i don’t know what all do you want to know about me?”
“A math major, huh? So you’re pretty good with numbers?”
“I guess you could say that, I got an A in all of my classes.”
“What kind of job do you hope to get with that degree?”
“Well, I’d love to be an actuary, but realistically I’ll probably be in finance.”
“Sounds like you’ve really got some plans for yourself then. Tell me. Did those include getting arrested?”
Zack looked over at Henry, a bit struck my the directness of the question. Even more struck though at the way the seatbelt dug into the deep crevice between his massive pecs, pulling the shirt tighter around them and causing his big nipples to poke into the shirt. 
“Relax, kid. I’m just joking. Your mom is the one upset that you got arrested, I could care less.”
“Well, I didn’t plan on getting arrested, I’m just glad I won’t have a mugshot.” Zack paused, mustered up the courage then ventured, “Tell me about yourself.”
Henry looked over slightly and raised an eyebrow at Zack. “Well, I’m ex Air Force. I retired a little over a year ago, and now I’m working on becoming a commercial pilot. I met your mom just a few months ago, but we started dating officially a couple weeks ago, but she seems to be gone a lot on business…” Henry trailed off, so Zack decided to pick up the conversation.
“The Air Force, I guess you were a pilot there?” 
“Sure was, I got a bit too big to fit in a fighter jet, so now I’m thinking I could keep flying in huge cargo planes or something. You know with enough shoulder room ha ha.”
“Too big to fly a fighter jet?” The question about his size slipped out of Zack’s mouth before he could stop it. 
“Yes. The military sets the height limit at 6’5”, and the weight limit at about 300lbs. After I was too tall, too wide, and too heavy, they grounded me. But I can still fly larger planes, and I’m damn good at it too.”
“So how did you and my mom meet?”
“She was consulting for the airline I’m trying to work for. She came in to help with some operational changes and we just kind of hit it off. With both of us traveling, me for pilot training and her for consulting, we only had a few really good dates, but eventually we got together.”
Zack sat on this for a moment, before he posed his next question. 
“So do you know what’s going to happen to me now?”
“Well, you got a ticket, so you’ll pay the fine and be done with it. But I’m under strict orders from your mother to keep you grounded at my house until she gets back in two weeks. So I guess at least for the next few weeks you’ll be helping me with chores and things. Maybe I can do a little military boot camp for you, help you reform your delinquent ways.” Henry flashed a smile at Zack, and Zack wasn’t sure if it was meant to sell a joke, or if there was some hidden meaning. 
Zack looked out the window, realizing that for quite a while they had been driving in a deeply forested area, a single lane road completely taken up by Henry’s large truck. As they drove the flash of the sun through the trees intermittently breaking up the deep shade from the mature trees covering the road.
Henry slowed down the truck, and pulled off on a dark paved drive, it wound down deeper into the woods, and Zack could see a clearing up ahead. Henry pulled up into a large drive. The cabin that lie deep in the woods looked impeccable, the dark planks of wood evenly sanded and stained, the wrap around porch adorned with well kept flowers, landscaping added to the beauty of the home. 
“Well, lets get inside and get some rest, it’s late. Tomorrow we can head back to your dorm and get your things.”
They walked into the cabin, the inside no less beautiful than the outside. The home was immaculately clean, the hardwood floors shining with polish, the deep brown leather of the furniture smooth and well kept. The inside of the cabin smelled faintly of wood smoke, and musk.
Zack followed Henry down the narrow halls of the dark cabin, noticing how he shuffled slightly to the side as his wide shoulders refused to let him walk directly down the hall. 
Henry stopped at the first door to the right, “Here’s your room. There isn’t much in here besides a bet. The only bathroom is down the hall across from my room, I’ll leave the light in in case you need it. We’re leaving out of here early tomorrow to go get your things. I’d like to get that over with because I have other things to do tomorrow, but at least now I’ll have some help.”
Henry left the doorway and continued down the hallway into the darkness and closing a heavy door behind him. 
Zack felt his way around the room, looking for a light. His eyes slowly adjusted to the moonlight coming through a window on the far wall. He saw a small twin bed and collapsed onto it. The thick mattress immediately sinking to his form and the soft blanket on the top feeling cool against his skin. This had been a long night, and Zack fell to sleep as he lie. 
That night Zack dreamed of Henry, he could only recall bits and pieces of each dream, but in each one Henry seemed to be larger and larger, until he awoke with a start. 

Ch 3. 

Henry pushed the door open to the room. Bright sunlight was pouring in through the window and landing on Henry as he stood in the doorway. 
“Time to get up, boy.” He said, his deep gruff voice seemingly even deeper this morning as if his throat were dry. 
Zack rolled over and opened his eyes more, adjusting to the light. Henry was in the doorway, his body clearly wider and taller than the small cabin doorframe, the top of his head cut off and his chest expanding from side to side, his arms out of sight. He looked huge in the light of the morning sun. He was wearing a light green military t shirt, the fabric cling to his body exposing his abs, and gathering up under his heavy overhanging pecs. The shirt was stretched and ruffled as Henry took a deep breath in, impatient.
“I said, time to GET UP!” And Henry slammed a hand on the wall outside the door, causing it to shake and Zack jumped from bed. 
“Go get ready and meet me in the kitchen, quickly now, we have shit to do today.”
Henry disappeared down the hallway, and Zack sat feeling his heart thrum in his chest for a moment.”
He walked down the hallway to the bathroom, hearing the clang of dishes in the kitchen. 
In the bathroom, it was small, enough room for a toilet, a sink with some storage, a shower that was odd in that it had no sides or doors, just a spout from the roof, and a drain below. Zack noticed the tiled floor sloped in the bathroom to funnel into the shower, but it was just an odd corner. The last thing he noticed was a hamper, full of what Zack assumed to be dirty clothes. 
As Zack moved towards the shower to figure out how it worked, he noticed lying on top of the clothes pile, was a pair of huge briefs. 
No. He had literally just met Henry, and it was his mom’s boyfriend, he knew he shouldn’t even think about touching them, but something about the way they were placed, it’s like he was meant to see them.
He turned on the shower to hide the sound of his next move. He walked out the hamper and grabbed the oversized underwear. The elastic waistband was stretched and weak, the leg holes had rips and tears up the sides. The backside of the briefs had small rips and tears abound as if they struggled to contain the ass that wore them, and the front pouch looked as if it had been permanently altered, hanging loose and low off of the rest of the brief, like it needed to be filled to the max to fit correctly. 
A knock on the door started him, he felt his soul leave his body as if he were caught.
“Don’t waste the hot water, the tank isn’t very big, hurry up and let’s go.”
Henry didn’t beat around the bush, his military background spoke for itself in his discipline and demeanor. 

Zack quickly showered and redressed in the same clothes from the night before, exiting the bathroom, he smelled breakfast, the scent of bacon, eggs, and toast coming down the hallway to greet him. 
He walked down the hall and into the open area where the kitchen was and saw Henry sitting at the table reading a news paper. His heavy body relaxed in a wooden chair.
“Bout time you got out here, let’s eat.”
Henry put down the newspaper and Zack noticed the way his heavy chest sat in the shirt, as he sat forward to eat the food piled on the plate before him, his chest rested on the table, mountains of power contained within the thin green fabric of his shirt. 
Zack sat down, not hungry, but also a bit afraid to not accept the offering of food from this giant. 
He made a plate and quickly ate what he could. 

When they finished Henry placed the plates into the dishwasher and they got in the truck to head to Zack’s dorm. Zack sat quietly for the majority of the ride. He had had the slightest taste of Henry’s anger this morning and he was just a bit afraid of upsetting him. 
“You’ve got to relax.” Henry said from the drivers seat. 
“What do you mean?” Zack replied, feigning ignorance. 
“Ever since I raised my voice a bit this morning you’ve been acting like a puppy that was scolded.”
“Sorry, i just got yelled at a lot as a kid by my dad, guess I haven’t really gotten over it.”
“Ah, daddy issues, huh?” Henry said in a teasing tone.
Zack shifted uneasily in the large truck seat.
Henry reached a large hand over and patted Zack on the chest and patted him hard a few times; Zack noticed that Henry’s hand took up so much of his torso, his hand was huge. The thumps on his chest made a deep hollow thumping sound, it didn’t hurt but it absolutely didn’t feel great. 
“I told you to relax, just a joke. You’re wound a little tight aren’t ya?”
Zack wasn’t sure how to reply so he just chuckled as tried to let it all roll off his back.
As they pulled up to the dorm, Zack saw other students were moving their things out today as well. As chance would have it, Chris and his family were there as well, helping Chris to load his things in their SUV. Zack saw Chris as he got out of the truck. 
“Dude!” Chris called as he strode over to Zack, “What happened last night?!”
Zack looked down at the ground, embarrassed, then he felt a huge hand land heavily on his shoulder and grip him slightly. 
“Little guy got arrested.” Henry said with a cavalier style that somehow put Zack at ease. 
Chris’s eyes popped out of his skull as he looked up at the towering figure standing next to Zack. 
“Henry Branson, I’m Zack’s step-dad, nice to meet you…” Henry stuck out his other huge paw for Chris to shake. The big stud on campus reached a shaky hand out and gripped Henry’s, but Henry’s hand even swallowed a big hand like Chris’. 
“Hi, I uh, I’m Chris, Zack’s friend.”
“We’re you one of the others out with him last night when he got arrested?”
Chris’s expression changed as he quickly shifted his gaze to Zack, although not for long before he went back to clearly admiring Henry’s physique. 
“You got arrested, I thought you said…” Chris began, before Zack cut him off. 
“Doesn’t matter what I said. I got caught at the door and taken in, end of story.” Zack shot daggers at Chris, trying to get him to shut up before he outed him to Henry. Zack wasn’t sure, but something told him Henry wouldn’t take too kindly to Zack being gay. 
Chris could have cared less, he was too busy still gawking at Henry. 
“You enjoying the gun show, kid.” Henry said to Chris, “You look like you workout a bit too.”
Chris blushed, “I do my best, tryna look like you one day. You’re massive.”
Henry looked down over his thick pecs at Chris, the tall athlete dwarfed by his mass, “Maybe I can get Zack here to workout with me this summer, then y’all could workout together using my program.”
“That’d be awesome!” Chris said, ecstatic. 
“Well, I don’t want to be here all day, Zack, let’s go pack your shit and get gone.”
“Good seeing you Chris.” Zack said as Henry led him away.
“You too.” Chris said, trying with every fiber of his straight being not to stare at the global sized ass Henry had bouncing in his pants. 
“He seemed nice, a little jumpy, and he liked to stare. I guess that’s why you two make such good friends.”
Zack stayed quiet as he led Henry up to his dorm. As they got closer, Zack remembered his weed stash he kept and he quickly began to plan how he would get it out without arousing Henry’s suspicion, something told him Henry wouldn’t be a huge fan of weed. 
They entered his dorm and Henry looked comically large in the small confined room. As the two moved around they would occasionally bump into each other, and Zack could feel the rock hard muscle that apparently covered his entire body.
“God, look how small you are.” Henry said as he held up one of Zack’s shirts with his university logo on it. As he held up the size small shirt to his XXXL body, the size difference between them was more apparent. Barely covering the middle of his wide chest and not coming down far on his torso. He laughed quietly as he helped Zack pack his clothes, every few items he would hold them up to his body. He picked opened Zack’s sock and underwear drawer and packed them away, holding up one pair of underwear to his body, the small little briefs barely enough to cover his crotch. Zack looked and internally whimpered, picturing what Henry would look like in only a pair of tight underwear. 
They finished packing up all of Zack’s clothes into totes, “Alright, I’ll take these to the car. You go ahead and pack up the last of your things, let’s get this done.” With that Henry squatted down low and grabbed the stack of totes and lifted. Showing no strain in the effort of lifting it. As he walked through the doorway with the stack of totes, Zack got to work hiding the tiny container of weed, a pipe, some papers, and a lighter. Luckily he kept them in an airtight container, but they needed to be hidden among his other belongings. As Zack finished packing up the last few boxes of everything on his desk and under his bed, Henry returned. The heat had gotten to him and he had broken a sweat, dark stains in his armpits, below his overhanging pecs, and in a v pattern down his back. 
“Let me get those!” Henry insisted, lifting the rest of the boxes with as much ease as he had done before. As they headed out, Zack turned out his light, and shut his door. Even though he’d be back in the fall, it felt like a finality, locking the door and leaving, following Henry out. 
As they drove home, they made small talk, Zack felt he was slowly getting Henry to warm up to him, but he could never be sure. Henry’s distant and gruff attitude and tone made it hard for Zack to know if he was still annoyed with picking him up from jail or if he was actually relaxing. 
When they pulled up to Henry’s cabin, the big man got out and and began to unload Zack’s things. Zack went to the back to help, “Let me get this, you’ll slow me down. Why don’t you go inside and start unpacking things as I bring them to your room.”
In two quick trips Henry had unloaded all of Zack’s things and sat them in his room. 
“Go ahead and finish unpacking, I’m going to go shower. I got a bit sweaty.”

As Zack unpacked his things, he decided to spend some time jerking off. He’d been around Henry for less than 24 hours and already he had felt his cock hard and leaking in his pants any time he was close to the monster of a man. He pulled his pants down and laid on the bed. He closed his eyes and tried to mentally undress Henry, his big hairy mass spilling from his tight clothes, his huge cock coiled in his pants ready to burst free. He stroked his cock and then he shot his load onto his stomach. It didn’t take him long with how horny Henry made him, but he was also ashamed of the tiny amount of cum that had come from his small cock. 
He quickly cleaned up and relaxed, thinking that now he would be able to be near Henry without constant thoughts of being thrown around by the man. 
Zack heard the shower turn off, followed by heavy wet thumping on the wooden boards in the hall. Zack’s heart raced, all he had to do was go in the hallway and he could see Henry shirtless, in a towel. Damn, that thought got him hard again, already. He had to control it, Henry couldn’t ever find out how Zack saw him. 
A few moments later there was a heavy knock on his door, his s.” heart lept as Henry pushed open the door. He was wearing a tight t shirt again and a pair of sweatpants, the grey material pulled tight over his hulking thighs, half a basketball shoved into the front of his pants. 
“I’m going to go workout, do you want to come? You look like you could use some meat on your bones.”
Zack toyed with the idea for a moment, but decided that if he was to gain favor with Henry, the gym may just be the place to do that. 
“Sure. I’ve never worked out thought.” Zack admitted.
“I had assumed that, I’ll show you the ropes” Henry said playfully, a slight smile gracing his face. “Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen.” 
As Zack dressed, he began to wonder where this gym was. Surely Henry didn’t drive all the way into town, but this cabin was far too small to hold a gym, Zack was sure he’s have see it by now. He slipped on a tank top and met to meet Henry. 
“Follow me.” Henry said before Zack could even ask his question. 
Henry walked out the back door, Zack followed behind him, watching the big masses of each of his glutes bounce inside his tight sweatpants, slightly wedging between his deep asscrack, showing off even more of the robust shape. 
Henry walked down a stone path that led into the thick tree line and into the dark shaded woods. The afternoon humid air weighing heavy on Zack as he walked outside, and the immediate relief was incredible when he walked into the shade. 
Henry wound around a path roughly cut into the trees, the stones along the path each large and flat, making a smooth walkway along the forest floor. 
As they kept walking, Zack noticed a large metal building in a clearing ahead. As they got closer he observed it was a long metal pole bard, with plain silver metal covering the outside of the structure. A porch was erected at the front with some outdoor seating, a grill, a fire pit, and a small fridge.
Henry walked into the barn and turned on the light, flooding the dark shaded forest area with a reflective light from the windows. 
Zack walked in behind Henry and his jaw dropped. It was a whole gym, complete with everything someone could want, the walls were covered in mirrors, and in one corner was a large sound system. Henry walked over and turned on some classic rock as Zack continued to take in the amount of equipment in the room. He also noticed a door at the back, it didn’t seem like the back wall was far enough back to take up the full length of the barn, he wondered what might be behind the door. Henry snapped him back to the present.
“Pretty nice set-up right?” Henry said, putting his hands on his hips, standing tall and looking proud of his home gym. 
“It’s incredible, there’s so much in here.”
“Thanks bud, I’ve been collecting for years. Now. Today is chest day, so we will start by learning and practicing those exercises.”
‘Bud’? Did Henry just call him ‘Bud’? That sounded way too friendly, he was excited to be seeming to be on Henry’s good side, but also apprehensive about the apparent sudden change in attitude. 
Henry walked over to a bench, the bar bending with the weight of several 45lb plates on each side. 
“Alright, I’ll start, show you the form, and then you can give it a try, okay?”
“Sounds good to me!” Zack said.
Henry lie back on the bench, his huge form dwarfing the bench, as he lie down the mountains and valleys of his muscles we’re on full display, his huge pecs piling up, the valley between then covered by the stretched T-shirt, the grooves of his abs visible in the tight shirt. The big bulge rising up in his sweatpants, his massive quads pressing against the sweatpants, pushing them out in every direction. 
“Alright, so the key here is the grip and feet.” Henry spoke in his deep enthralling voice, and Zack observed the wide grip he placed on the bar. “You want to place your feet comfortably on the floor, they’re going to give you a solid base to work from.” Zack looked and saw Henry’s large gym shoes positioning on the floor. He was too tall to place them on either side of the bench, but where his long legs extended off the edge of the bench, but they were firmly planted wide. “next, you want to position yourself under the bar, there’s more to it than this, but starting out just position the bar right above your nipples.” As he said it Henry exaggerated the point by tracing from his thick nipples up to right in front of the bar. Zack tried to pay attention but it seemed like Henry’s nipples were getting hard and engorged. They looked like two big eraser tips under his tight shirt, forcing their way forward and mesmerizing Zack. “Last, make sure that you get the grip right, look how far apart my hands are, find a spot on the bar and work with it.” Flexing his large hands around the bar Henry arched his back and lifted the weight off the rack. “Once you have it up, make sure you bring it down evenly, directly straight down.”He was lifting so much weight and still able to talk normally. he took a deep breath in, expanding his chest, and slowly lowering the bar until he just gently touched his chest. “Notice how my elbows are. They aren’t bowed out, but they’re nice and level. Also important, remember to breath.” As he said it Henry released the air from his lungs and pushed the bar back up. He repeated this whole process over and over and over. Zack was intently focused, but not on the form or breathing pattern, but mainly on the pump that was exuding from his huge chest. Finally Henry racked the weight. “Alright, are you ready for your turn?” Henry said as he sat up and looked back at Zack. 
“We might need to take some of that weight off first.”
Henry laughed, “Don’t worry, I have another bench over there, the bar is about 50 lbs, so we will just use that to practice your form.” Zack walked over to the bench and lie down, he tried to remember his feet positioning, hand positioning, taking a breath. As he settled into the bench, Henry appeared over his head. Laying down and looking up, Zack’s field of vision consisted of Henry’s heavy bulge, and protruding out past that were his swollen pecs. It was perfect, Zack thought, he could lay here forever and be happy just staring at this view. Henry was so tall, that his bulge was elevated above Zack’s head, but as he squatted down to place his hands around the bar as well, the package got closer and closer to Zack’s face. Then it stopped, “This is how you spot someone, just have a loose grip under the bar, and a strong stance, ready to help if they need it.”
Zack took his breath and lifted the rod off the rack, it was heavier than he expected and his hands weren’t exactly centered right, the bar wobbled and tilted falling towards him as he lost grip. 
Suddenly he felt a heavy hot pressure on his face, something huge laying on his entire face, covering from his forehead to his mouth. But the weight of the bar was gone, and quickly he realized what had happened. He had almost dropped the bar, Henry caught it, and in his effort to get low enough to catch the bar, he had smothered Zack with his monster bulge, which now seemed ever bigger than before. Zack sat up quickly as his cock responded immediately, hard as a rock. He quickly and quietly adjusted himself.
“What was that?” Henry said.
“Sorry, it was my first time, I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect.”
“That’s okay, your first time is always rough. Why don’t you lay back and try again.” Henry sounded so encouraging, Zack followed the command and retried. As he got ready to lift the bar, Henry lowered himself close to Zack, his bulge so close if Zack stuck out his tongue he could lick it. 
“Alright, I’m ready this time. I got you, just remember how I did it and do your best.”
Zack lifted the bar and focused on his form, Henry was steadying the bar and guiding it down evenly as Zack got the hang of the motion. After 10 reps, Zack was doing it on his own, and then he racked the weight.
“Congratulations, that was good!” Henry said, patting Zack on his chest with one huge hand as Zack still lay on the bench. 
After a few more sets each, they moved to another exercise. For this one, Henry sat on an inclined bench and grabbed cables from each side, and brought the up together above his chest, his shirt bunching up and gathering between his pecs as he did, each time he lowered them and spread his chest, the release of his shirt showed more and more sweat soaking into the fabric. 
Zack sat on the incline bench for his turn. “Take your shirt off for me, let me see if you’re working the right part of your chest as you do this.”
Zack looked confused, because he was, “Oh relax, take it off or I’ll take it off of you.”
Zack considered for a split second on insisting that Henry rip his shirt off of him, but decided it was probably best not to poke a bear. 
He took his shirt off and assumed position, Henry adjusted the weight, and Zack worked the cables. Henry stood over Zack, and felt his chest as he worked the weight.
“Good, you’re getting good form for your inner chest.”
Zack did everything he could to fight his hornyness as Henry stood over him with his hands on his body. They continued their workout. Henry showing Zack new exercises, Zack working to impress Henry. Until Zack heard a rip. 
Henry was lying on the bench, pressing what Zack estimated to be over 1000lbs, with 12, 45lb plates on each side of his special bench bar. As Henry lowered the bar, his shirt rippled along the side of his chest, leaving a huge gash in his shirt along the side. 
“DAMMIT!” Henry said as he racked the bar and sat up. “I bought two sizes too big a month ago and I still ripped it. Fuck!” As he said it Henry inspected the damage to the shirt, his huge chest still trying to force it’s way out of the shirt, every move he made causing the rip to get bigger and bigger. Henry looked in the mirror at his chest, and flexed his biceps, the two cannons splitting the sleeves from the end up to his shoulders as his massive biceps forced their way out of the shirt, a large vein popping up from the head of each bicep, a clear split showing the separation from his massive tricep and rock hard bicep clear and defined. 
“I think it’s time we call it a day, if I’m ripping out of this shirt like the hulk I think that’s a good workout.” Henry said, nonchalant about his size ballooning from the exertion of the workout. 
“I agree, thank you for teaching me.” Zack replied. 
“That’s just the beginning, I’m going to show you so much more.”
Zack stopped as Henry walked out of the gym and headed back to the house. He knew what he meant, he was going to show him more exercises in the gym, but in Zack’s horny mind he heard it very differently. His mouth had run dry and his mind ran wild as he imagined different scenarios with Henry, in every one of them the huge man towered over him, flexing his godly muscles. 
Getting back into the house, Henry made two protein shakes, one regular for Zack, and one that was in a half gallon jug for himself. 
As he chugged down the shake, little drops spilled from the corners of his mouth, dripping from his lips down into his shirt, the fabric covering his huge chest absorbing the liquid. 
“Ah, that’s some good shit.” Henry said, placing his jug heavily on the counter, empty of its contents. Zack was still working on sipping through his, it tasted alright but it was so thick. 
“So, Zack. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about real quick.”
Zack paused drinking and looked up.
“Will you wipe that scared puppy dog look off your face, relax.”
Henry’s booming voice and pumped muscles brought little comfort to Zack, he was terrified of what Henry might do to him if he noticed how Zack was looking at him. He did his best though to place a neutral expression on his face. 
“So, your mom broke up with me this morning.” Henry said.
Zack was a bit taken aback. Why had his mom not told him or mentioned it, why was ?henry still housing him, why had she broken up with this pure hunk. 
“W, w, what happened?” Zack said trying to formulate and order his questions in a coherent fashion. 
“Well, she found someone else on her trip, someone she works with I guess because she said she’d get to spend more time with him.” Henry must have picked up on the further questions Zack had because he launched into a longer explanation with no prompting. “While we were talking she said you can go and stay at her house until she comes home, but I offered to let you stay here with me for the rest of the two weeks. We just moved your stuff, I don’t particularly want to do it again.” Henry paused, examining Zack for his reaction, but Zack continued to stare down into his half drank protein shake. “Plus…” Henry began again, “I’ve enjoyed having someone here with me. I enjoy my space, but it does get quiet out here. So if you’d like, you can stay until the end of the two weeks. If not, I understand and we can move you back to your moms’ tomorrow.”
“I’d love to stay.” Zack said quickly, before he even realized he had said it. Shit, he’d shown his cards, now Henry would know, he’d see right through him. 
“Wonderful!” Henry said, throwing his arms in the air. “I think we should celebrate. After all, I’m single again, and you get a nice vacation now.”
“Celebrate?” Zack asked. 
“Yeah, come on!” Henry said, leaving out the back door and heading back towards his gym. Zack followed him, listening to his bare feet slap heavily against the stones making up the path. At the building, Henry bent over quickly giving Zack the chance to appreciate the truly huge size of the two ass cheeks struggling to rip out of those sweatpants. Then Henry stood back up and turned around and offered a beer to Zack. 
Zack hesitated as if it was a trick or a test. “For the last time, relax.” Henry said, a commanding military tone taking his voice, and Zack quickly grabbed the beer from his big mitt, obediently following direction without a second, or even a first thought. 
Henry cracked open his beer, and sat down into one of the chairs on the porch, the thick wood creaking and cracking under his weight. Zack followed suit and sat as well, the oversized chair practically surrounding his small frame. 
“Maybe a beer or two will help you relax, you’re always so tense. Are you always like this?”
Zack froze, unsure how to respond, but he decided being honest, or at least partially honest, was the best course of action with Henry. 
“You’re a little intimidating.”
“A little?” Henry said, looking over to Zack. He then leaned forward and over towards Zack. He balled his fist and flexed his bicep. The peak rising up in front of Zack’s face. As Henry slowly flexed his arm, the rising mound of muscle began to eclipse his vision, veins popping out and running like thick cords long the rock hard bicep. Henry moved his huge flexed arm within inches of Zack’s face and repeated, “a little?”
Zack focused, his cock rock hard in his pants, all of the blood leaving his brain and rushing to his dick as he struggled to not only form a reply, but to make sure that Henry didn’t notice his hard-on; not that he had to worry much due to his small size, but still. “Okay, you’re huge, you were in the military, I just met you, and you’re huge.” Dammit, half a beer had gone to his head already, he said it twice, he was going to know exactly how Zack felt. 
“Well, relax. I may be loud, but I’d never hurt you. I never even really get mad, I usually just fake it to get things done, like this morning. Sure got you out of bed quick didn’t it?” As he said it, Henry chuckled.
Zack laughed along, his anxiety lowering, maybe he had just been paranoid. 
As they continued to talk, Henry pounded beer after beer, clearly enjoying his ‘celebration’. Zack slowly worked on his second, sipping slowly, he’d always been made fun of for being a lightweight in college. After a solid 7-8 beers, Henry stood. 
“You’re good with numbers right?” He said looking down at Zack.
“I’m a math major, so yeah.” Zack replied, the alcohol finally allowing him to truly loosen up around Henry. 
“How bout you help me measure my chest and arms. I still feel this crazy pump from our workout. I feel fucking huge. I need to know if I’m still getting bigger.”
Zack’s cock ached in his pants as he prepared himself, “Sure.” He said, ever so careful as to not seem too eager and excited. 
Henry stood up, “Woahhh.” The big man said as he reached out and grabbed the chair for some support, “Those beers made me a bit dizzy to stand up so fast.” He laughed and then walked into the gym. 
On the far wall Henry grabbed a tape measure and a notebook. He walked back across the gym and approached Zack. As he walked, Zack couldn’t help but notice the massive bulge in his pants swinging back and forth, the huge quads behind it shoving the package forward and left and right as he walked, like a basketball bouncing in his pants. Zack steeled himself, he could get through this without fucking up, he knew it. 
Henry reached his hands out and handed Zack the tape measure and the notebook. The notebook was a tattered old college ruled notebook with a red cardboard cover, and a pencil stuck in the metal spiral wiring. “After you measure, be sure to write it down in there so I can keep track.”
Henry lowered himself to the ground and began to pump out push-ups, as Zack opened the notebook. He saw an array of numbers listed in various columns on page after page. Each column was a different body part, and with each dated measurement the numbers increased. Zack looked and saw many years ago when Henry had first started keeping track. He was 6’1”, 165lbs, he was tall, but so tiny. He got taller and heavier, Zack flipped the pages, imagining Henry growing as he got closer to the most recent pages. He noticed at some point that the measurement days got further and further apart, but the gains stayed consistent. Close to the back of the notebook, a new column had been added, it was just labeled “S/H/G”, each of the measurements under this column were formatted as such too. 
Henry was still on the floor pumping out push-ups, switching his hand positions every so often to target a different muscle group.
Zack flipped to the most recent page. It had been months since Henry had measured. 
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 270lbs
Chest: 64inches 
Biceps: 22 inches
Waist: 34 inches
Shoe: 14
Thighs: 28 inches
S/H/G: 6/10/7

Aside from the last three numbers, Zack got a pretty good idea for how much Henry had grown over the past several months. 
Henry stood up, his huge chest heaving, the shirt still ripped and torn as his massive muscled chest pushed against it, begging for release.
“Arms first.” Henry said, hauling his huge cannon bicep in front of Zack’s face again.
“25 inches.” Zack read off.
“And this one.” Henry said shifting his mass and pumping his right arm a few times, just inches away from Zack’s face. 
“25.2 inches.” 
Henry stood up and flexed in a front double bicep pose, the sleeves ripping just a bit more, tearing back to expose his broad shoulders, “Fuck yeah, still symmetrical as hell!” 
“Alright, now the chest.” As Henry said this he bounced his ballooned out pecs under the tight shirt. 
Uncontrollably, Zack salivated, but he was careful to keep it in his mouth. As Zack stood in front of Henry, he was face to face with the monster chest, his nose aligned to the deep covered crevice between Henry’s two huge chest muscles. 
Zack stretched the tape measure out, leaning in and reaching his arms around Henry’s relaxed body. As Zack tried to grasp the tape measure behind Henry’s back, Zack just found more and more back with each stretch, he couldn’t get his arms all the way around the big man. As he leaned in closer, he felt a warm ball press against his stomach. He quickly drew back, knowing he had just rubbed his body against Henry’s swollen cock. 
“What the fuck kid.” Henry said. Zack almost passed out, his legs went numb, this was it, Henry had found him out. “Lean in here and get this tape measure around me so I can flex!” He said, his tone commanding, demanding Zack to obey. 
Zack leaned in again, this time once his stomach made contact with the covered python in Henry’s pants, he continued to lean in, pressing his face closer and closer to Henry’s heaving pecs. Finally his cheek made contact with one of the solid mounds of muscle. He could smell Henry’s musk as he leaned in, the scent of some cologne and white soap, mixed with the primal smell of sweat. 
Zack’s cock was solid in his pants still, and he was doing everything he could to not let it brush against Henry’s massive tree trunk thigh. He felt the swelling in Henry’s pants increase as the pressure of Zack’s body pressing against him grew. 
Finally, Zack tossed the tape measure a bit in the back, and caught it with his other hand. Pulling himself back, he felt relief to be out of the awkward situation, but he also knew he would dream for months about being so intimately close to such massive pumped pecs, feeling that huge cock press against his body. He pulled the tape tight, and Henry took a breath in and flexed. 
His shirt protested, but the muscles underneath forced their way, splitting the shirt in the back, at the neck, and down the sides of the thick chest as Henry prepared to show off his truly freakish size. Zack held the tape measure firm, allowing it to get longer and Henry expanded his chest, but also enjoying the feeling of pressing his hands onto the rippling hard surface of the massive flexing beast. 
“Read it out loud, I want to hear.” Henry demanded, his face eclipsed by the heavy shelf of chest rising from his torso. 
“72 inches…” Zack said, and Henry relaxed his flex.
“FUCK yeahhhh.” Henry said as he bounced his pecs some more. 
“Come here, feel how heavy one of these fuckers is.” Henry said, and before Zack could protest, he felt a huge hand grab his wrist and pull it to Henry’s chest. Henry placed Zack’s hand under his right pec, and let it completely relax in his hand. Zack felt Henry’s big hard nipple through the shirt, and he felt the weight of the pec in his tiny hand. He pushed up on it, and it was indeed heavy as fuck, there had to be more muscle in one of Henry’s pecs that in Zack’s whole body.
Then, it happened, without warning, without control. Zack came, his cock twitched and jerked in his pants as it pumped his tiny load into his underwear. 
“Ohhhhhh.” Zack said as he bent over, trying to hide what was happening. 
“Whats wrong?! Are you okay?!” Henry said as he reached a hand out to Zack.
“I’m…I’m fine.” Zack said, still bent over, never before had be been so grateful for having a cock that was so easy to hide, “Just a stomach cramp. I think I need to use the restroom.”
“There’s one in the back of the building, here.” Henry said as he walked over to the door leading out the rear of the building. As he crossed the threshold he turned on a light, and the room lit up. As Zack walked into the room he was a bit taken by what it held. A raised wooden floor, a hot tub sunken into the ground, a sauna room, an ice bath, and a massage table.
“Woah.” Zack said, straightening up.
“Yeah, the bathroom is in the back corner. But pretty cool right?” Henry said, gesturing to the room, “It’s a recovery room, everything you’d need to relax sore muscles or take care of yourself after the gym.” Zack walked to the back of the room and Henry called, “I’m going to head inside and take a shower, just come in whenever you’re ready.” And with that he left.
Zack hurried to the bathroom and pulled down his pants and underwear, to be sure, he had a made a mess. Grabbing some toilet paper, he did his best to clean himself up, using hand soap to hopefully mask the scent of his cum on himself, and flushing the evidence down the toilet. He knew if he hurried inside he’d have a chance to get to his room and change before Henry had the chance to notice the cum stain that was now on the outside of his shorts. 
“Fuck.” Was all Zack said as he relaxed against the wooden wall of the bathroom. He hadn’t even seen Henry without his shirt, he hadn’t seen him naked for sure, hell, he’d barely touched him, and he blew his load. This man held so much power over him with his mere existence and domineering tone that it drove Zack feral. 
Taking another deep breath, he walked back to the house, quickly to his room, and he got ready to shower after Henry. 
He heard Henry leave the bathroom and close his bedroom door, and Zack went into the bathroom.  He showered the same off of his body. What was he even doing, lusting so openly over this man who had been so kind and helpful to him, and what, all Zack could think about was how much he wanted to get completely wrecked by that bull. 
Leaving the bathroom after his shower, he heard the TV playing something, and he saw Henry’s large dark silhouette on the couch. 
“Hey, come in here when you’re ready so we can relax.” Henry called down the hall as Zack rushed to his room. 
He put on the baggiest clothes he owned, hoping if he popped another boner, he could hide it easily. 
Walking into the living room, Henry handed him another beer, and motioned for him to sit on the couch next to him. As Zack sat down, he realized just how much space on the couch Henry was taking up. When he sat, the couch was sagging under Henry’s immense weight, and Zack was sliding in closer, like a large star warping space time, and Henry was a small planet trapped in his orbit, slowly falling into him. Zack fought it, knowing if he touched Henry again, he’d get hard. 
Henry raised his arm and laid it lazily across the back of the couch, as Zack fell in closer, slowly, he could feel the warmth emanating from the deep hairy armpit. Henry’s tank top he was wearing was doing little to hide his physique underneath, and his tight gym shorts displayed his still massive bulge, it didn’t look like it had shrunk at all. 
They continued this dance of Zack struggling to stay on the other side of the couch, and Henry appearing blissfully unaware and drinking for a few shows, maybe an hour? Zack wasn’t sure, he was fighting his own internal battle now to just relax down into Henry and go for broke. 
But then Henry stood and walked into the kitchen. With the way things were laid out, Zack couldn’t see Henry, but he could hear as the big man threw away his beer bottles and drank a glass of water. Then, an odd silence. 
Henry appeared out of the corner of Zack’s eye, still in his tank top, but no longer in his shorts. He was only in a pair of tight black briefs which stretched out over his huge cock. In the dark of the room Zack couldn’t make out much detail in the black fabric, but as the TV flickered light, the glimmers danced on the thick tube that was growing in the pouch. Henry walked over and stood in front of Zack, his arms crossed and folded across his big chest, lifting it, and flaring his forearms. 
His crotch eye level with Zack as the smaller man sat on the couch, frozen.
“That was a good workout today, a good start.” Henry said, barely moving his body. 
“Uh, yeah, it was great.”
“And thanks for helping me measure. Can’t believe how much I’ve grown.” As he said this Henry bounced his pecs under his crossed arms. “You know what I also can’t believe?” Henry said, looking down at Zack. 
“What’s that.” Zack replied, and as he did, Henry lowered his body down. Bringing his knees and thighs down on either side of Zack, putting his arms on either side of Zack and gripping the back of the dark leather couch. As he did, Zack could hear the leather rub at it made contact with the thick callouses on Henry’s hands. Henry lowered his chest until Zack’s head was nearly below the shelf like overhang. Then Henry pushed his hips forward and pushed at Zack with this bulge, the thick tube of cock underneath hot and pulsing as it made contact with Zack’s body. 
“I can’t believe you came so easily.”
Zack heard a ringing in his ears, his vision blurred, his cock stood at attention. He tried to bring himself back into his body. “I, what?” Zack said, barely getting the words out in a squeak as his terrified expression gave him away. 
“Look, you even have a little hard-on right now.” Henry took one finger and poked at Zack’s hard cock in his baggy pants, “Awe, is that for me?” He said as he pushed his bulge into Zack’s chest again. Then he held a bicep up in front of Zack’s face, and slowly flexed it. “You wanna kiss it?” Henry said, his words slurred from the alcohol, and his breath hot at his came out. 
“No.” Zack said, surprising himself, was this him protecting himself or why had he just said that?
“Oh. Then I’ll just have to try harder next time…Welp!” Henry said, quickly pushing back and standing up, “I’m off to bed, try not to dream about me too much tonight.” 

[HyperMuscleLover]

This absolutely presses all the right buttons for me. Soooo good! So excited for more to come!

[dredlifter]

Wow, I love this so much. 

Also, I love the teases you've thrown in about his current size!  We know he used to be 6'1 and skinny.  Then in his last journal entry from a while back he was 6'4 and 270.  Then there was the hint that he could no longer be a fighter pilot because the size limit is 6'5 and 300 lbs.   Now he's outgrown two shirt sizes in the last month.  He's taller and wider than a normal doorframe.  OOF!

THAT is how you write a story without stats.  A wonderful way to convey growth and size without giving away all the details just yet and making us yearn for more.  

And I also really enjoy the realistic banter in the story.  It feels very natural.  Henry knows his huge and enjoys when people are speechless at his size, but he also doesn't let it completely go.  I loved the conversation between Chris and Henry.  Chris, who's used to being the big studly jock being rendered speechless by Henry, and Henry casually commenting back on Chris' obviously muscular build.  

So good. 

[Throwaway0282639]

Part 2: 

Zack sat on the couch, completely dumbstruck at what had just happened. He convinced himself he was just drunk, he had imagined it, maybe he was dreaming right now. He sat in the dark for he wasn’t sure how long, and then he moved as quietly as he could to his bed. He was grateful for the alcohol, no matter how much he wanted to worry, the depressant slowly put him to sleep. 
In the morning he woke to the sounds of dishes clattering in the kitchen. 
He placed his hand on his forehead, his head was pounding in a headache that wouldn’t stop and he felt vaguely like throwing up. Zack climbed out of bed slowly that morning, sliding on a pair of sweatpants and a loose fitting t-shirt. He checked his phone, no signal, great. Not only was he trapped out here with whatever the hell was happening with Henry, but he also didn’t have service, and he knew without asking Henry wouldn’t have Wi-Fi. So, he was going to have to tough it out for a few days. 
Slowly he crept out of the room and down the hall towards the kitchen, he peeked around the corner and into the kitchen where Henry was sitting at the table already eating breakfast. Henry saw Zack before he had a chance to move, “Good morning sleeping beauty!” Henry called with a mouthful of egg, “I thought you’d never get up.” Zack winced a bit as the bright morning light poured into the kitchen, his head pounding with his hangover. “Have a bit too much last night?” Henry said, looking up from his plate. He looked cartoonish sitting at the small table, hunched over it, his massive body pressing against the tiny table, the chair he was sitting in was too small as well, too short for his long legs, and the seat too narrow for his wide muscled ass. It was as if everything in the house was designed to make him look like a giant, but of course it was simply because he was one. 
“Yeah, I guess, I’ve never had a hangover before.”
“You know what gets rid of a hangover for me?” Henry said, scraping the last bits of food off of his plate. “A nice breakfast and a hard workout.” Zack noticed a plate made for him sitting on the table, Henry pushed it towards him, “If you’d like to join me, that is.” Henry said. A flood of memories poured over Zack as he remembered the workout yesterday, Henry’s hot heavy crotch pressed against his face on the bench, feeling his huge chest as they measured his body, the encounter on the couch. 
Henry took Zack’s pause as hesitation and added, “today I’m working out legs and doing cardio. I could show you how to Bulgarian split squats!” Henry seemed genuinely excited and the smile on his face furthered the point, “maybe after, we could go on a run, I have a path in the woods I like to take.”
While all of that sounded nice to Zack, he wasn’t sure he could keep up with Henry, but the thought of this man being excited to show him things in the gym was something Zack had always secretly wished for. “Sure, why not.” Zack said, shrugging his shoulders, big smiling slightly as he did it. Henry returned the smile.
“Eat up, you’re going to need something on top of those two beers you had ha ha ha.” Henry got up from the table and walked down the hallway, leaving Zack alone to eat his breakfast. Henry had made quite the spread, but he had given Zack such a portioned amount it was perfect. Henry ate his eggs and drank the drink Henry had set aside for him, he noticed it had some powder in it, the jug on the counter that was left sitting out had something written on it, Creatine? Zack wondered what that was as he drank and finished his plate. 
Henry still had not left his room, and so Zack went to change, again putting on baggy shorts and keeping on his oversized shirt. Even though it didn’t work well last night and Henry still sniffed out his boner, he knew he had to keep trying to hide how he felt, Henry was trying to trap him and he knew how big old school straight guys like him acted when they found out some little gay guy was checking them out. He wouldn’t fall for it, he felt his life depended on it, Henry would smash him to a pulp the second he dropped his defenses.
Zack heard Henry’s door open, and so he followed him out. They walked though the backyard same as yesterday, Zack noticing the tight short shorts Henry had on, and his white t-shirt was easily a size too small. As he walked his wide lats jutted out on both sides like angel wings, the fabric of the shirt spread thin as it fought to cover the expanse of his deeply muscled back. His ass was so incredibly large and round and the shorts showed it off so well, it stuck out from his waist and the small of his back Zack figured he could sit on it like it was a chair. In the hot humid air, a small sweat streak had already began to form along his crack as his ass pulled his shorts into the space between his firm ass cheeks. The back of his shirt had spots of sweat already spotting through as they finished their walk to the gym. Henry walked in and again went to turn on the stereo and the air conditioner. “It should cool down in here in a little, I forgot to leave it plugged in last night.” Inside the building the metal siding has created an oven, it was oppressively warm inside. Zack, who rarely sweat much, could feel beads of sweat forming along his hairline as Henry moved about and placed weights on bars and removed plates here and there. Finally he looked up at Zack, “You ready?” 
Zack approached him from where he stood in the center of the gym. Henry was standing in the middle of some large white metal cube, a bar loaded down heavily on each side was positioned just below shoulder height. “So what I want you to do is stand over there…” Henry said as he pointed to the side of the cube, “and watch my posture.” Henry squatted slightly and moved himself under the bar, resting it on his broad shoulders. He moved his hands to the bar and adjusted his grip. He then positioned his feet and looked over to Zack. From the side, Zack could appreciate just how thick Henry was in ever sense of the word, his body pushed forward and backward, taking up space in every direction as his muscles dominated the area around him. In the front of his tight shorts in the front, Zack could see his now familiar giant bulge, looking swollen and packed tight. “Good, I see you looking up and down to see the whole form, from my feet to my hands, nice work. Now the key here to to keep your back straight, and breath.” With that Henry stood, lifting the bar on his shoulders, and he began to lower his body down. Zack observed his incredibly straight back and his posture as Henry looked forward and concentrated on the weight. He went lower and lower until he stopped, breathed, and raised his body and the heavy weights up again. As he stood back up to his full height, Henry stepped forward and re-racked the weight, fucking his head and stepping out of the cube. “Any questions?” He said looking down at Zack. 
“I think I need to see you do it a couple of times like you did the bench before I’m comfortable trying it myself.” Zack said, it was honestly the truth, but as he said it he could swear he saw a sly grin rush across Henry’s beautiful sculpted face. 
“Of course, I can handle that. I’ll just keep squatting, you let me know when you have the basics of my form memorized.” It sounded like sarcasm, but if it was, it didn’t show in the flat even tone of Henry’s voice. 
Henry got back into position and began to squat, rep after rep, up and down, in a slow rhythmic form. Zack moved from the side to the back and was greeted with the incredible display of Henry’s shorts almost giving him a wedgie as his massive ass seemed to swallow the shorts. Zack moved back to the side, he’d lost count but Henry had not slowed down or showed any sign of fatigued as he continued to pump out reps. Zack debated for a minute on whether or not he should just let Henry go until he stopped on his own, just to see what the brute could do, but instead he said, “Okay, I’m ready to try.” Henry stood back up. 
“Already? I was just getting into a good rhythm.” He chuckled and walked Zack over to a smaller cube adjacent to the one he had used, on it an empty bar. “Just like yesterday, we’re only going to focus on form, no weight yet, okay?”
Zack shook his head in confirmation as he tried to imitate Henry’s body positioning exactly as he stepped under the bar. He moved his hands and tried to fix them the appropriate distance apart, spread his legs, and looked forward. 
“That’s a good start, let me make a few tweaks.” Henry said. Suddenly, Zack felt his hulking presence behind him. As Henry lowered his body, his powerful chest brushed against Zack’s back, his incredible width evident as he pressed himself forward. Henry then placed his large hands on top of Zack’s, encircling them as Zack held on to the bar. Henry’s hands were rough and hard as their grip tightened on Zack’s hands, his hand’s were trapped, he was immobile, stuck to the bar by the giant’s hands. Zack felt Henry still close behind him, he could feel his hot breath on his neck. As Henry breathed, his chest rose and fell, each time his massive pecs would push against Zack, punctuating their power over him, Zack could feel his boner throb painfully. Then Henry began to move his hands. “Here, try moving them here, where the bar turns from smooth to rough. Now Let’s try a squat. I’m going to spot you like I did yesterday on the bench, making sure you don’t hurt yourself and that you learn right, the first time; go ahead and stand up and lift the bar, then move back a little to take it off the rack.”
Zack did as he was told, as he stepped back he could still feel Henry’s huge body towering behind him. “Okay now what?” Zack said, trying to focus his attention on the weight and not on the load he was about to blow in his pants from just feeling the slightest brush of Henry’s body against his and the warm air breathed down his neck. 
Henry placed his hands on Zack’s hips, “Now you squat down.” As Zack lowered his body, Henry went down with him, guiding him and occasionally pressing into Zack to encourage him to straighten his back. At the deepest part of the squat, Zack began to stand back up, Henry’s hands still guiding him. As the rose, Zack felt Henry’s swollen bulge rub against his body. At first it started at the bottom of his ass, as they stood higher, the thick cock rubbed slowly up Zack’s crack. Zack could swear he could feel like pressing into him, begging his cheeks to open and accept the big dick. Then the bulge pressed into his back, and Zack knew he felt it twitch. He quickly stepped forward and racked the bar, moving himself away from Henry. 
“That was good for your first time, you need to work on keeping your posture straight, but otherwise that wasn’t bad.”
They continued their leg workout with leg presses, the Bulgarian split squats Henry raved on and on about, calf raises, on and on. Henry presented a smorgasbord of different exercises, insisting that Zack could pick his favorites and they’d make him his own workout plan. After the incident with the squatting, Henry barely touched Zack again, and no matter how hard Zack tried not only could he not tell a difference in the size of Henry’s bulge to tell if he was getting hard, but he also couldn’t get his own stubborn boner to go away. Each and every time he almost had it under control Henry would pop in with something like, “Watch the separation in my quad, that’s what you’re going for, you want this…” as he would point to different flexed muscles on his legs. The man was a beast, but his shorts held for the duration of the workout, but to Zack’s surprise. Between the pressure in the front and the huge ass shoved in the back, Zack was sure he’d get to witness Henry busting his ass out of those shorts, but alas, no such luck. 
When they finished, Henry’s white shirt was nearly see through as it clung to his body with sweat, his big dark nipples clearly showing through. He abs almost visible through the nearly translucent fabric. 
“Ready to go for our run?” Henry said, a smile plastered on his face.
“How long is it?” Zack asked, unsure of how much more his legs could take. 
“Only 10 miles, it’ll be quick.” Henry said, moving to turn off the AC and stereo in the gym. When he turned back around he registered the look on Zack’s face and laughed. “I’m kidding, it’s only 1 mile, and…” Henry pause moving closer to Zack and leaning in to whisper, Zack could feel the bristle of his 5 o’clock shadow rub against his face and Henry got close to his ear, “…there’s a surprise at the end.” Henry stood back up and winked at Zack, “well come on! Hop to it! Don’t make me use a drill Sargent voice on you!” Henry called as he walked outside. 
The two set out on their run, with Zack falling in step behind Henry. Zack knew Henry was taking it easy on him, and he was okay with that. He truthfully enjoyed getting to follow Henry, he could start at his big bouncing ass without any suspicion. But what had Henry meant that there was a surprise at the end of this. As they ran Zack’s mind ran wild with horny thoughts of things that could happen in the woods, finally he let his mind roam free and explore fantasy as he enjoyed the slow run. Occasionally, Henry would slow even more, and Zack in his fantasy world would get up beside him without really noticing, what brought him back each time was seeing the way Henry’s huge chest bounced in his shirt as he ran, huge mountains of muscle expanded with breath and covered in sweat, all Zack wanted to do was lick off every drop of sweat from every rock hard inch of that massive chest. 
Up ahead Zack could see sunshine shining through, a blue sky peeking through the thick canopy of trees. “We’re almost there!” Henry called over his shoulder as he picked up speed, “See if you can keep up with an old man.” With his long powerful muscular legs, Henry took off down the trail, literally leaving Zack in his dust. Zack quickly responded, he may be smaller…much smaller…but Zack knew he was fast. He caught up to Henry in no time, the big man’s huge body slowing him down as his legs pumped trying to move the weight faster. Zack passed Henry and he could hear Henry laughing over his shoulder as he pressed forward. No sooner than Zack passed Henry, he came out of the woods into a large open space. He stopped, as did the trail. He looked around, a fire pit, brown sand, a picnic table, and an incredibly still blue water lake that lie in the middle of the dense forest. Zack slowly walked to the water, bending down to touch it, it was cool, but it felt good on his hot body in the humid air. 
“Do you like the surprise?” Henry called, busting out of the woods. His chest heaving and his brow dripping sweat from the exertion of the sprint. 
“This is incredible.” Zack said, standing beside the lake. 
“Wanna go swimming?” Henry said, walking up beside Zack. 
“We don’t have any swim suits.” Zack said, dreading Henry suggesting they swim nude, it would be both the greatest and worst thing to ever happen to him in his life. 
“We don’t need suits?” Henry replied, “We can just go in our underwear, I mean you’ve already seen me in mine, so I’m not worried about it.” Zack hesitated, but as he watched Henry try to pull off his sweat soaked shirt which stuck to his body like glue, he said,
“Okay, yeah, the water does feel great.”
“Good.” Henry said grunting, “Now help me out of this god damn shirt!” The giant had been reduced to a child like appearance as he struggled to pull the shirt off over his swollen muscles. Zack walked over, he could smell Henry’s deodorant mixing with the smell of his sweat to create an incredibly masculine smell that went straight to Zack’s head. Henry raised his arms over his had and bent forward.
“See if you can pull it off.” Henry said, urging Zack to try and peel the shirt off his body. Zack’s cock was dangerously close to cumming as he got closer to Henry and imagine the feeling of his hard sweaty muscles. Then. He didn’t have to imagine anymore. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and he could feel Henry’s shredded obliques on his sides, and the shirt dripping wet with sweat. Zack pulled and pulled, but the shirt was stuck on Henry’s lats. Zack pulled on one side, then another, barely making any progress as the shirt refused to let go of Henry’s body. Finally Henry exhaled a huge breath and the shirt moved up his body, only now it was stuck under his huge pecs in the front. Henry stood back up, arms still above his head, trapped in the shirt as it bunched up under his pecs like a crop top or a bra. Zack moved closer and began to roll the shirt up, savoring the feeling of his hands running of the vastness of Henry’s big chest. Both sides of the shirt got snagged on Henry’s big erect nipples. Both times, Zack savored the view of pulling the shirt and seeing the fat nipple pop out of the shirt. Finally at the top of his chest, the shirt got caught on his swollen triceps. The heavy underarms sticking out and acting as a final barrier to having this shirt completely off. Zack seemed like an old pro at this now, he carefully worked one side, then the other, rolling the sleeves and letting his fingers gently graze a little longer than they necessarily needed to over Henry’s muscular frame. 
Finally, Henry grunted and pulled back as Zack pulled away, and the shirt slid off, Zack stumbled back and almost fell. Henry reached out a huge hand and grabbed his forearm catching him before he went down. “Careful there.” Henry said, pulling Zack back up right. “Damn that was an ordeal.” Henry said, taking the shirt from Zack and tossing it onto the picnic table. “Alright, now I need help getting out of these pants.” Henry said, putting his hands on his hips and bouncing his titanic pecs. Zack’s mouth went dry, and his jaw fell slack as he imagined that same tango but with Henry’s huge cock and ass in his face, gripping and groping to pull those tight shorts off. “Ha ha ha, just kidding, they’re stretchy!” Henry said, popping the waistband to exaggerate how stretchy they really were, “unless you wanna take them off of me?” Henry raised an eyebrow and cocked a smile at Zack. 
“No thanks, I’m good.” There he went again, turning down the ultimate fantasy to hide his filthy secret from Henry. 
Henry barely paid attention to Zack’s reply as he pulled down his shorts. His huge bulge bouncing and swelling as it was released from it’s tight prison. Pushing the bounds of the fabrics limits as he settled. Zack looked away, refusing to stare at the half a basketball shoved into the mans tight briefs. 
“Want me to help you take your clothes off?” Henry offered with that same sly grin. 
“I can handle it.” Zack replied, cold and distant as he could. He just had to get in the cold water and his boner would go away and he could relax. 
Henry ran into the water, splashing and displacing gallons of water with his body as he pushed into the dark blue water. Zack quickly took off his shirt and shorts, keeping his back to the lake until he could adjust his small hard cock in his underwear. 
“Come on kid!” Henry called. Zack took a deep breath and said fuck it to himself and turned and ran to the water. 

[DawnFire98]

Henry is a goddamn hunk and I can´t wait to see where the story goes. 

[Art]

Great story, so hot!!! I hope Henry help Zack to grow like him!!! 

[dredlifter]

I absolutely adore Henry's playfulness.   He's MASSIVE.  He's HOT.  He KNOWS IT.  He KNOWS what it does to little Zack.  And he's enjoying teasing the little guy just waiting for the little guy to really open up.

Oof, I'd love to see giant Henry in some tight spandex short bodybuilding shorts.  His long yet thickly enormous legs just spilling out of them.  And that massive ass.  With Henry being so tall and Zack being short, Henry huge glutes wouldn't be far below Zack's little chest. 

[Mickeypuk]

4 hours ago, dredlifter said:

I absolutely adore Henry's playfulness.   He's MASSIVE.  He's HOT.  He KNOWS IT.  He KNOWS what it does to little Zack.  And he's enjoying teasing the little guy just waiting for the little guy to really open up.

Oof, I'd love to see giant Henry in some tight spandex short bodybuilding shorts.  His long yet thickly enormous legs just spilling out of them.  And that massive ass.  With Henry being so tall and Zack being short, Henry huge glutes wouldn't be far below Zack's little chest. 

Do you think he is modelled on someone we all know

[TubokuZumuru]

This hit my fantasy so badly. I want to be teased like this in real life.

[LaDiva]

It’s insane how you keep posting banger after banger. Keep up with good stuff