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38 minutes ago, Mdlftr said:

Woah!  I did not expect this from muscle stud Jolias.  HE'S insecure? 

There's no hope for the rest of us!

Ha Ha!

I remember going through the analysis with you several years ago on the insecurities of another "muscle-stud,"  the AJ character from muscleaddict's AJ & Noah!  😜  Yeah, bodybuilders are just like us regular-sized guys! 😃  

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Note: We’re back to Mike’s point of view for the remaining chapters.

CHAPTER 11

Once again I sat in a class where I really ought to have been paying attention rather than thinking only of Jolias.  His face was all I could see in my head when I sat in that hard, unrelenting classroom chair.  I glanced down at my notes and it was once again riddled with nothing but Jolias's name.  He was so fucking hot, how could I not think of him constantly?  Right?  How was he not a famous model making millions of dollars a month just posing for pictures?  Wait, scratch that idea.  If he were doing that, I'd have no shot at being with him.  I'd have no shot at even being friends with him, much less lovers.  He can do that after we get married, and then we can be rich!

I laughed inwardly at myself, thinking of the future in those terms.  I looked up at the professor who was droning on and on, and I saw a ton of crap written on the chalkboard that I definitely should have been paying attention to.  I subconsciously shook my head, cursing at myself for allowing my mind to wander so freely.  ‘I am now going to try to listen in on the lecture and take notes’, I said to myself.

But, just like that, in a mere second after that thought, I was back to thinking about Jolias, and only him.  I knew he was a gym-goer, which meant he had to be hiding from me at least some sexy muscles under those clothes.  I'd love so much to see them!  Even with his clothes on, I could easily see his shoulders were wide and his hips trim and when my slender body and head accidentally hit his rock hard physique earlier today, oh my god!  It felt like a rippling striated boulder!  Well, of course, with thoughts like these, my cock was growing again within the confines of my pants.  And I didn't even care.  I liked imagining Jolias with a tight, sexy, hugely and bulgingly muscular body.  I should have joined him in the gym today, instead of coming to this class that I wasn’t paying attention to anyway.  I could have watched him doing his bench presses, pushing up weight that I could never dream of lifting anything near as heavy, watching from his side as his pecs bunched up into solid striated bulging sexy mounds every time he pushed the very heavy weight up.  I would be there getting him water, wiping his perspiration, measuring his various muscle parts for him and keeping a chart of each of their muscular developments.  Now where did I just get these thoughts from?  Hmm…

My fantasy daydream then shifted into dangerous territory, ala yesterday in the classroom when it was witnessed by Jolias himself.  My professional duties in the school gym helping Jolias now also included measuring his huge bodybuilder-dick, and the giving him blowjobs after each set!  Even maybe, and I now took this very pleasurable daydream where the requirement for this position that I had as his helper, also included actually what I had wanted to have occurred in my previous Jolias fantasies.  When he would be lying on a bench, pressing a ton of weight, I'd walk over to him, climb up and straddle him.  I’d remove our pants and sit down right on his muscular dick, then lien right onto the bar he was lifting so as to add my body as additional weight for him to lift in his workout.  I’d then bend down, kiss him hard on the lips, and our tongues would wrestle each other.  I'd then lift my ass up and down on his huge dick as he brutally and deeply impaled me over and over again in rhythm to his lifting.  Our loud moans would echo through the school gym.  In this fantasy, nobody would mind that any of this was going on at all!  

FUCK.  Finally actually getting fucked by Jolias in my mind, now came to an end and I was back to reality when I heard the screech of metal chair legs scraping across cheap linoleum.  Class had apparently ended, and I was once again sitting with a raging hardon and a wet spot that would become overly apparent if I then stood up.  Time to wrap that hoodie around my waist again.  My heart fluttered as I realized I was now done with class and, well, "done" isn't exactly accurate in this context.  I think I was done before class even began.  I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted my heartthrob, or dick throb.  Hopefully he'd still want to get lunch.  Or maybe he was still in the gym working out, building his huge bulging muscles even bigger, and I could go watch. Well, I hope he has huge bulging muscles, but he’s always covered up.  Damn!

‘Fuck yes where’ he sent back.  I guess he was “done” too.  I suggested the Den since I don't really want to have to travel far for lunch, and not prolong the amount of time before I got to see him again.

Once I knew the hoodie was secure around my waist, I stood up, prepared to walk to the Den.  Hopefully it wasn’t that cold out so I wouldn't feel too chilly without my hoodie on again.  I was very aware that I'd apparently leaked a ton of pre into my pants.  That's just great.  Just thinking of this guy sent my cock into a frenzy.  I mean, I leaked pre all the time when I was jerking off, but to leak so much just from thinking about a guy was totally new to me.  It was exciting, but also caused embarrassment. 

When we get together now, I want to take this up just a notch and get at least a kiss from him.  It's mostly harmless.  He'll either recoil, or embrace it.  We're both gay…that much we've established.  So, he won't hate me if he dislikes a kiss.  I could play it off as my thinking he wanted to.  Oh fuck, I was overthinking things again.  I need to just let things play out naturally.  Be more loosey-goosey.  But my throbbing cock was telling me to hurry things up.

Exiting the building, a blast of cold air hit me and I already regretted having only a short-sleeve shirt on.  I actually hoped that I'm going to need to start dressing in advance warmer for the inevitability that as long as Jolias is in my life I'll always need to hide my raging boners and wet spots.  But I hurried my way to the Den, eager to get there.  It'd only been an hour or two since I last saw him, but it felt like forever and I missed him.

I was walking like a freak of nature.  I looked like one of those people who thinks speed-walking is a sport.  My jogging would have been slower, but I couldn't help myself.  I was getting looks from passers-by.  I didn't even care.  I was eager to get to the Den and hopefully be there before Jolias has to wait too long.     

As I rounded a corner, I stumbled and almost fell, looking like a spaz as I basically danced my way back to balance.  And not gracefully.  I decided to slow my pace a bit after that, but fortunately I was already pretty much at the Den anyway.  I approached the double-doors of the building, and I slowed my walk even further.  There were several students milling about outside socializing or either coming or going.  But I didn't see Jolias.  I couldn't tell if he'd beaten me here and had already gone inside or if he hadn't arrived yet.  I looked around, and I couldn't see that telltale mop of dark hair and those broad shoulders.  I kept glancing in the direction of where the campus gym was to see if he was coming, and I didn't see him.  But if I walked inside to see if he was already in there, and he wasn't, he may arrive and wonder where I am.  

So I texted him. ‘Where you at’

And then like a child waiting to be told when he could open his Christmas present, I stared at my phone, waiting for those iPhone bubbles to appear to let me know he was typing a response.  But nothing came up.  It was times like this when I actually wished he had his read-receipt function turned on.  But, then again, sometimes not knowing was better.

I decided to sit on one of the benches that was outside the building.  The chill of the cold bench made me shiver even more than I already was.  My phone continued to rest within my fingers, waiting for the telltale sound of a text message coming through.  I sat there, staring off into the distance, the noise of the surrounding students and any other commotion just a dull hum in the background, as I waited for some sign of Jolias.  I mean, shit, the gym was about equidistant from the Den as the main classroom building I was at.  What the fuck was taking him so long? 

I stared down at my phone's homescreen, not even bothering to check the text thread to see if those bubbles would ever appear.  I was beginning to wonder if he'd changed his mind and decided to do something else.  Or perhaps he met some other dude at the campus gym and became fast friends like he did with me.  I mean, he did meet me for all of two minutes and immediately invited me to a late dinner.  Why wouldn't he do the same with someone else?  I could just see him meeting a dude at the lockers in the gym and their eyes would lock and Jolias would be off with that well-built cooler guy.  And there's got to be about a thousand other dudes here who are way cooler and have much more attractive bodies than me.  And I’m sure they’d all be into Jolias!

"BLARGHHH" a sudden guttural, throaty exclamation came from some entity that was immediately behind my ears, and I felt strong hands grip and lightly shove my slender shoulders forward as I sat on the cold bench. 

 

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5 minutes ago, Jtchef2 said:

I absolutely love this story 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼

Thanks, Jtchef2, for all of your encouragement, which has been very helpful in my writing and posting it. 

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“BLARGHHH”

Sounds like love-talk to me!!

LOL

Enjoying this more than I thought I would, from the emotional highs and lows to the crashing worries to the soaring hope!

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17 minutes ago, Mdlftr said:

“BLARGHHH”

Sounds like love-talk to me!!

LOL

Enjoying this more than I thought I would, from the emotional highs and lows to the crashing worries to the soaring hope!

So, you had initial doubts Mdlftr😃😃   Seriously, thanks a lot for all of your responses! 

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No negative comments about your writing style or choice of subject, @DennisFLL!

I know how difficult it is to pull off a “romantic muscle story” without venturing into either tedium or sappiness.   You’ve 

managed to skip both and stay interesting - no mean feat!

Kudos!

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24 minutes ago, Mdlftr said:

No negative comments about your writing style or choice of subject, @DennisFLL!

I know how difficult it is to pull off a “romantic muscle story” without venturing into either tedium or sappiness.   You’ve 

managed to skip both and stay interesting - no mean feat!

Kudos!

Thanks a lot, Mdlftr.  I appreciate your very flattering analysis!  There's still a few chapters remaining, and I look forward to any additional responses you may have on them....Dennis

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Just two chapters left, dear friends, before the Grand Finale.  Hope you’re enjoying the build-up to it………Dennis

 

CHAPTER 12

"BLARGHHH" was the sound that I heard from behind me as I then felt strong hands on my shoulders gently pushing me a little forward.  I was sitting and waiting on a cold bench outside the school’s cafeteria for Jolias.  Startled, I damn near dropped my phone, but whipped my head around once in one direction, only seeing a blur of a humanoid figure in my peripheral vision.  I then rotated my head in the other direction to see the origin of the noise.  And as always my heart fluttered and skipped a beat as I looked up upon the extreme hotness that was Jolias.  He had that shit-eating grin upon his handsome face, knowing that he was successful in scaring the bejeezus out of me.  The sounds of the world around me had stopped for several seconds as I looked up at him.  Then suddenly they were back to a normal volume as I once again heard people talking, sounds of traffic, and the somewhat dull sounds of nature as some birds chirped and squawked in the distance.  My Jolias was here and I was thrilled beyond description!

But fuck.  He was all covered up, as always.  Hoodie zipped up, long pants, and even his backpack was slung across his shoulder adding just that extra bit of obscurity to his body.  I was hoping he'd been too lazy to get completely dressed after his lifting, but then, perhaps this is what took him so long to meet me.  I gazed upon his massive shoulders and arms with his much smaller waist.  Oh, there was such potential for major-muscle underneath!

"Fuck you, dude," I finally said, muttering it, attempting to appear annoyed.  But I was also amused with myself that I was becoming more comfortable even using the word ‘dude,’ which led me to reveal a slight grin.  Which further led into a bigger one.  I couldn’t really ever see being truly angry at him.

"Aw, did I scare ya little boy?" he giggled, feigning concern that he'd done what he’d suggested.  I giggled back at him a bit, but then I put my bottom lip out in now MY play-acting.

"Yeah, I was scared so much I almost dropped my phone," I said in a faux cry as he held that now plastered-on grin.  “This really broad-shouldered and handsome guy just scared the living-daylights out of me.”     

Jolias let out a quick loud chuckle with that, then said, "Yeah, yeah, so... why are you only wearing just that flimsy shirt?  Y'know the thing around your waist can be worn as a sort of 'hoodie,' right?" he asked sarcastically using air-quotes again.  I couldn't tell him... or rather, I couldn't comfortably explain to him that I once again made a mess of myself just from thinking about him and needed to cover up.  "You're fucking shivering little dude, come on let's get you inside and make you nice and warm.  And, haha, I'm starving anyway."  He then literally grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, and guided me to the doors.  My heart was dancing within my chest.  Truthfully I didn't even realize I was shivering that much, but the other physical effects he was having on me were oblivious.  Just his touch upon my bare forearm made my cock throb and swell.  Thankfully, that was already covered up.

Once inside, I felt the warm air envelop my body and immediately I realized just how cold I was outside.  He then released my arm and I exhaled in disappointment.  I looked down at the muscular hand that was no longer wrapped around my arm and I envisioned myself grabbing it now and entwining my fingers with his.  But I didn’t, not feeling that it was fully appropriate.  I was only a couple of inches from him and I looked back up and saw him staring down at me with bright eyes that looked lovingly at me.  And we were within kissing range, our lips just a few inches apart.  "'You getting nice and warm now," he said in his deep Jolias voice, not really expecting a response.  I sighed in sexual frustration as we continued to stare at each other.  A straight couple would be making out full throttle now.  After a little while, we walked into the dining area and got in line to order our food.

"So, uh, Jolias, how was the gym?" I finally managed to sputter out.

"It was alright.  I cut my usual time lifting since I was soon gonna be having lunch with this real cutie," he stated super matter-of-factly, bumping his solid shoulder into mine as we stood in line.  My heart and cock throbbed in tandem.  I think I was in love and lust simultaneously, all after less than 24 hours of meeting him.  

"Oh, what made it just 'alright,' and not, like, ‘awesome?’" I asked, sort of flirty, accentuating the word ‘awesome’.  I also wanted to hear more about his lifting and muscle-building.  Pant. Pant.

He chuckled.  "I D K," then shrugged, once again saying the actual letters instead of the words ‘I don't know.’  "I had, well, still do, lots on my mind. A little stressed about something."

I looked at him concerned, but not wanting to pry I then asked, "That can affect your workout?" I was genuinely interested in his response.  I've never spent any time working out myself, so I didn't know what it was like.  But it really bothered me that he was stressed about something.  I was also super curious about what that could be, but it seemed like it was private stuff and I didn't want to seem nosy and annoying.

"Yeah, little dude, it can be hard to focus when you're thinking of other things, especially if it's stuff that stresses you out.  I could've focused harder on developing my muscles more as I was lifting, but my mind kept going elsewhere."

"How does it help to focus on your muscles while lifting?" I asked, loving this topic enormously and realized I was probably sounding extremely naïve about the subject.  But, of course, this was effectively porn talk to me, talking about muscles and bodybuilding with an actual bodybuilder (I hoped maybe).  And, I was of course hard as a rock down there, conveniently blocked by my hoodie from him and anyone else seeing.

He smiled down at me, amused and perhaps happy that I was pursuing this subject.  "Well, it definitely helps when you work a specific muscle to focus on it, make it flex hard as you reach every contraction.  It maximizes the effect of the weight and strain you put on it.  Form is extremely important."  And then he cocked an eyebrow at me with a smile.  "I take it you haven't spent much time on the inside of a gym, have ya little dude?"

I looked away, a bit embarrassed.  He probably thinks I'm a weak loser, but I can't exactly hide the fact that I'm not a gym-goer if I'm asking him these simple, basic questions.  And I loved immensely hearing him talk about flexing muscles and all that when he exercises.  And, because since I’m hoping he’s my ‘muscle-dude,’ I especially loved hearing him call me his ‘little dude.’  I finally responded with, “No, I haven’t, ‘big dude’.  Sorry," I then sputtered out, giving him a half-smile.

"Why are you sorry?" he asked, chuckling at my calling him ‘big dude’.  

"Oh!  Uh, I dunno," I replied, looking back up at him, shrugging. “You’re obviously really into the gym and muscle-building, and well, I just never did that.  At all.”  I looked at him with a sorry kind of twist-of-my-lips look.  “Ever!” Then a frown.  

"Come with me next time, that is if you wanna learn more about muscle-building," he said a little excitedly.  “I’ll show you a lot of things that I hope you’ll like.”

‘How about I just watch, and you can see me explode into my pants’ I thought to myself.  "Right, I know you’ve already asked me to come," I said.  "Wouldn't I just slow you down, Jolias?"

"Nope!" 

"But--" and that's all I got out before he put his muscular hand covering my entire chest and shoved me very lightly as the line was gradually moving.  And he kept it there for a while longer.  Any touch from him I thoroughly loved, every time.  I breathed him in and I tingled all over as I looked up at him. And he looked down at me, then wiggled his fingers a little into my chest and winked at me.  And yeah, leak, leak, as I audibly moaned very low.

"Stop overthinking things, little dude, and just come,” he said, and then he pulled my arm, and me, to the counter since it was finally our turn to order food. 

I thought of Jolias to myself as it was now my turn to state my order to the guy behind the counter.  I wasn't even sure of what I was ordering; my mind had detached itself from my body.  I needed to make it fully known to Jolias that I wanted to date him and kiss him so badly that I quivered in anticipation just thinking about it.  That I wanted so badly for him to be a bodybuilder so that I could muscle-worship him, and, yeah, of course, suck his big bodybuilder-dick.  And, not being too greedy, that I wanted him to fuck me so deep and do whatever he wanted to me to give him the greatest pleasure.  

But, love is hard.  It shouldn't be, but it is.  Friendships are hard, too, especially when they dance around the boundaries of love and sex.  I could have this amazing friend Jolias for the rest of my life if I keep my mouth shut and swallow my feelings of love for him.  If I admit that to him, even after only knowing him less than 24 hours, he might pull away and we could end up being total strangers to each other soon.  

Or, just maybe...

 

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