m/m Little Mouse - Part Two

[londonboy]

“Who works out at this hour?”

“Only those serious about getting bigger. Here, eat this.”

“What the hell is that? It looks like a turd.”

“It’s a homemade power bar. Trust me, you’re going to come to love them.”

Michael took the nasty looking thing from Tommy and held it up to his nose. He immediately made a disgusted face because the thing smelled horrible. Tommy tilted his head in a stiff reprimand. Michael got the message. He dramatically, pinched his nose with a thumb and forefinger and then plopped the bar into his mouth. He quickly started chewing and was pleasantly surprised by how good it tasted.

“Hey, this thing’s not bad. What exactly is it supposed to do?”

“Well, first, it’s going to give you a lot of energy and, second, it’s going to help you build muscle.”

“And you make these yourself?”

“Yes, Michael, I make them myself.”

“How did you learn to make them?”

“Let’s just say I used to really be into working out.”

“Yeah, right.”

Immediately, Michael regretted his snide comment. He could see his words hurt Tommy. It was just the fact that the older dude was so out of shape. He looked like he’d never seen a gym a day in his life. Michael was definitely small, but he was somewhat fit – from a lot of swimming and some running. Tommy, however, had a tummy that pushed the limits of his sweat shirt; arms that wiggled and jiggled when he moved them, and a second chin that gave him a turkey jowl.

“I haven’t always looked like this, Michael. Let’s just say I made some choices in the past that led me to ending up like this.”

“Yeah, but you can change eating habits and time in the gym could definitely help.”

“It’s not that simple, Michael. Sometimes, other circumstances can cause us to become unhealthy.”

“You mean you’re sick, Tommy?”

“No, not exactly.”

“Problem with drugs . . . or alcohol?”

“No.”

“Then what, dude?”

“Let’s just say love made me this way.”

“Love? What do you mean?”

“Michael, I think that’s enough questions for the first day. How are you feeling?”

“Like I could outrun a horse!”

“Good. Now listen, in a few minutes you’re going to feel this intense numbing all over your body. It’s important that you not freak out. It’s just part of…”

“Fuck, Tommy! I can’t feel my hands or my feet. Now it’s going up my arms and legs. Shit, what’s happening! I’m dying, man! Call an ambulance.”

“Michael, listen!”

Tommy’s voice boomed in the empty gym. He yelled loud enough to bring Michael’s little meltdown to an abrupt stop. The smaller guy looked up at his trainer and went silent. Tommy now used a soothing voice.

“The power bar’s working it’s magic on you, Michael. No need to panic. It’s just part of the process. The numbness will go away in a few minutes and then you’ll want to lift weights more than anything in the world. I promise. Oh, and it will also make your horny as hell. Just one of the side effects – sorry.”

“Okay . . . sounds good, but right now I can’t feel a thing. Wait, oh shit, I’m dizzy my cock shot hard so fast. Oh fuck, that feels so awesome. Holy crap, I’ve got to lift something. Tell me what to do, Tommy. I want to pick up something heavy.”

“Hold on there, tiger. Here, take this curling bar and do what I do.”

Tommy handed Michael a bar with some weight on it. Immediately, it felt fucking awesome in the small man’s hands. At the same time, Tommy took another curling bar that seemed to be loaded with a lot more weight. Michael watched Tommy lift the weight up to his chest and then lower it back down. He copied the movement, but was so pumped from the power bar that he did it too quickly.

“Not so fast, Michael. It isn’t a race. It’s about maximizing the muscles in your arms. Slower is actually better – especially for allowing my homemade concoction to enhance what the lifting is going to do for you. That’s it, go slow . . . slow. Feel the biceps and triceps doing the work. Imagine what they are going to look like when they are big. I imagine you’re a arms man, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, we’ll make sure to give you some really big ones. That’s it. Take your time. Concentrate on what you are doing.”

For the next hour and a half Tommy led Michael through what seemed like a professional workout regime. It was clear Tommy knew what he was doing. Michael had a hard time understanding how a guy that looked like Tommy could be such a pro in the gym. And every time they lifted a new bar, the amount of weight Tommy moved around was much more than Michael. At the end of the workout, the small guy wasn’t tired at all. As a matter of fact he was still hard as hell and energy was pumping through his body almost violently.

“That’s enough for today, Michael.”

“But I’m not tired, Tommy. I feel like I could go on for a few more hours.”

“That’s good, real good. But let’s stop and let the formula I gave you do a little magic, shall we. You’ve laid a good foundation today. I think you’ll be shocked by the results tomorrow.”

“I’m probably going to be sore as hell, won’t I?”

“No, you won’t be sore at all, Michael. Things might be a little tight, but you won’t be sore.”

“Isn’t tight and sore the same thing?”

“Um . . . it will be a different kind of tight. You’ll see. You did great for your first day. You made your big brother proud.”

This made Michael smile. During the workout he and Tommy had chatted away about everything – their past, their futures, and what they liked. They avoided a few subjects – this being the first time they chatted, so neither wanted to reveal too much. Pleasing Tommy made Michael feel very proud. He had started to view the guy in a totally different way – not a slob, not overweight, and not greasy. He was just Tommy, his big brother. As they put weights back on the racks Michael broached a subject that had not been mentioned.

“Your bar always had a bunch of more weight than mine, Tommy.”

“Yeah, I’m kind of strong.”

“But . . . how?”

“I keep trying to tell you, Michael. Don’t always judge a book by its cover. I know I look like a slob, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I am one.”

“Can I ask you a question, Tommy?”

“Sure you can, but know that I might choose to not answer it.”

“Why did you pick Matt as your big brother?”

“It’s kind of complicated. That was a different time. I guess because I had a crush on him and he was letting me give him blow jobs all the time.”

Michael stared at Tommy in disbelief. Mainly because he could not believe Matt had let a guy like Tommy blow him, but also because Tommy was coming out in such a casual manner. It was pretty clear that the look on Michael’s face made it obvious he found it hard to believe what had been confessed.

“What? You think you’re the first one to take Matt’s insufficient squirts down the throat? We had a thing going on my freshman year. Like I said before, I was different then.”

“For a big guy he doesn’t have much of a gusher, does he?” Did he ever suck you off? Sorry, if that’s too personal . . . it’s just that . . . well, he’s not, you know, into being reciprocal . . . if you know what I mean.”

“I know exactly what you mean, Michael. No, that’s not Matt’s style. I think he imagines sucking another man’s cock means he’s not the alpha he thinks he is. He’s also pretty selfish. We had some fun together, but it became clear that he wasn’t the guy meant for me.”

“What happened, Tommy? You know, to make you realize that.”

“Um . . . let’s save that for another day, shall we? I’ll just say that I gave up a lot for Matt thinking he’d love me for it – but, as I said, that’s not his style.”

“Well, if it makes any difference at all, I think you’re a cool dude and I’m really glad you’re my big brother.”

This comment was followed by a slightly uncomfortable silence. It was like Michael was confessing that he didn’t originally think Tommy would be a good big brother, but now he did. The comment, however, made Tommy smile. It was a similar smile as the night before – after Michael made his choice known. Tommy picked up some dumbbells and turned around to re-rack them. Michael was sitting on a bench and he looked up at his workout partner. Immediately, he was shocked by Tommy’s wide as hell muscular back. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed it before.

“Holy shit!”

“What?”

“I didn’t notice earlier how your back is thick with muscle, Tommy. When you turned around just now everything just seemed to bulge anew.”

“Um . . . I think it might just be a post-workout pump.”

“No, I know muscle when I see it, trust me, and there are some serious mounds back there.”

Tommy simply smiled again and purposefully did not turn his back towards Michael any more. They finished straightening up the gym and Tommy gave Michael some dumbbells to take back to his room. He explained that another side effect of the power bar was that Michael would not need as much sleep as he usually did. Tommy told him to just workout whenever he felt energize, which he said would be quite often. He then explained that they would take a couple days off from the gym to let the formula continue working. They set another date for four days later. Tommy could tell Michael was disappointed but he said the smaller guy would thank him later. They then said their goodbyes and both men headed back to their respective dorms. Michael felt like a million bucks. As soon as he got back to his room, he did another forty-five minutes of exercises, which only got him harder and more excited about working out.

**********

That night, around ten o’clock, there was a knock on Michael’s door. He had been watching television and doing biceps curls, so he dropped the weights and went to open the door. There stood Matt in one of the tightest polo shirts Michael had ever seen. The guy’s hotness, mixed with the fact that Michael still was hard as hell, made the smaller guy quiver with sexual energy. He stepped back to let the big wrestler come in.

“Matt! Well, this is a surprise. You’ve never come to my room before.”

“Well that’s because you were supposed to be in mine about two hours ago, Mouse.”

“Oh shit, I forgot. I’m so sorry, dude. Maybe we should just pass on tonight, okay? I know it’s late and I just don’t know how time got away from me.”

Matt moved his huge body closer to the smaller Michael and pushed the door closed behind him. He looked down at the guy and smiled. It wasn’t a pleased kind of smile. Immediately, Michael could smell beer and he knew Matt was a little drunk and a lot horny.

“Since when did you start thinking you could take a pass on servicing me, little man?”

“Ever since you decided to not tell me things – important things.”

“I tell you everything, Mouse. What’s bothering you, dude? What’s so important that you don’t want to suck me off?”

“You never told me you had a thing with Tommy Cole his freshman year.”

“No? Well, I did. See, I told you. Your new big brother must of blabbed about me. How sweet. Yeah, he was a good little cocksucker. But not as good as you, Mousey. You’ve got the softest lips I’ve ever felt. And that throat of yours seems to go on forever. It’s only when you use too much teeth that I get bothered.”

“You know, that’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. And no, it won’t get me to suck you off. I’m not in the mood.”

“Yeah, but I am, little buddy. And when big Matt is in the mood, everyone is in the mood. Looks like Tommy gave you some weights to play with. Little Mousey weights, it seems. Maybe seeing me lifting will get you in the mood.”

Matt had his shirt off in seconds and grabbed the weights off the floor. The things looked small in his hands, when they had seemed pretty big in Michael’s. Matt started pumping the things up and down slowly – exaggerating the weight so his biceps bulged hard as he flexed. Michael started to lick his lips, uncontrollably – seeing the big man’s guns swelling up always got him hot and bothered, but tonight was even more intense because of the power bar Tommy had given him. Matt put both dumbbells in one hand.

“You know, Mouse, these are pretty light for a big guy like me. Even when I lift them together they don’t give my arm much resistance. I’m making my arm pop by creating all the tension myself. You like how my big gun is swelling, little Mousey? Look how big my arm is getting. You love arms, don’t you man – and mine are huge. That wet stain forming at the crotch of your shorts tells me you do. You sure you’re not in the mood for a little face thrusting, cause I think you are. I think my big arms are making you want me something awful. I’m thinking you’d like to give your big Matt some relief, now wouldn’t you?”

“I was actually thinking it would be better if we stopped seeing each other, Matt.”

Michael had no idea where the strength came from that enabled him to say these words to the big man in front of him. Matt’s gorgeous arms were clearly making Michael squirt some pre-cum into his underwear, which was causing his gym shorts to get wet. There was a flash of something akin to anger in Matt’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He flexed his big gun again by lifting the weights one more time and then put them down on the floor. He moved right in front of Michael, grabbed his head, and then forced the smaller guys face into his mammoth pecs.

“Aw, Mousey, if we weren’t together I think you’d miss these big things massaging your face when I bounce my chest up and down. Yeah, you love how I can squeeze your face with my pecs – you love it so much I bet it could make you shoot a big load. And how about when we move your face over to my hairy pit. You always say the smell of my sweat makes you hard as hell. You’d miss that if we broke up, wouldn’t you. But let’s press your face into what you’d miss most of all, shall we. Let’s make sure you feel that hard flexed biceps flattening your nose and everything else on your face. See, you even start to moan when I do that. Yeah that’s it, little Mousey, lick my big arm. See what all you’d be wishing for on a constant basis if we didn’t meet up for our little playtime? And look, I know you’ve been begging for this for a long time, so I might as well give it to you today.”

Matt leaned over and kissed Michael’s forehead. It was the most awkward thing, but it still meant a lot to the smaller dude. It showed that Matt was trying. It was a quick peck and the big wrestler immediately pulled his head away, as if he were embarrassed by what he had done. Matt then brought his arm down and unzipped his pants while he still had hold of the back of Michael’s head. He then placed both hands on the shoulders of the smaller guy – pressing down hard. Immediately, Michael’s legs buckled and he went to his knees. Matt started waving his hard dick back and forth – letting it smack up against Michael’s cheeks.

“Little Mousey also loves it when I use my strength to make him submit to my muscles. Aw, listen to that hard cock slap up against your cheeks and you trying to catch it with your mouth – like a babe needing a big tit. You love it when I play with you, don’t you little man? It’s fun making you do what I want. Don’t you want your big Matt to always be around to remind you how small and weak you are, Mouse?”

Michael’s lust for Matt’s big body overshadowed any humiliation he might have been feeling. It was useless for the little guy to even try to think he didn’t like it when Matt was domineering and acting like a big alpha stud. It turned Michael on in a way that he couldn’t understand – he just submitted to the pleasure in the same way he submitted to Matt’s strength. He could feel his cock bubbling with pre-cum now, even as gobs of the huge wrestler’s juice were sticking to his cheeks and stretching away like cheese connected to a piece of pizza when the cock pulled across his face.

“But above everything I’ve mentioned so far, tiny Mouse, is the fact that I would miss slamming my hard cock down that pretty-boy throat of yours. And I should warn you – a sex-starved big Matt is not a pretty sight. If I go too long with only my own right hand pleasing me I tend to turn angry and kind of ‘hulk-out!’ At least that’s what the other guys on the wrestling team call it. Before you came along with that tight warm mouth of yours I used to take on two guys at one time during practice and everyone would complain that I was like a wild man. I guess my need for sex just matches my size. You don’t want to make me angry, Mouse. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. I think it’s important that you remember I’m about three sizes bigger than you. That’s why you’re the Mouse and I’m big Matt. Got it, dude? Here, I’ll save you some work and just force your head to nod up and down with my own big paw. That’s a good boy. Now open wide for my aching hard dick. I’m going to remind you why you’ll never ever suggest again that we stop seeing each other.”

Michael opened his mouth – completely aware of what he was doing, choosing to submit to the big man even though part of him said he shouldn’t. Matt’s size and strength were like a drug for the little guy. He craved the big man as if Matt were the last bottle of alcohol on earth and Michael was an addict. So much of this relationship was wrong – but Matt’s muscles made it all right. Tears formed in Michael’s eyes as Matt pounded his big meat into his mouth. It was a brutal face-fuck and, yet, it turned Michael on so much that he came way before the big guy spurted his pathetic little stream of cum. As soon as Michael swallowed, the softening cock was removed from his mouth and stuffed back into Matt’s pants. It was immediately clear that the wrestler was leaving.

“Maybe you could stay . . . you know . . . all night.”

“And let the entire dorm see me leaving your room tomorrow morning. Are you high, Mouse? I’ve got a reputation to uphold, you know. I can chug half a keg of beer and still beat every guy on this campus in arm wrestling. I’ve got the most gorgeous girl on campus wetting her panties every time she touches my arm. I even tell a couple of teachers what grade to give me every time it’s test day – and they do it gladly. So, you see, little Mouse, I can’t be seen coming out of your dorm early in the morning. No, that just won’t do. And by the way, I have a funny feeling that somehow TC is behind this new emboldened Mouse. Am I right? What am I saying? Of course I’m right. I think I need to pay a visit to our good friend and make sure he knows not to mess with MY little Mouse. Look at you, dude. Streaks of cum across your face intersected with tracks of the tears my pounding caused. That’s hot, little man. I also loved how my big meat made you gag a few times. If I weren’t so angry with you I might’ve been able to get it up again and we could have had a second round – me controlling you with my cock. I’m going to leave, though, and let you contemplate your sins. Take a good look at this big bod of mine Mouse – and don’t ever again think that you won’t be here to make me happy. That’s what you were made for, bro – to be my cum depository. These muscles own you, dude, and don’t you forget it. I’ll see you at my place tomorrow night at eight. Don’t be late.”

Michael missed Matt’s body as soon as the guy was gone. He craved the muscles immediately. Even kneeling in the middle of his room, cum streaks across his face and his underwear all soggy and sticky – Michael was still hooked. He really had intended to end this insane relationship with Matt but the feeling of the big man’s hand behind his head forcing Michael to face worship different parts of his body was still there and making the small guy stay rock hard. The words ‘my Mouse’ still rang in Michael’s ears. Matt had claimed Michael as his own. It certainly wasn’t romantic and on some level Michael knew it wasn’t that healthy, but right now it didn’t matter. The big guy had even gotten jealous of Tommy. Michael crawled across the floor and got into bed – confused, but content. He thought about Matt’s huge arms and was able to bust out another big wad before falling asleep.

[muscl4life]

I am so excited about this love story! Deep and intensa, sexy and romantic as well. Congratulations!!!

[arpeejay]

I have one word:

 

Zooks!

[flamedelft]

Well this raised my spirits Can't wait to see how Michael gets his comeuppance.

[emsgdh]

Just have to say that this is an absolutely wonderful story.  Thank you very much.

[Hanugumo]

Please tell me that Tommy will dominate matt during their "meeting" about Michael. >.<; If Matt wouod dominate Tommy, Tommy might no longer be willing to train Michael and all and that won't do. <='(

Loved the story though and I am lookig forwards to the next installment. 83 <3

[SeaMusc]

I LOVE IT.  

 

You know how much I love romance and muscle, LondonBoy.  You are giving it to us in spades in this story.  I love the way that it is building and I hope that there are many more chapters coming.

[Ro20316]

Tommy has some kind of magic within him, he gets himself look unhealthy around people but Michael can see through that "glamour" someties and see what he is packing under his shirt. Wonder what will iot take for Michael to find out the truth giving that he loves muscle, there will be a time where he just simply will tear Tommy's shirt off

[Guest]

Or somehow his relationship with Matt caused Matt to get big and Tommy to get flabby.

[spacevlad]

Amazing. I love the power dynamics at play. Can't wait to see just how big and strong Tommy is, and how quickly Michael will grow.