Saturday 24 November 2018

MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 11)

"I’d expected to feel a lot of things seeing AJ on an actual bodybuilding stage. Excitement, arousal, surrealism. All of which I was very much experiencing in that moment. But never did I expect to feel pride. Because that was my boyfriend up there. My sweet, gorgeous, wonderful boyfriend, who’d I’d spent the last few months falling in love with, tanned up and ready to show off his outrageously muscular physique for an audience of muscle hungry spectators, all ready to marvel at the pumped up, beautifully bronzed bodybuilder on stage"

It's time for part 11 of "AJ & Noah" and the lads are staying in London for the weekend for AJ's guest posing spot at what will be Noah's first bodybuilding show! Flexing, shredded muscle freaks in tiny, shiny posers?! Eeeeee!!

There's the return of a few familiar faces in this one, with Mark Green, the regional muscle monster daddy from Scorpio's Gym making an appearance, as well as Liam "The Guns" Watson from my "Have You Seen These Posing Trunks?" story, wearing a very familiar pair of posers! Some of you may even spot a few cheeky nods to my "Dan and Jake" story too!


 Thirty

My heart skipped a beat as I stood and watched AJ walking up to me outside the Little Denton train station with a holdall over his shoulder and a gorgeous, cheeky grin on his face.

He looked more tanned than I’d ever seen him, was wearing a tight fitted, black t-shirt, which his huge arms bulged out of and his thick thighs were squeezed into his painted on jeans. More significantly though, sometime in the twenty four hours since I’d last seen AJ, he’d shaved his head and was now sporting an all over buzz cut. FUCKING HELL! He’d literally never looked sexier.

I even felt a little nervous as the insanely hot bodybuilder approached me. Which was completely absurd considering I’d spent a large proportion of the previous few weeks being wrapped around him naked on his bed. Not to mention the fact that he also happened to be my fucking boyfriend.

“What’s in the suitcase?” AJ asked, beaming at me.

“Four days worth of work clothes!” I replied.

“Oh yeah! Course!” he said, rolling his eyes at his own stupidity.

It was the Saturday of AJ’s guest posing spot at the bodybuilding show in London. With my work experience placement at Third Hill Publishing starting the following Monday, I’d be going straight to my friends place the following day, while AJ would be travelling back to Little Denton alone.

In the previous few days I had made an effort to try and take a more positive view of the situation. As I had assured AJ that afternoon in his bedroom when I’d told him about the placement, I would only be staying in London for five days. And as AJ had reasoned at the time, those five days would probably fly by. And although I was trying not to dwell on the future too much, there was a part of me that recognised that five days apart from each other would become a regular occurrence once I’d gone back to university.

That morning, however, my thoughts were firmly focused on what would be happening before my work placement. Not only would I be spending the entire weekend with AJ and staying with him in a hotel, but I would be going to my very first bodybuilding show, where I’d get to see my bodybuilder boyfriend guest pose on stage. HOLY FUCKING HELL!

“When did you do that to your hair?” I asked AJ.

He pulled his “eeeek” face. “This morning! Do you hate it?!” he asked, wincing.

“NO!” I said, giving him a wide eyed look. I did miss his regular hair a little but, FUCK, AJ looked so fucking sexy. My legs were practically quivering. “The opposite!” I replied, a little sheepishly.

AJ’s mouth erupted in a dreamy grin. “Phew!” he said.

When we boarded the second train of our journey to London, there was no one else in our carriage. “This is cosy!” AJ said to me as we were sat down, me in the window seat and him spilling out of his on either side. He leaned into the aisle to have a good look down the carriage to see if anyone was approaching. Then, with a mischievous look on his face, he wrapped one of his huge arms around my leg, his hand firmly gripping the inside of my thigh near my knee. At the same time he bought his face into my neck and just lovingly grinned at me. FUUUUCK!

I gripped on to his arm and nuzzled into the top of his head. “You look so fucking sexy!” I said, rubbing his soft, shaven, buzz cut head with one hand.

AJ looked up at me and mischievously grinned. “Wait until you see me on stage!” he said, cheekily raising his eyebrows. And then he tensed his upper body and let out a, “GRRRRR!”

Fuuuuck!! I started to swell under his huge arm. “Mmmmm!” he said, with a devilish smirk, pushing his arm down against my rock hard, throbbing cock. I bit my lip. “Are there cameras in the toilets?” he joked.

It was such an indescribably horny moment. Being squashed up to my bodybuilder boyfriend, who was tanned and pumped and ready to hit a bodybuilding stage in just a few hours, his chunky, hairless, tanned arm wrapped tightly around my leg as I gripped on to it. I was trapped. Completely at his mercy. I probably would have let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to me in that moment. Even if it meant being thrown off the train by the conductor.

Unfortunately the affection stopped when more people entered our carriage, and it didn’t start again until we’d checked into our hotel. But it was still so incredibly erotic being sat next to AJ on the train. Not to mention frustrating. I so badly wanted to just wrap my fingers around his, hold his hand and rest my head on his huge shoulder. To show my affection for my amazing, gorgeous, beautiful boyfriend. Just the same as any straight girl would be able to.

Being stood up so close to him on the tube en route to the hotel was just as equally exciting and frustrating. “This is … weird!” AJ said to me, leaning closer as we clung on to the bars.

“What?!” I asked.

“No one’s staring at me!” he replied.

I grinned at him. “It’s London. No one cares!” I replied, even though I definitely had noticed a few lingering glances in AJ’s direction.

“That’s no fun!” AJ cheekily said. “Maybe I should take my top off?”

I giggled and dreamily looked at him, before noticing a pretty hot, butch looking gay guy sitting down, who actually was staring at us, kind of wide eyed and definitely intrigued. As our eyes met, one corner of his mouth curled into this knowing, little grin. Like he was saying, “Jesus, mate. Your boyfriend is fucking HOT!” Or maybe he was just thinking that we looked kind of cute together.

There was something about being away from Little Denton with AJ that not only felt exciting but also incredibly special. Just being on the train and the tube with him. Getting around London. Helping him get through the barriers at the station. Leading the way. It felt like we were embarking on our own little adventure.

I also couldn’t help thinking that this is what it would be like if AJ moved down here once I’d finished university and we maybe rented a little flat together. Going out regularly and exploring the city together, away from our parents and families. Me working in publishing. AJ working in a gym as a full time personal trainer. Maybe even working for himself with a bucket load of regular clients. A proper little couple with our own life in London.

“Wow! This is really nice!” I said to AJ, as we entered the hotel room.

He threw his holdall on the floor and wrapped his huge arms under mine and around my back, while looking at me lovingly. I pressed myself against him and sank into his huge mass. Would touching AJ ever not feel amazing, I wondered. I never, ever wanted to forget how this felt.

AJ leaned his face in to mine and kissed me passionately. As we kissed, I ran one of my hands through his freshly shaven hair.

“Fuuuck!” AJ hushed, as we parted lips. “I’ve been dying to do that all morning!” he said. I dreamily grinned back at my beautiful bodybuilder boyfriend. “Although I could have done it a lot sooner if you hadn’t spent half an hour in that Harry Potter shop at King’s Cross!”

I smirked and rolled my eyes. “I’m not apologising for my love of Harry Potter!” I firmly said.

“I just don’t remember there being any shredded bodybuilders at Hogwarts. Or any lime green posing trunks!”

I grinned ecstatically at AJ’s Hogwarts reference. “Wait - have you read the books?” I asked, feeling a twinge of excitement.

AJ screwed his face up. “NO!” he scoffed, as if the idea of him reading a book for pleasure would be ludicrous. “I’ve seen the films!”

I giggled and AJ took my hand and led me to the hotel bed. We fell on to it and he climbed on top of me. He grabbed my belt buckle and started to undo my belt and before I knew it my hard, throbbing cock was out and AJ was sucking me off. Fuuuuuck.

With my hand on his freshly shaved hair, AJ stopped sucking and looked up at me with a mischievous grin. “Can’t wait for you to see me pose on stage!” he cheekily said, giving my cock a firm squeeze. I grinned back at him and he took the head of my cock in his mouth and started to suck again. I groaned, while simultaneously picturing AJ flexing on stage at the bodybuilding show.

He stopped sucking and looked up at me again. “And I definitely want you to do that thing you did to me the other day in the shower, again!” he said. “After I’ve shown off what a pumped up little freak I am!”

And then he plunged down again, making a muffled groan. I giggled, but FUCK, it was so sexy hearing AJ talk that way.

“Oh God!” I groaned as I gripped on to his shaved head. “I think you’d better stop!” I exclaimed. AJ obeyed and looked at me again with the sexiest little grin.

“I wanna save it!” I told him, even though I was so close to blowing a load.

AJ climbed up the bed and lay down next to me, wrapping his enormous arms around me so I was snuggled into him. I literally couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. It felt like it was going to be the perfect weekend.

As AJ went to use the bathroom, I opened up my suitcase and retrieved a parcel. My stomach clenched as I pictured what was inside of it. When he came back to the room, I nervously handed it to him.

“What’s this?!” he asked, looking confused and suspicious.

I shrugged and gave him a sheepish smirk. My heartbeat quickened as AJ opened up the packet and his eyes widened to comical effect when he drew out the indecently shiny, hot pink posing trunks I’d ordered off the Internet the day after he’d told me about the bodybuilding show.

“OH MY GOD!” he said, holding them up. Even just seeing him holding the shiny, pink trunks in his hands was an obscenely hot image.

“No pressure to wear them today!” I said. “That’s not why I bought them! Just … thought you could do with another pair, like you said!”

“Awww, Noah!” he said to me. He looked genuinely touched. Meanwhile my insides were melting. As well as feeling pretty pleased with myself that my gift had gone down well. Is this how AJ had felt when he’d gifted me my bright blue Scorpio’s gym hoodie all those weeks ago?

“I love them!” AJ exclaimed, studying them. “And they’re pretty fucking hot!” he added, with a tone of surprise.

I gave him a wide eyed look and nodded as if to say, you’re telling me! I almost hadn’t been able to believe just how hot the posers were when I’d received them a few days before and I’d first taken them out of the packet. I had even been tempted to try the shiny fuckers on myself.

AJ jumped off the bed and stood in front of the mirror, putting the pink posers up to his groin over his jeans in the most adorable and sexiest manner. “My very own pink posing trunks! GRRRRR!”

Then he came back over to me and swooped me up in his arms. “Awww! Thanks, Cookie!” he said, as I buried my face into his neck and clung on to his back. I felt like I wanted to cry with happiness.

We stayed like that for a little while, just holding each other. “Mmmm. We should get going!” AJ finally said in my ear.

I retreated from his neck and gazed at him. He gave me a loving look and we kissed each other. When we parted lips, the corner of AJ’s mouth curled into this cheeky, little grin. “So …,” he began, in a mischievous tone, “ready to see a bunch of flexing, shredded muscle freaks?”

Thirty One

“OK, lads, you’re all signed in. Here are your backstage passes!”

OH FUCK! Yep. This is happening. This is actually fucking happening!

My head felt like it was going to explode when a guy at the venue of the bodybuilding show handed me and AJ each a backstage pass on a bright orange lanyard. I looked at AJ, who was giving me a mischievous, knowing smirk with a wide eyed look. He knew exactly what this meant to me, and how both excited and admittedly pretty nervous I must have been feeling in that moment.

I wrapped the lanyard around my neck and followed AJ, still in shock and disbelief at what was happening. That I, Noah Cook, who’d been fantasising about huge, shredded, competition conditioned muscle freaks since about the age of fifteen, was going backstage at an actual bodybuilding show with my actual bodybuilder boyfriend.

“Hmmm. I wonder how Mark’s looking?” AJ mysteriously said.

I shot him a confused look. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. Scorpio’s resident muscle monster Mark Green is competing!”

HOLY FUCKING HELL!

“Ready to see the bodybuilder version of you in shredded, competition condition?” AJ asked me.

I bit my lip and grinned, internally melting at the reference to one of our old Facebook conversations. I suddenly recalled the day AJ had sent me a picture of local monster Mark Green, in all his bald, monstrous, daddy-esque glory, cranking out a most muscular on stage in his shiny purple posers. It felt like such a long time ago, even though it hadn’t been. So much had happened between me and AJ since that day.

I don’t think anything could have really prepared me for what it would be like to be  stood in a pump room backstage at a bodybuilding show. Everywhere I looked I saw huge, bronzed, shredded muscle freaks in tiny, colourful posing trunks. FUCK! Some were getting tanned up, some just standing around, some were pumping up with weights and a couple were even flexing and hitting poses (JESUS CHRIST)! I didn’t know where the fuck to look. I’m sure I must have looked like a rabbit in headlights. AJ, meanwhile, seemed to be getting a kick out of seeing my reaction as he was looking at me with this cheeky, knowing grin on his face.

Not only were the sights amazingly horny and surreal, but the whole room had this unique kind of energy. I could just feel the testosterone, heat, power and attitude which came from being in a room full of assorted, superhuman muscle monsters who’d pushed their bodies to unthinkable limits, and who just wanted to flex and pose and show off what indecently muscular freaks they’d become.

I’m sure I even noticed a few familiar faces amongst the competitors. I may have even wanked off over one or two of them in the past. And then, a man I very much recognised came waddling up to AJ and I. All 6’3, two hundred and fifty plus pounds of him. A man I’d met about a month ago in Scorpio’s Gym back home, and was now shredded to fuck and wearing nothing but a pair of shiny purple posing trunks. Presumably the same ones from the picture AJ had cheekily sent me over Facebook all those weeks ago.

Mark Green gave AJ a friendly squeeze on his shoulder as the two of them began to converse in conversation. All the time I just couldn’t stop staring at the mountain of shredded, tanned muscle I was suddenly inches away from. His tits were fucking HUGE. Just two thick plates of bronzed pec muscle hanging off his frame. Meanwhile, his shredded, wonky shaped abs protruded from his stomach and his ridiculously thick arms had these freakish veins running up and down them. Even his shiny purple posers were insanely hot close up.

“Mark, remember my mate, Noah, from Scorpio’s?”

OH GOD!

“Oh, hey, mate!” Mark said casually

“Super Heavyweight competitors! All Super Heavyweight competitors! Can you queue up to hit the stage please?” announced a loud voice.

“That’s me, mate!” Mark announced.

“Good luck up there, dude!” AJ said. Mark gave me a friendly nod and then waddled off to the other end of the pump room, his shiny purple posers barely covering even a third of ginormous sized glutes. Jesus CHRIST!

AJ was just continuing to smirk at me. I playfully shook my head at him. “Shut it, you!” I quietly said, while grinning back.

A well built but fully clothed man wearing a similar lanyard to the one around my neck walked up to us, introduced himself as Larry and thanked AJ for agreeing to guest pose at the show. Apparently AJ would be hitting the stage in about half an hour, after the Super Heavyweight competitors had finished their prejudging round.

“Do you wanna use the tanning tents, AJ?” Larry asked.

“Can my friend come with me?” AJ asked. My chest expanded. Oh fuck. Was I about to help my cute, bodybuilder boyfriend tan up before he went out on to a bodybuilding stage?

“Sure!” Larry replied, casually.

Answer: yes, I bloody was. FUUUUCKKK!!

AJ shot me a wide eyed look as Larry led us to the tanning tents. I didn’t really have time to form much of a picture in my mind of where we were heading. It all happened so quickly. But I presumed I was about to witness a bunch of shredded muscle monsters standing in some tenets getting sprayed with bronzed competition tan. What I hadn’t expected to be faced with, almost the second we entered the area, was a bodybuilder with his back to us, and his gigantic sized arse on full, naked display. FUCKING HELL!

It became apparent that not even posing trunks were common attire when getting spray tanned for a bodybuilding show. Some of the lads were wearing these sort of paper-like black posing pouches with ridiculously thin straps which looked like they were made from a bin bag. Other competitors were just were stark bollock naked, with their arses on show and clutching their dicks with their hands. I wondered whether AJ was about to get naked too.

I was about find out, because his bag was on the floor and he was removing his t-shirt and then his gorgeous, thick pecs and blocky abs, which looked just a little more shredded than they’d been earlier in the week (FUCK!) were suddenly on full display. Then AJ took his trackies off and he was standing in nothing but a pair of crisp white, tight fitted boxer shorts, which contrasted with his already tanned skin.

I didn’t know what AJ had done during the previous few days leading up to the competition, but he looked fuller and more pumped than ever. I wasn’t sure whether it was being in the setting of a pump room at a bodybuilding show, but there was a definite air of cockiness about AJ. I could tell he was getting a kick out of the whole thing.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but feel a buzz from seeing AJ’s body in a public setting. Even though I’d seen that body a dozen times before in the weeks leading up to the show. Been intertwined with it. Cuddled up to it. Done things to it that no one else had ever done before.

I had no idea what AJ’s next move would be. Was he really about to get naked in a room full of strangers? Granted, strangers who were all very busy either getting their freakishly muscular, competition ready bodies tanned up, or the lucky buggers doing the tanning.

AJ turned around and reached into his bag, pulled something out, and starting playing with his boxers. What the fuck?! Then he turned back to me face me again and my heart jumped into my throat when he pulled down his underwear to reveal he was wearing nothing but a black sock over his cock. I looked at him wide eyed, both amused and shocked. It was such a cute, but also fucking horny image. AJ in a public setting, wearing nothing but a sock covering his cock. Ready to be tanned up by me.

All the while, he had this mischievous, smug grin on his face. The cocky little bugger. I followed him to a free tanning tent, and when he spun around I swear I fucking blushed, because there it was; AJ’s big, beefy, gorgeous arse on full, outrageous, naked display, for everyone in the tanning area to ogle at. Fucking GRRRRR!

Several weeks ago I was checking out that arse bulging out of AJ’s Tesco work trousers, and now here I was, watching it bounce and jiggle in all its naked glory as I followed him to a tent where I was about to tan him up in preparation for stepping on to a bodybuilding stage.

AJ stood in the tanning tent, and I started to do my job. It was such a fucking rush. Not only was I backstage at a bodybuilding show surrounded by the kind of competition conditioned muscle freaks I’d spent years blasting loads over, some of them fucking naked as they got tanned up, but I was inches away from one very such bodybuilder, who was wearing nothing but a sock crazily covering his dangly bits.

It was insane how much AJ’s body transformed as I worked the spray tan over his physique. His abs become more shredded, the lines in his quads became more prominent. FUCK! I literally watched him transform into the tanned up muscle freak whose photo I’d wanked off over just a few months before. Only a little less shredded. It was so insanely fucking erotic. Not least of all when AJ spun around and I was suddenly faced with the task of tanning up his bare naked arse. I kept wondering whether people were looking at me, and could tell from my flustered face that my feeling towards the bodybuilder I was tanning up were not exactly platonic.

All the time I was tanning him, AJ had this smug grin on his face. He was absolutely fucking loving it. When we were done, the transformation from lightly tanned AJ to competition bronzed AJ was so extreme that I actually started to feel a little shy in his presence.

And as if he hadn’t looked hot enough, AJ then fetched his shiny, lime green posing trunks out of his bag and put them on, removing the sock once he’d buried himself in the pouch. Just to complete the look which literally turned me on more than any other image in the world. FUCK!

I didn’t even care that he wasn’t wearing the new, hot pink posers I’d gifted him earlier that day, even though in the lead up to show there had been a part of me that had been wondering if, even hoping that, he would be brave enough to wear them on stage.

“Hey, I’ll be on soon! You should head out to the theatre!” the fully tanned up, posing trunk wearing version of AJ said.

My stomach tightened. I had known that at some point I was going to be sat alone watching the bodybuilding show, but I still felt nervous at the prospect of doing so. I nodded at AJ and he could clearly sense my apprehension.

“You gonna be okay?! I would come out but, I’m not sure they’d let me looking like this!” he said, giving me a cheeky grin.

I couldn’t help but giddily grin. “I’ll text you in a bit!” he told me, with smirking mischievously.

And so I left my fully tanned up bodybuilder boyfriend in his shiny, lime green posing trunks in the pump room and headed out to take my seat at my very first bodybuilding show.

One of the things I had always feared about going to one such competition was that people would be giving me strange looks, and wondering what a slim built guy like me was doing at such an event. Making my way through the seating though, I realised those fears were completely ridiculous.

Not only because half of the audience seemed to be regular sized, non muscle freaks, but because I was suddenly questioning who the fuck would look at, or pay any attention to little old me when there was a bunch of shredded muscle freaks on stage flexing in tiny, shiny posers? FUCK!

As I took my seat next to a rather hot, meathead looking guy, who paid absolutely no attention to me whatsoever, the commentator called for the five competitors at the front of the stage to hit a front double bicep pose in a strong Yorkshire accent.

I watched in awe and amazement as ten huge, bronzed biceps blew up on stage and from one of the competitors, came a loud audible grunt. FUCKING HELL! As I studied the tan drenched muscle freaks more closely, I suddenly realised I was very familiar with more than one of them.

Standing second from the left was Liam “The Guns” Watson, an absolutely gorgeous British muscle bull famous for his insanely sized biceps, wearing a pair of the shiniest bright blue posing trunks imaginable. And right next to him, smack bang in the middle of the line up, was the man I’d chatted to backstage not half an hour before. Scorpio’s resident muscle monster daddy Mark Green looking bigger, freakier and even more shredded under the hot, bright lights of the stage.

It was when the bodybuilders were instructed to hit a front lat spread that I realised who was responsible for the earlier grunt. None other than Liam “The Guns” Watson, who hit his front lat spread with a similar loud noise. I had always wondered whether I’d get a hard on in the setting of a bodybuilding show, sitting in a theatre packed full of strangers. I now knew the answer and it was a resounding yes. My dick was clearly hard wired to become erect whenever I saw such images of freaky muscle. No matter where I was or who was around me.

Just as the commentator called for the bodybuilders to hit a side chest pose, my phone vibrated in my pocket. My heart fluttered and I grinned excitedly. Because I knew straight away who it was.

“Have you spunked in your undies yet?”

I bit my lip to suppress a chuckle and dreamily gazed at AJ’s text on my phone.

“Hehe! No but I genuinely think I might do in a minute! Liam “The Guns” Watson keeps grunting with every bloody pose!” I replied.

AJ sent through an emoji. The little monkey covering his mouth, followed by a message. “Want me to have a word with him backstage? Oi! Watson! Stop trying to make my boyfriend cum in his pants. That’s MY job!” And then he sent through the AJ emoji.

I wanted to melt. It was the first time either of us had actually used the word boyfriend.

“Hehe!! Are you excited about going on stage?” I typed.

“Hell yeah!! But a little nervous too!” And then AJ sent the blushing face with eyes wide open emoji.

I had the overwhelming urge to run backstage just so I could give him a big hug, before running back to my seat, probably with bronzed competition tan all down the front my clothes.

“Awwww! Baby! You’re gonna be awesome!” I typed. “You look fucking INSANE tanned up by the way!”

Three dots.

“Hehe! I thought it might have freaked you out? You went all quiet on me!”

“NO! Sorry! I was, erm…just struggling a bit!!” And then I sent the blushing face emoji.

“Haha! GRRRRRR!! Can’t wait to flex for ya later!”

I started typing, but another message came through. “By the way, I usually feel really horny when I’ve come off stage!”

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!

I started typing again but he sent another message. “Shit! They’re calling me! Gotta go!”

“OMG!! Eeeeek! Good luck!” I messaged.

“And your final pose, lads,” the commentator called. “Most muscular!”

“EURGGHH! ARRGGHH!!”

HOLY FUCK!! My hard on juddered as Mark Green, Liam Watson and three of the other biggest monsters in the competition belted out their crab most musculars, Liam releasing his loudest and most outrageous groan yet, and a few of the other lads joining in with the grunting.

“And that concludes the prejudging, folks!”

As all of the bodybuilders made their way off the stage, my chest tightened and my stomach twisted in knots, because I knew exactly what was coming next.

“Right, folks, we have the first of our guest posers this afternoon. This young fella won his regional juniour bodybuilding category back in May. He’s come all the way down from a town called Little Denton to be with us today. Please put your hands together and give some support to AJ Jones.”

Thirty Two

I honestly didn’t know what was more responsible for my heart jumping into my throat; just the sole image of seeing AJ waddling out on stage with the cheekiest grin on his oh-so gorgeous face and giving an adorable little wave to a suddenly cheering audience, or the fact that, in between the time I’d left him backstage and now, he’d made the decision to take off his beloved lime green posing trunks and put on the shiny, hot pink pair I’d bought and gifted to him earlier that day instead. FUCK!!

I’d expected to feel a lot of things seeing AJ on an actual bodybuilding stage. Excitement, arousal, surrealism. All of which I was very much experiencing in that moment. But never did I expect to feel pride. Because that was my boyfriend up there. My sweet, gorgeous, wonderful boyfriend, who’d I’d spent the last few months falling in love with, tanned up and ready to show off his outrageously muscular physique for an audience of muscle hungry spectators, all ready to marvel at the pumped up, beautifully bronzed bodybuilder on stage.

As AJ reached the middle of the stage, his posing music started playing and my heart felt like it was about to burst with joy. I couldn’t believe it. It was the early noughties dance song that had been playing in AJ’s car the night he’d gifted me my Scorpio’s hoodie. That amazing night where we’d drank in his bedroom, started to open up to each other and his leg had pushed up against mine and he hadn’t moved it. The night where I’d realised that there was actually a chance that AJ Jones might reciprocate my feelings for him. It may have been coincidence, but something told me that AJ had chosen it because it reminded him of that particular evening. And because it reminded him of me.

I watched on as AJ blew up his bronzed biceps to the loud cheers of the audience. The look on his face was so fucking cute and endearing. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. The way he excitedly grinned at the audience response. And then I watched on as my bodybuilder boyfriend continued to hit pose after pose in the shiny pink posers I’d bought him. A front lat spread, a side chest, a side tricep. All with that cute, proud grin etched on his painfully gorgeous face as he indulged in one of the things he loved the most; flexing his outrageously developed muscles for an adoring audience of spectators. I felt so much love and affection for him in that moment it was overwhelming.

AJ then spun around and hit a back lat spread. It was so surreal to see the thick lats I’d squeezed and held onto a dozen times in his bedroom, flexed on stage for an audience of hundreds to marvel at. Not to mention the thick, overdeveloped glutes that made up his cute, perfectly round and indecently muscular arse, now encased in the gloriously shiny material of his brand new trunks. I couldn’t help smirking at the memory at what I’d done to that arse in AJ’s shower just a few days before.

AJ spun back around to face his audience with both of his arms flung behind the back of his head. With his face was animatedly scrunched up, AJ crunched down into an abs and thighs pose. The gorgeous little ab blocks sitting on his tummy popped out, looking more prominent and shredded than I’d ever seen them in real life, as they glistened under the stage lights with the bronzed competition tan I’d sprayed them with backstage.

Flinging his arms back to the front, AJ cheekily scrunched up his face even more as he gripped his right hand over his left wrist and hit a quick, hard most muscular pose, his delts and upper arms exploding in the most insane fashion.

But even though I loved the air of cheekiness my boyfriend was displaying on stage, I couldn’t help noticing that he wasn’t posing with even half of the cocky attitude I’d seen in the Facebook pictures of him in competition. Or even when he’d been flexing for me in his bedroom.

Maybe he only saved that for his actual competitions when he was in super shredded condition? I suddenly remembered what he’d said to me in his bedroom that one time. That he doesn’t plan to be cocky on stage. That he gets a bit carried away and it just sort of happens. Maybe for whatever reason, AJ just wasn’t feeling like being particularly cocky on this occasion?

The music quickly faded and I felt a stab of disappointment. It had been so inexplicably awesome and surreal to see AJ on stage, tanned and flexing in the shiny pink posers I’d bought him. But I couldn’t help feeling that the whole thing had been a little brief.

I was fully expecting AJ to give another adorable wave and waddle off stage to an uproar of cheers, but something else happened instead. AJ bent down and knelt on the stage with one knee with his head down. My stomach twinged with excitement. What was going on?!

And then another song kicked in. A deep, aggressive, throbbing beat. I think it may have been a Prodigy song. AJ then lifted his head up to face the audience, mouthing the lyrics to the song that was playing. Gone was the cheeky, excited grin he’d been wearing earlier, and in it’s place, an aggressive bordering on animalistic grimace. FUCKING HELL!

AJ then stood up, before leaning forwards into a huge, trap exploding crab most muscular, his eyes jammed shut and his mouth wide open in the most animated fashion. More arrogant and attitude packed than any expression he’d displayed when flexing for me in his bedroom. JESUS CHRIST!

The crowd went absolutely crazy. When he relaxed from the pose, the cheeky grin was back. Bigger than ever. There was no question about it. AJ was absolutely loving being ogled and cheered on by the audience. He then moved to the right side of the stage and cranked out an abs and thighs with his tongue cheekily stuck out, before waddling to the left and blasting out a front double bicep pose. His face arrogantly scrunched up while releasing a deep, loud growl as his guns erupted either side of his face. “ARRRRGGHHH!”

I couldn’t fucking believe it. The earlier posing had clearly just been a warm up. I looked on in complete awe. I was excited. Even a little intimidated. But fucking hell was I aroused.

I just couldn’t help thinking how insane it was that the tanned up bodybuilder who was ripping up the stage, hitting pose after pose, scrunching up his face, sticking out his tongue and grunting and growling as he displayed the most brilliantly cocky attitude conceivable was my fucking boyfriend.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, it did. A grinning, over excited looking AJ climbed down the stairs of the stage and waddled into the audience. Fuuuuuck! Everyone rose to their feet to get a glimpse of the flexing muscle freak, and I followed suit. I didn’t know why, but I felt immediately nervous at the prospect of AJ coming towards me. What would he do if he got near me? Acknowledge me? Crank out a pose in front of me? And how the fuck would I react if he did? Turn into a quivering wreck, spunk my fucking pants on the spot, or maybe even both?

As I watched everyone gawp at AJ as he cheekily hit poses in front of people, I couldn’t help being reminded of the video I’d watched of Blaine Holton guest posing that morning I’d first bumped into AJ in the meat aisle of Tesco a few months ago.
I’d wondered then what must have been going through Blaine’s mind as he flexed and squeezed his obscene mass for an audience of adoring spectators. And now I was wondering the very same thing about my boyfriend; what was going through AJ’s head as people crowded round him, took pictures with him, all wanting to be close to the muscle freak and watch him flex in his shiny pink posers?

He’d already told me how much of a rush it was to flex at a bodybuilding show. But I had a feeling that no matter how he described it to me, I’d never really know just what that rush felt like. Perhaps just like AJ would never really know what a rush it was for me to be in such close proximity to the thing that turned me on more than anything in the world. To touch and worship, even just to witness the huge flexing muscle of a real life bodybuilder.

AJ had moved towards the back of the theatre, completely bypassing the area I was seated. I turned to try and get a glimpse of him through the sea of audience members. AJ seemed to be walking around the auditorium in a circle. And then my stomach clenched when I realised that he was starting to walk down the aisle my seat was one from the end of. Fuck!

Sure enough, before long, he was making his way towards me. Strutting down the aisle, stopping to take a picture with a rather fit, meathead-looking bloke. He started walking again, then stopped to crank out a crab most muscular right in front of some poor, unsuspecting guy who was probably battling a massive sized erection at that very moment.

And then AJ was on the move again, and he was coming straight towards me. FUCK! Why was I so nervous? It was fucking crazy. It was AJ. But then, it wasn’t. I’d never really seen this version of him before. Fully tanned up in his shiny pink posers. Flexing and putting on a show for a whole theatre full of people. Commanding their attention and owning the whole room with his crazy sized muscles and attitude packed posing. And clearly loving every fucking second of it.

AJ stopped just a few metres away from me, everyone around me looking in his direction. With a cheeky glint in his eyes and his face beaming with excitement and joy, he tucked his thumbs under the straps of his posers and pulled them up and he blasted out a front lat spread pose. Everyone whooped and cheered around me as he shut one eye and cheekily stuck his tongue out. And I couldn’t but smirk, because in that moment, his expression looked just like the one in the AJ emoji.

I wasn’t initially sure whether he’d spotted me, but he must have done at some point, because as he jogged passed me, without any eye contact, AJ gave me a cheeky tap on the shoulder, my whole body experiencing a sudden jolt of excitement in response.

No one seemed to register or notice, because no one was looking at me. They were all too busy marvelling at the gorgeous, cocky muscle freak as he jogged back towards the stage, which he climbed on to and finished his guest posing spot with a final few attitude packed most muscular, his mouth wide open again, while arrogantly groaning and roaring to his adoring audience.

And I just watched on, in disbelief that the bodybuilder everyone was cheering at was the man I’d spent the past few months falling in love with. The man who, against all odds, had pretty big feelings for me too. I didn’t really know whether AJ was in love with me. It didn’t really seem to matter that much, because I had a feeling he would be soon, if not now.

It wasn’t until about twenty minutes and the show part of the competition had started, the stage filled up with nasty, grunting muscle daddies, that the seat next to me became occupied.

AJ had this incredibly cheeky grin on his face as he walked up to me and sat down. It was fucking absurd but I felt weirdly shy in his presence. Even after all the time we’d spent together, all the things we’d done. I was almost overwhelmed with just how attracted I was to him in that moment, as he sat down in his black t-shirt and trackies, his ridiculously huge arms, neck and face now bronzed with proper bodybuilding competition tan. He looked like a proper, full blown bodybuilder. A genuine muscle freak. I felt like I could have exploded in my jeans right there and then.

“How was I?” he cheekily said, leaning in and beaming at me.

I felt so fucking sheepish and nervous in his presence and I hated it. “Really good!” I replied, my voice cracking a little. Ugh! It was such a shit response.

Still grinning, AJ shot me a confused look. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah!” I replied, still feeling ridiculously nervous. 

AJ just flashed me this warm, knowing grin. I didn’t have to say anything or explain myself. He clearly just knew what I was going through. It made me relax instantly and I managed to sheepishly grin back at him, all the time thinking how much I wanted to be alone with him. To be able to touch and kiss the insanely hot, bronzed bodybuilder in the seat adjacent to mine.

As the top four bodybuilders in the Masters category all hit a side chest pose, I felt a surge of bravery. Still looking straight ahead, I leaned towards AJ. “Nice trunks, by the way!”

I could see him looking at me and smiling out of the corner of my eye. “Thanks! Some little cutie gave them to me!” he said in a hushed voice. I bit my lip and caught his eye, both of us grinning at each other.

“I changed after you left! Wanted it to be a surprise!” AJ explained. I grinned and nodded. And then he said something which set my heart thumping. “I’ve still got ‘em on, by the way!” he then added. Fuuuuck! The thought of those pink posers hiding under AJ’s trackies was so unspeakably hot.

“Good song choices, too!” I said, a little nervously.

He grinned at me again. “The first one kinda reminds me of someone,” he said, in a hushed voice. “Also a little cutie!”

I bit my lip and dreamily grinned. I wanted so much to wrap my arm around AJ’s neck in that moment and nuzzle into his body. To show the whole auditorium that the bodybuilder they’d been going nuts over was mine. To show them how much this gorgeous, amazing man meant to me.

Neither of us spoke again for a while after that. I just sat there watching the assorted freaks and monsters flex and pose and grunt on stage as various people called out their names in the audience in support, all the time feeling the most incredible buzz at being joined by AJ and thinking about what he’d said to me. That he’d chosen the song because it had reminded him of me. That he was still wearing his shiny pink posing trunks underneath his trackies (fuck). And how he’d adorably referred to me as a “little cutie”.

Watching the actual bodybuilding show was a unique experience. It was odd, because I was watching the kind of tanned up, shredded monsters in shiny, colourful posers who turned me on to such an insane degree. But I wasn’t in the comfort of my bedroom, alone and horny where I could do whatever I wanted like I usually was when I was watching flexing bodybuilders. I was in a public place. A packed theatre full of complete strangers. What was usually an incredibly erotic experience for me, suddenly wasn’t. And yet, that still didn’t stop me from swelling in my jeans at various points in the show. I guess the way I get a hard on the bus or the tube, or in class whenever my mind slips to muscle.

Weight class after weight class rolled out on stage, the bodybuilders getting bigger and freakier with each one. Some bodybuilders were obscenely hot. Some outrageously cocky. Some wearing the shiniest, nastiest posers possible. But all the while, I couldn’t help thinking that, while it was a unique and interesting experience to witness real life bodybuilders in competition, what was really setting my heart racing, what was there, constantly on my mind of every second I was at the show, was the fact that I had my very own huge, gorgeous bodybuilder right there next to me, and the rest of the night we had to spend together after the show had finished.

Just as the competitors of the Heavyweight class strutted and waddled out on stage, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Thinking nothing of it, I took it out to check my notifications and my chest swelled up when I saw the name on my screen. The way it always did when AJ messaged me. I glanced over at him and he shot me this smug little smirk.

I examined my screen closer to read what he’d text me.

“If I don’t kiss you soon I think I might explode!”

Fuuuuck! I felt like I’d levitated from my fucking seat. I somewhat shyly looked at the fully bronzed bodybuilder next to me. He was biting his lip and looking so fucking smug and pleased with himself. I literally couldn’t stop smiling. God. I wanted so badly to kiss him too. And to touch him. I wondered in that moment whether I could actually get away with brushing my leg against his. The way we did at the back row of the dimly lit cinema.

I started to text AJ back.

“Hey, I’m not stopping you. Go for it!” And then I followed it up with the AJ emoji.

I glanced over and watched AJ’s mouth curl into this big, gorgeous grin as he read my text. Then he looked up at me, playfully rolled his eyes and gave me a look as it say, yeah, right! before tapping away at his phone again.

My phone vibrated in my hand and I excitedly looked at the screen.

“Remember when I said I usually feel really horny when I come off stage?”

Fuck! I’m sure I started blushing. I text him back, my heart thumping. “I, erm...vaguely recall!”

AJ let out a little chuckle as he read my message and started to tap at his phone again.

“Well you’ll never guess what?” And then he followed it with the monkey covering his mouth emoji, and the blushing face.

I beamed as I read the message and looked over at him. He gave me this insanely sexy look, as if to say, I’m horny as fuck and this is bloody torture, and I just grinned back at him, my hard on throbbing in my jeans.

I started to text him back. I was feeling mischievous. “Toilets in 5 minutes?” I typed, with the aubergine and water splash emojis.

AJ laughed quietly as he read my message.

“Do not tempt me! GRRRR!! Can’t wait to get you back to that hotel!”

“Can we teleport there NOW?!” I messaged back.

He looked at me and beamed. Just as the Heavyweight monsters were crunching down into abs and thighs poses on stage with assorted grunts and hisses, I tapped at my phone and composed another text to AJ.

“I can’t believe you’ve still got your pink posers on!”

AJ tapped away as I watched a dozen shredded abs crunch on stage. “EURGHH!” “HSSSSSS!” I tore my eyes away and checked my phone the second AJ’s reply came through.

“Are you kidding me?! My Little Cookie bought me these! I’m never taking them off!”

As I melted into my seat, I looked up at AJ, but he initially wasn’t looking back at me. Almost like he felt too shy to do so. He looked a little sheepish and when he finally turned to glance at me, his mouth curled into this cute little grin.

I love you so much, I felt like messaging back, but I didn’t. In fact, I didn’t reply to that message, because my mind was now focused on something else. How much I wanted to be back at that hotel room with AJ.

I sat and watched the six Heavyweight muscle monsters on stage cranking out simultaneous most musculars. “ARGGHH!” “EURRGHH!” “YEEAAHH!!”

As the crowd cheered around me, I leaned into AJ. “Wanna go?” I asked, quietly.

AJ shot me a surprised but excited look. “You sure?” he asked. “We’ll miss Mark and Liam!”

I gave a little shrug and AJ bit his lip and giddily grinned. Mark Green, Liam “The Guns” Watson and the rest of the Super Heavyweight competitors hadn’t taken to the stage again for the finals yet, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be alone with the man I was in love with. I was about to get exactly what I wanted.

Beaming at me with an excitable grin, AJ cocked his head towards the exit. My insides felt like they were exploding as he said two single words to me. “Let’s go!”

Thirty Three

Every time I’d been out in public with AJ I had felt the most incredible rush at being in the company of a man so outrageously muscular. But never more so than when I was stood next to him on the tube on the way back to our hotel room, having been at my very first bodybuilding show, where I’d witnessed him guest posing on stage.

Standing so close to my gorgeous bodybuilder boyfriend who I just couldn’t wait to be alone with on a packed train, who was obscenely bronzed with competition tan and bulging out of his black t-shirt, knowing his shiny, hot pink posing trunks were lurking under his trackies was such an intensely exciting experience. 

AJ was definitely receiving more glances and lingering looks from the other train passengers than he had the previous times we’d caught the tube that day. I couldn’t help getting a kick out of it. All of those regular sized, non bronzed people staring at the huge, brown freak and his abnormal sized arms. It was so crazy to see the contrast of AJ and the other people around me. Everyone in the carriage just looked like normal human beings. While AJ looked like something else entirely. Almost superhuman. I could tell from his smug expression that he was getting a massive kick out of it too.

Half way through the journey, this cute, geeky gay guy in black framed specs got on board and sat down close to where we were standing. I’d never seen anyone stare at AJ in such a blatant manner before. He looked curious, a little intimated, even a little star struck. It was like he literally couldn’t take his eyes off the gorgeous, bronzed bodybuilder standing next to me. This guy was a complete stranger, and yet, I felt an instant connection with him.

“I think you’ve got an admirer!” I said to AJ quietly.

AJ’s grin grew wider and he cheekily wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

“Shall I flex for him?” AJ said.

I grinned and rolled my eyes. When I looked back at the guy, he was still staring. Not just at AJ, but at both of us.

“Maybe just a cheeky bicep flex?” he asked.

My eyes widened as if to say, don’t you dare, even though a part of him would have actually loved for AJ to do that. I wouldn’t have put it passed him either.

“How about a pec bounce?” he then outrageously suggested.

And before I could respond, AJ was doing exactly that. He thick chest bouncing and rippling underneath the material of his t-shirt, in front of a whole fucking tube carriage of passengers. Part of me wanted to die of embarrassment. The other part loved it so much I could barely fucking breathe.

I couldn’t look at AJ’s admirer after that, but when the train reached our stop, I turned my head to find his eyes still following us as we departed the train, and I noticed something in his expression that made my heart feel like it had been pinched. This incredible sense of longing. Like he wanted his own cute, pec bouncing bodybuilder boyfriend for himself. I couldn’t help but hope that he’d one day find exactly that.

Walking back to the hotel with AJ was almost as big of a rush as being with him on the tube. After we’d turned a corner where there were no cars or people, just buildings and block of flats, with the hotel right at the end of the street, AJ did something I never thought he would in public. He gently grabbed my hand and squeezed it, wrapping his fingers in between mine.

It felt like my feet had left the fucking ground. It was the first time I’d ever held hands with a guy in public. What a fucking rush to be walking along a public street hand in hand with the man I loved, who just happened to be an abnormally muscular, bronzed painted bodybuilder.

“Are you gonna do this back in Little Denton too?” I playfully asked him, grinning.

AJ shrugged. “Maybe!” he said with a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes as if to say, yeah fucking right. But even if I didn’t believe he would, it was still an incredibly sweet sentiment.

Predictably, and perhaps sensibly, AJ let go of my hand as we walked into the hotel. As soon as we were in the lift that took to us to our floor and the doors were closed, AJ dropped his bag, forcefully wrapped his arms around me and passionately kissed me. Fuuuuck.

Neither of us could stop grinning as we walked to our room. The corridor was empty, so when AJ was opening the door, I bravely pushed my torso into his back and wrapped my arms around his waist, my throbbing hard on pushing into his arse. He turned his head and looked at me wide eyed, grinning and biting his lip. Excited at my bravery and clearly getting a kick out of what we were doing.

As soon as we were in the room and the door was closed, my back was pushed up against it and AJ was sinking his mass into my body with his tongue in my mouth once again. It was so fucking passionate and intense. It honestly felt like neither of us had wanted each other more than in that moment.

As we parted lips, I looked at his gorgeous, bronzed face and shook my head in disbelief. “I can’t believe how fucking hot you look!” I said.

He beamed at me and wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ll have to tan up more often!”

I bit my lip and just grinned at him, my torso still pressed against his, just melting into his muscle. “Oh, and thanks for tanning up my arse, by the way!” he cheekily said.

My eyes widened and I grinned at the memory of AJ’s bare buttocks in the tanning tent. “I liked the cock-in-the-sock look!” I told him.

AJ giggled. “Dare you to wear that outfit for your next Tesco shift!” I said.

AJ tipped his head back and laughed. “They’d definitely fire me, then!”

I just shrugged and grinned. Perfect! Then you’d have to come down to London and live with me, I thought. But I didn’t dare say it. I just kissed him again. Slowly but passionately. My hands running over his back, down his shoulders and gripping his indecently sized arms.

When we parted lips, my hand was still clutching his bicep. AJ was looking at me in the sexiest way. He looked down at the bicep I was gripping and bit his lip in the insanely hot manner he always did.

As he mischievously gripped his fist and flexed, one of AJ’s freakishly sized, beautifully bronzed, marble-to-the-touch biceps erupted underneath my fingertips. Fuuuuuck. The very same bicep I’d just watched a whole theatre full of people gawp at, cheer and go crazy over. And now it was mine. To do whatever I wanted to do with it.

Without thinking, I leant in, drawing my face closer to AJ’s upper arm, placed my lips on the exploding ball of bronzed bicep muscle and gently kissed it. “Mmmm,” AJ cheekily groaned in response. I kissed it again, feeling the huge muscle underneath my lips and tongue. AJ gently placed his hand on the back of my head as I did so. When I looked at him, he had this cute, excitable grin on his face. He clearly loved me kissing and worshipping his bicep with my mouth.

I tugged at the bottom of AJ’s t-shirt and helped him lift it up and over his head. I’d almost forgotten how insane AJ’s physique looked so bronzed up. A little more shredded than usual, it looked closer to the type of muscle freaks I regularly blew loads over then it ever had. It was like an upgraded version of the body I loved and was so used to seeing. A bronzed painted bodybuilder right in front of me to explore and worship and touch.

I took my face and lips to AJ’s huge chest, licking and kissing the thick cushions of bulging pec muscle. Then I made my way down his six pack, kissing each gorgeous bubble of bronzed ab muscle, much like I did that very first time we’d slept together in AJ’s bedroom, before kneeling on the floor and grabbing the waistband of AJ’s trackies.

I pulled them down and was met with the shiny pink material of his posing trunks, now stretched by AJ’s hard on, just mere inches away from my face. I squeezed on his hard dick through the shiny pink material of his posers, AJ groaning in response as I continued to tug and squeeze. When I looked up, I saw the most erotic image; AJ flexing his right bicep, looking down and admiring it as he did. FUCK! I got the sense that it wasn’t even for me. That he was flexing for his own enjoyment. It was probably one of the cockiest (and sexiest) things I’d ever seen.

I took AJ’s cock out of it’s shiny, pink posing trunk wrapper and began to suck on it, as AJ groaned and gripped my shoulder blades and ran his fingers through my hair. When I stood up, AJ helped me remove my clothes until I was fully naked. I wrapped my arms around his back and sunk into his bronzed, muscular torso. My hard on pressed tightly against his posing trunk covered cock.

An idea suddenly came into my head. I looked at AJ cautiously. “Can I wear your lime green posers?” I asked.

AJ was beaming. He looked excited as hell. “YEAH! Of course!” he said enthusiastically, clearly loving the idea.

I grinned excitedly as AJ retrieved the shiny lime green trunks I loved so much from his bag. “Kinky little fucker!” he playfully said to me as he walked back over.

Instead of just handing me the green trunks though, AJ held them out, stretching one leg hole, and signalling for me to climb in. I dizzily grinned, held on to one of AJ’s huge shoulders and put my leg in. Then I did the same with the other. I didn’t know why, but it felt like such a special and intimate moment. AJ dressing me with his shiny, lime green posers.

Still hanging on to him, AJ made a “GRRRRR!” noise as he pulled the straps up over my throbbing hard on, squishing it into the material with his hands. He chuckled as he admired the view. “There’s no WAY you’d get away with wearing those on stage!” he said.

And he was right. My hard on was comically tenting the trunks to an outrageous degree. It felt so fucking horny, not just to be wearing actual bodybuilder’s posing trunks, but a pair of AJ’s.

I giddily grinned and he gripped and squeezed my cock and I groaned and sank into AJ again. “So what was it like seeing me up on stage?” he cheekily asked in my ear.

I looked up at him, grinned and shook my head in disbelief for effect. “Fucking … AMAZING! And bonkers!”

AJ beamed at my response. “Although … I was kinda disappointed you didn’t take your posers off, whip them round your head and throw them at me in the audience!” I said, remembering our conversation over Facebook when he’d teased he’d do that very thing.

“Fuck! I knew there was something I’d left out!” he joked.

I giggled in response. “You were so fucking cocky, though!”

“Mmmm. Well I may have being trying to impress someone in the audience!”

I grinned, still with my body pushed against AJ’s. “What was it like?” I asked, curiously. “Being on stage? Posing in the audience?” I felt a flutter of excitement as I waited for AJ’s reply.

His mouth curled into this excited, cheeky grin. He shook his head. “Such a fucking rush!” he said, with conviction. “It was crazy. Everyone staring at me. Watching me flex!”

Fuck! My insides were going crazy and my hard on was juddering underneath AJ’s lime green posers.

“Yeah?” I asked. AJ knew I was both genuinely curious, and also getting a massive kick out of hearing him being so candidly.

“Mmmm! I felt like a freak!”

Fuuuuuck.

“You are a freak!” I joked.

AJ grinned wildly, and looked down to admire his physique. “Hell yeah!” he cheekily said. “Noah’s little muscle freak!” he added, giving me this adorable, loving grin.

I grinned and kissed him. “So … do you ever get horny when you flex?” I asked, a little warily when our lips had parted.

AJ grinned mischievously. “Yeah!” he said, with conviction. ”I think most bodybuilders do!”

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, gripping onto AJ’s body. “That’s fucking … HOT!“ I said.

He bit his lip and gave me another one of his insanely sexy looks. Then he arrogantly pursed his lips and curled his bicep into a flex. I released a little groan and squeezed onto the bulging, bronzed muscle pulsating under his skin.

“Look at THAT!” AJ said, in a hushed voice, looking down at his own bicep muscle. Fuck! It was such an outrageous thing to say. I beamed and squeezed it further.

“It’s fucking HUGE!” AJ cheekily exclaimed.

“Fuck yeah!” I exclaimed enthusiastically, my heart thumping at AJ’s sudden cockiness.

AJ then contorted his face into a cocky grimace as he lifted both of his biceps up into a front double bicep pose and outrageously growled. “FUCK!” I exclaimed, as I ran my fingers over the insane, bronzed peaks and squeezed.

“YEARGHH!!” AJ growled, really fucking getting into it. It was the most mind bogglingly horny thing to witness. AJ playing the part of a cocky, flexing bodybuilder, getting off on his own outrageously developed muscle.

“You’re a monster!” I exclaimed, feeding his ego and playing along, AJ’s mouth curling into an excitable and amused grin in response.

“Wait till you see me in a few years’ time!” he said with a cheeky grin. My heart was bursting, partly at the idea of AJ growing bigger and becoming even more of a freak, but mostly at the suggestion that AJ and I would still be together in a few years time.

Relaxing from his pose, AJ then bought his fists together into a quick, most muscular with his face arrogantly screwed up. He released a hot, deep grunt as his muscles tightened and erupted before my eyes and I frantically ran my hands over the flexed mounds of mass bulging off his body.

As I squeezed his perfectly shaped muscle tits, AJ flexed and squeezed again, with his fists together and let out a cocky, “YEEEAH!!” AJ couldn’t seem to stop flexing. He bought both of his elbows up, looked at me with a sexy, mischievous glare, playfully shook his head like, get ready for this one, then cranked out a crab most muscular with a half-pant, half-growl while outrageously sticking his tongue out. Just like he’d done at his guest posing spot on a bodybuilding stage just hours earlier.

With AJ squeezing, I frantically ran my hands over his skin popping biceps, brutally sized, boulder shoulders and up to the huge, bronzed traps erupting from his neck. He then bought his arms and elbows up again and squeezed back down into his most aggressive and attitude packed most muscular yet. Screwing up his face to brilliant effect and releasing a loud, grizzly growl. “ARGGGHHH!” It was the craziest and most outrageously horny pose he’d ever squeezed for me.

“OH FUCK!“ I cried. I grabbed my dick in response and started tugging through the shiny lime green material of my borrowed posers as I squeezed his hard, flexed muscle with my other hand. “OH GOD!” I groaned. It wouldn’t have taken me long to cum.

“Don’t cum yet!” AJ ordered, as he stopped flexing and mischievously grinned at me. Now relaxed from posing, AJ’s cockiness had subsided. He took me by the waist, pushed my body up to his hard, bronzed mass and kissed me.

When we were done, he was biting his lip and looking at me with this mischievous grin. Like he was mulling something over in his head. “OK … I’m gonna try something!” he mysteriously announced. “Just go with it! Put your arms around my neck!” he ordered.

Confused but excited, I grinned and did as AJ had instructed and put my arms around his neck and shoulders. When he bent down I knew exactly what he was attempting to do. He wrapped his right arm under my thighs and with effort, slightly awkwardly lifted me up off the ground. Both of us were laughing, with AJ also straining with the effort of lifting me.

He managed to carry me to the hotel bed whilst I gripped on to his neck and threw me on to the mattress with a grunt.

Cheekily grinning and looking pleased with himself at his semi-successful feat of strength, AJ knelt down at the end of the bed and rested his elbows on the mattress, his upper body just bursting with huge, bronzed muscle.

“Move down a bit!” he ordered, with a devilish grin. Perched up by my elbows, I shuffled down to AJ as instructed, both of us mischievously grinning all the while. When I reached him, he grabbed my legs and told me to come further until both of them were wrapped around his huge, boulder shoulders. It was so surreal to see the contrast of my pale, fair skinned, slightly hairy legs and AJ’s gloriously bronzed skin.

“You look really cute in these posers!” AJ said as he grabbed the straps of the lime green trunks and pulled them down until they were resting half way down my thighs.

He gave my cock a hard squeeze before leaning in and taking it in his mouth. I groaned as I ran one hand over AJ’s newly shaved head and gripped his shoulder with the other. I could have easily cum in his mouth. It wouldn’t have taken me long. But AJ had other plans.

Looking at me in a mischievous, sexy and determined way, AJ surprised me by instructing me to turn around. A surge of excitement rushed through me as I obeyed my boyfriend’s orders and spun around until I was leaning on all fours. Was AJ about to explore a territory he never had before?

He gently ran his hands over my back, then my whole body shimmered as he gently kissed my shoulder blades. Then he kissed the centre of my back, then just above my waist. It was so incredibly intimate and erotic. And then I felt his hands placed gently on both of my buttocks and FUCK, I was ready and willing to do whatever AJ wanted. I was completely at his surrender.

He gently kissed me on my right buttock and I giggled. Then he was pressing on them firmer with his hands. And then he was stretching my buttocks apart and I my hole involuntarily twitched. Fuck! I could feel his face not far from it. I wanted it so badly. I knew this was uncharted territory for AJ. Whatever he wanted to do, at whatever pace was completely fine. But God, I really, really wanted to feel AJ’s tongue on my hole. And then it was.

I groaned as AJ’s tongue gently tickled my opening. He retreated his tongue and then my hole spasmed as he tickled it once more, while prizing my cheeks apart. I could tell he was wary. Taking his time. His tongue reached my hole a third time. This time it didn’t retreat. I melted and groaned as AJ firmly pressed his tongue against my opening and released this cute little groan.

And then he pushed his tongue inside me, opening me up and I groaned loudly in response. All I wanted in that moment was for AJ to be inside me. My gorgeous, beautiful AJ.

What happened next took me by complete surprise. My hole seemed to relax in a way it never had done before. Opening up for AJ’s tongue. He groaned in reaction and stuck his tongue in even more. Filling up my hole. Dancing around inside me. I hadn’t even thought that it was possible, but AJ had taken me a whole new heaven.

“FUCK!” he groaned, as he retreated. I turned my head to see AJ with this manic look of desire and surprise on his face. Like he was discovering something amazing for the first time.

“This is so fucking horny!” he exclaimed, shooting me a huge, excited grin. He then started playing with my hole with his fingers. I groaned in response and pushed my arse out. God. My body was his. To do whatever he fucking wanted with it. He owned it. Completely and wholly.

AJ wrapped his other hand and arm around my waist and stomach and I gripped tightly on to his thick, muscular forearm, wanting to feel as much of him as I could. Still kneeling on the bed, I arched my back up and AJ pressed his muscular torso against my body. His pecs and abs sinking into my back, both of his big, bronzed arms now gripped around my stomach tightly. I twisted my neck to look at AJ and he leant in and kissed me.

When we stopped kissing, he buried his face into my neck as I gripped his thick arms with my hands. His hard dick was pressed up against my arse cheeks. I reached round to grab it, and manually put it in between my cheeks. “Fuck!” AJ excitedly whispered as he rubbed the head of his throbbing cock against my hole.

With AJ’s huge arms wrapped tightly around me, feeling his thick pecs and lumpy abs against my back and his dick rubbing against the opening of my arse, something came over which had never done before.

I’d only had one failed attempt at being fucked. A guy I had been briefly seeing the year before. He’d really wanted it and I had been very drunk. I hadn’t been relaxed enough and as soon as he’d gone inside me, I’d panicked and moved away. In truth, I hadn’t really wanted to be fucked by him. In fact, I’d never really wanted it from any guy. I’d never craved anyone to be inside me. Until that moment.

Because I suddenly wanted AJ inside me. So badly. I wanted to be as intimate with my beautiful bodybuilder boyfriend as I possibly could. I wanted his body inside of mine. The body I loved and worshipped. The body which made me melt and cum. The body which made me felt like I was dying every time I touched it. Or even just when I was near it.

I squeezed his cock further, leant forward slightly, pushing out my arse, and pushed the head of AJ’s dick against my hole. I wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t scared. I just wanted him inside me. It wasn’t going in, but then AJ kissed me on my neck and squeezed his arms tighter around me. And just like it had done when AJ’s tongue had been in me, my arse relaxed and opened up and AJ’s cock slipped inside of me.

It was a strange feeling at first. And there were times when I wanted it to stop. Where I found myself starting to think too much and feared that I was starting to tense up. But I rode it out. I pushed away the doubt. Reminded myself that I was safe with AJ. And as I fully relaxed my mind and the feeling of being fucked by AJ consumed me, I was transported to a place I’d never been before.

It felt like waves of unimaginable pleasure were going through my body. One after the other. I remember thinking, so this is why so many guys do it? This is what it’s all about. It was like I’d finally found a key to a lock that I didn’t even know I could open. It almost didn’t feel real. Something not quite of this world. Much like AJ’s body, I guess. His insanely muscular body which he’d pushed beyond normal limits to become something so beautiful and special and freaky. A body that was now inside me. A body that was now a part of me. It was the closest I’d ever felt to AJ, and it was the most mind blowing and joyful experience I could imagine.

So joyful that when I reached the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, I felt like I was going to cry from happiness. I don’t think I’ve ever made so much noise from cumming. Groaning and screaming from the immeasurable pleasure the first orgasm of it’s kind was giving me. Right before AJ joined in with his own orgasmic screams as he climaxed and came inside me.

Wednesday 7 November 2018

MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 10)

"I took the phone off him and eagerly looked at the screen. As I’d suspected, AJ had messaged Naomi.

“Hey Naomi. This is AJ. Me and your best friend are now officially a thing. You were right. There is something between us. This is all new to me and you’re the first person who knows about us so if you could refrain from announcing it on Facebook or anything that would be great! But I really, really like him and he makes me feel things that I’ve never felt before. Plus he’s got a really cute arse. And a massive fucking cock! x”

I howled at the last sentence. “I can’t believe you wrote that last part!”

AJ was grinning, looking pleased with himself. My heart was fucking bursting at what he’d written."


AJ in Noah's bedroom...AJ being re-acquainted with Noah's mum (much to Noah's embarrassment!)...a text from Eddie (cue AJ's "eeeek" face)...a possible new nickname for Noah...matching "I HEART AJ"/"I HEART NOAH" posing trunks and an exciting invitation from AJ to Noah which sets up the next part. It's all happening in part 10 of "AJ & Noah"!


Twenty Seven

I excitedly jumped in AJ’s car. Before I said anything to him, I leaned in for a kiss.

“Mmmmm! Hello!” AJ said as we parted lips.

“Hey, you!” I said.

AJ twisted his head to look at my house out of the car window. When he looked back at me, he had this mischievous look on his face.

“Is your mum in?” he asked, biting his lip.

I narrowed my eyes. “Ummm … no?” I replied, suspiciously, though I felt like I knew where AJ was heading.

“Can I see your bedroom?” he asked with his eyebrows raised, proving those suspicions right.

Fuck! The idea of AJ in my bedroom gave me an unexpected surge of excitement.

I grinned. “Whyyyy?!”

AJ gave a playful shrug. “I just wanna see it!”

My mum had gone to visit my nan. She probably wouldn’t be back for another half an hour or so, I reasoned.

“Hmmmm. OK!” I said, feeling a pinch of nerves. “Just for a bit though!” AJ was beaming. He looked like he was about to burst from excitement.

“Wow! It looks … different to how I remembered!” he said as we went inside in my parents’ house. “Still kinda smells the same, though?”

That comment surprised me. I’d noticed the exact same thing when I’d first visited his house a few weeks before. I never would have expected AJ to have noticed something like that, though.

“Hello, Little Cat!” he said, kneeling down and put his hand out as our family’s black and white cat approached him. “I remember you!”

I melted at the sight of Little Cat (as I’d named her at the age of ten) meowing as she rubbed her cheek against AJ’s hand and her furry body up against his leg.

“Your daddy’s gonna be a shredded muscle freak soon!” he said to Little Cat in a cutesy voice. I giggled and shook my head, then placed my hand on his back. I couldn’t help it. I just really wanted to touch him in that moment.

AJ stood up and I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom. Just like he’d done to me in his house. I felt a surge adrenaline as we climbed the stairs. Taking a boy I liked to my bedroom in my parent’s house for the very first time.

“You re-decorated!” AJ said, as he looked around the room, giddily grinning. “Still only got the single bed?”

“Hmmm!” I replied, squeezing his hand.

“Looks cosy!” he said, cheekily wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

We squeezed on to the bed, me up against the wall with AJ lying next to me, his head next to mine on my pillow, his arm wrapping around my waist. It was such a fucking rush being cuddled up to AJ on my bed. I also loved the fact that he wearing his tight fitted Tesco uniform.

“Soooo … is this where you’ve fantasised about me?” AJ asked. I rolled my eyes and smirked.

“Wanked off over me?!” he asked.

I let out a loud laugh in response. “Mmmm. Maybe!” I bravely said, with one eyebrow raised, remembering the night he’d added me to Facebook and I’d wanked off over a picture of him blasting out a front lat spread on stage in his shiny, lime green posers.

“REALLY?!” AJ asked, excitedly. “That’s kinda hot!” he exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes and just dreamily grinned at him, while also blushing a little.

And then I heard a sound which made my whole body go into a state of panic. The front door opening and closing. My mum had come back home. FUUUUCKK!!

“Shit!” I whispered.

AJ bit his lip and looked at me wide eyed. He looked a little nervous, but, typically, there was a hint of excitement in his expression too. He’d mentioned a few times of how he wanted to be re-introduced to my mum again. It looked like he was about to get his wish.

“Bollocks!” I said, quietly. “We can try and sneak out?”

Something flickered across AJ’s face. Just for a second. I don’t think he was insulted. He more just looked a little hurt. Was I being unreasonable? Did he think I was embarrassed by him? Argh!! I had explained the situation to him. It wasn’t him I was embarrassed by, it was my mother. And all the questions and grief that would inevitably follow. But then, if I was being completely truthful, maybe I was a little embarrassed by him? And worried about what my mum would think? Would I be as hesitant for her to see AJ if he were just a regular sized lad like me? I felt like a dick. A massive fucking dick.

I sank my head into his huge chest and let out a little groan. I knew what I had to do. I took a deep sigh. “Ugh! Come on!” I said, pulling him off the bed.

A big, excitable grin spread across AJ’s painfully gorgeous face as I led him to my bedroom door. “Ready to be re-acquainted with my mum?!” I asked, rolling my eyes.

As we started walking down the stairs, my mum emerged from the kitchen, complaining about something my nan had said. Then she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of AJ behind me.

“Mum! Remember AJ?” I nervously said.

Oh God!

My mum looked completely gobsmacked at the image of the huge, pumped bodybuilder bulging out of his Tesco’s work shirt waddling down the staircase. The very huge, pumped bodybuilder she’d been telling me about the week before.

“Not little AJ?” she asked.

“Hey, Mrs Cook!” AJ said, grinning warmly.

My mum’s face softened instantly. “Oh, hello, love! Gosh, you’ve grown a bit!” she gushed.

I knew that some part of my mum’s brain would be disapproving of AJ in that moment, or at least his ridiculously muscular physique, but she did a good job of hiding it. More than that, she actually looked pleased to see him. I couldn’t help feeling a warm fuzziness. It was completely unexpected considering how much I’d been dreading this very encounter occurring.

“AJ works at the gym I’ve been going to!” I explained. “As well as Tesco’s!”

“You never said!” She tutted loudly. “Oh, he’s useless!” she said, shaking her head and looking at AJ. “He never tells me anything! God knows why!”

I rolled my eyes. AJ was clearly loving it, though. I was starting to realise how AJ must have felt the week before when his mum had been embarrassing him and making him squirm in front of me.

“How’s your mum, AJ?”

“Yeah, she’s good thanks, Mrs Cook!”

Mrs Cook! I couldn’t help but grin. AJ was such a little charmer. My mum was looking at him all doughy eyed. Seemingly completely over the fact that he was “soooo muscly” and had arms “out here” as she’d demonstrated the week before.

“Maybe you can tell me who Noah keeps sneaking off to see every Friday night?”

I groaned. “Aaaand we’re off!” I said, heading to the door.

“He’s full of secrets, AJ!”

“BYE!” I said, grabbing AJ’s arm and dragging him out of the house.

“Nice to see you again, Mrs Cook!”

“Come round anytime, AJ! And tell him to stop being so secretive!” she called out.

I groaned as I shut the door. AJ was giggling. “Have you been keeping secrets from your mum, Noah?”

“UGH!”

“See!” AJ said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I breathed a deep sigh, shook my head and just grinned at AJ. He was right. It hadn’t been bad. Despite the embarrassing comments about me keeping secrets, it had actually been really nice to re-introduce AJ to my mum. And she clearly hadn’t suspected anything was going on between us, otherwise she wouldn’t have made the comment about who I’d been sneaking off to see on Friday nights, i.e. the boyfriend she’d accused me of having. She’d obviously thought the idea of me and AJ being anything more than friends was as unlikely as I had just a few weeks before. Or maybe it was just the idea of AJ being interested in boys that was the really unlikely notion?

Later on that afternoon, I was lying on AJ’s bed with my head on his chest and his arm wrapped around me, looking at the poster of American muscle monster Chris “Freaky Peaks” Jackson blowing up his insanely sized biceps.

“I’d love to be able to put pictures of bodybuilders up on my bedroom wall!” I confessed to AJ.

“Why don’t you?!” AJ asked.

“Oh yeah! I’m sure my mum would love that!”

“Well she seemed okay with the fact that I’m a shredded freak!”

I twisted my head up and he was looking down at me with a cheeky grin.
“So … do you not find bodybuilders hot?” I asked AJ.

“Bodybuilders?! UGH! No! They’re gross!” he playfully replied. I rolled my eyes and grinned at him.

“Ermm … some are kinda hot!” he said, shrugging. “I think for me, they’ve got to have a nice face? I mean … Justin Hughes!” he said, his eyes widening.

“Well … yeah!” I agreed, picturing the impossibly cute American bodybuilder and his shockingly shredded physique, who, much like me, pretty much every and any muscle addict went nuts for.

“I don’t think squeezing his biceps would have the exact same effect on me that it would on you, though!” AJ cheekily said.

I looked at me and gave me a coy grin. I felt a surge of bravery. “So you wouldn’t cream in your pants on the spot?”

AJ laughed. “No! I kinda wish I was wired that way, though. All this being turned on bodybuilders stuff. It looks fun!”

“Well, so does being a shredded freak!” I said, grinning.

He beamed back at me. “Oh, it is!”

“Hmmm. Imagine being a bodybuilder who’s turned on by bodybuilders?!” I said.

“What do you think the Cookie Monster’s gonna be?” he teased.

I giggled. “I actually don’t think I’d leave the house if I was a bodybuilder. I’d probably just spend all my time posing in front of the mirror!”

AJ released a short laugh. “Hmmm. I’d have to come round and try and tear you away from your reflection!”

I playfully shook my head. “It wouldn’t be easy! You’ve have to try and out-pose me!”

“Psssh!! That’d be piss easy! I know what turns you on, remember!”

I raised one eyebrow at him.

“Flexing and posing!” he exclaimed. “Huffing and puffing! Grunting and growling!” And then he curled his hand into a fist, flexed his bicep, scrunched his face up and growled.

I beamed in response, while my dick swelled instantly and pushed against AJ’s thigh. “See!!” AJ said in response.

I chuckled, squeezed him tighter and kissed him. We parted lips and I looked at him. I felt so close to him in that moment. And safe. Which is probably why I was brave enough to ask my new question. “So, you’re not gonna ditch me for a competitive bodybuilder then?” I said, half joking. I don’t know why I said it. It just kind of came out.

He furrowed his eyebrows in a confused look, then playfully shook his head. “NO!” he firmly said, giving me a reassuring look.

I gave a coy grin, half regretting my words. “Not even if Justin Hughes walked in and declared his undying love for you?”

AJ grinned. “I’d say, that’s really sweet of you Justin, but, unfortunately, I’ve got everything I want right here with my little Cookie!”

Fuck! My heart melted as I squeezed AJ tighter than ever.

“Little Cookie!” I repeated, giggling. I kinda loved that.

AJ cheekily grinned at me. “Soon to be The Cookie Monster!”

I dreamily grinned at him. “It’d be a shame not to take advantage of Justin, though!” I said. “I mean, if he’s made the trip all the way over here?”

AJ grinned. “Okay, I’d let you squeeze his biceps! Maaaybe a feel of his shredded abs! No kissing though. That’s just for me!”

I grinned at him lovingly. “Deal!” I said, before leaning in and greeting his lips with mine.

“Oh, Noah! You could have said something!” my mum said as I got home from AJ’s the next morning. I had been dreading hearing what she was going to say about the encounter.

“About what?” I asked, playing coy. I knew what, of course.

“AJ! The other day when I was going on about that muscly guy in Tesco’s! I had no idea it was him! You could have said you were friends with him again!”

I rolled my eyes, but my mum was handling the whole thing a lot better than I thought she would.

“Well I knew you’d just go on and on about it!” I replied.

“Oh, charming! So is that who you’ve been off gallivanting with then these past few weeks?” she asked suspiciously.

Oh God. My stomach twisted. “Erm … he’s one of the friends I’ve been hanging out with, yes. We’ve mostly just been going to the gym!”

She looked a little suspicious. Like she didn’t fully believe me. Fuck. Maybe she actually did suspect that something might be going on? A prospect which made me feel nervous, but something else too. I think maybe deep down I sort of wanted her to know about us.

“I can’t believe that’s him!” my mum continued. “I would never would have guessed. Why on Earth has he done that to himself? Gotten himself so big?”

I shrugged. “Because he wanted to!” I casually said.

“You dare get that big, Noah!”

I shook my head and climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I was partly annoyed by what my mum had said, but I also couldn’t help feeling amused at her comment about me getting too big. In any case, the whole thing has gone a hell of a lot better than I anticipated it would.

I lay on my bed, thinking about the fact that AJ had been lying there, cuddling up to me and kissing me the day before. I wished my parents would go away for the night. The idea of being squeezed up to AJ under my bed sheets with my arms wrapped around his huge mass was suddenly incredibly appealing.

My phone pinged. I excitedly reached for it, imagining it was some cheeky, funny text from AJ. My stomach twisted when I saw it was a text from Eddie instead. BOLLOCKS!

“Hey, handsome! Good to see you again the other night. Any chance I could see you properly soon?”

SHIT, BUGGERY, BOLLOCKS!! I felt so bad. There was Eddie, who I’d slept with a few weeks before, wanting and expecting to see me again. Completely oblivious to the fact I’d spent a large part of the past few weeks naked in bed with a boy who pretty much fulfilled every sexual need and desire I could ask for.

I thought about texting Eddie back and just being honest with him. “I think you’re a great guy but I’ve met someone else. I hope we can still be friends”. Or something to that effect. But however I thought to word it just made me sound like a dick who’d led him on and fucked him over. UGH!

So I took the easiest option. I ignored his text. I knew that it wasn’t the right thing to do. I knew that it made me a coward. But I also couldn’t help feeling that if Eddie really knew what I felt for AJ, that I was in hopelessly in love with him, then he’d completely understand. And that if I could somehow transfer some of those feelings to Eddie, so he could know for himself what they were like, he’d appreciate that whatever went on between him and me was completely incomparable to what was now going on with me and AJ.

I chucked my phone towards the end of the bed, rolled over to face the wall and closed my eyes. Maybe at some point I’d face up to the Eddie situation and get in touch with him? I felt sure that I would. But now was not that time. Because now I was more pre-occupied with thinking about what AJ had said to me the day before, when we’d been cuddled up on his bed. About what he’d tell American bodybuilder Justin Hughes if he declared his undying love for him. That he had everything he wanted right there with me. His “little Cookie”.

He had said it with so much conviction. And had looked so sincere. And then I was suddenly thinking about some of those things that I had worrying about that morning I’d woken up really early in AJ’s bed that I had desperately been trying not to think about. The questions of what would happen with me and AJ when the summer was over and beyond. I still didn’t know, but I was now almost sure of one thing. That this wasn’t just a casual thing for AJ. A way to pass the time during the summer. And I was sure that AJ would at least want to try and make things work once I’d gone back to university. Whether or not we would be able to was an entirely different matter.

Twenty Eight

“I’ve got something to tell you!” AJ said, excitedly, as he led me up the stairs to his bedroom by the hand. His lats were bulging out of his tight, black, “I’M IN TRAINING” t-shirt from the Leisure Centre and his big, beefy arse was sticking through the cotton material of his gym trackies. Fucking GRRRRR!

“What are you doing next weekend?” he asked me, as he climbed on top of me on his bed, my hands gripping his huge, boulder shoulders. “Aaaand … how do you fancy going to a bodybuilding show in London?!”

Oh my fucking GOD!!

My whole body felt like it about to burst. Me and AJ at a bodybuilding show. FUCK! “Erm … nothing, and … GOD YEAH!!” I replied, enthusiastically.

AJ giggled. “And that’s not at all!” he said, mysteriously. I looked at him in anticipation as I waited for him to continue, but he wasn’t saying anything. He was just glaring at me with this mischievous but sexy grin.

“What?!” I asked, playfully tapping his shoulder. He was being such a fucking tease.

His mouth curled into a big grin. “I’ve been asked to guest pose!”

HOLY FUCKING FUUUUUCK!!

“You’re kidding?” I said, my heart starting to pound.

“Nope!” he replied, proudly. I felt like I was going to explode. The idea of going to my very first bodybuilding show with AJ, my (potential, though not exactly confirmed) bodybuilder boyfriend and actually seeing him on stage posing for an audience in his trunks. Fucking HELL!

“Maybe we could get a hotel for the night?” AJ suggested. “Stay over on the Saturday?”

“Sounds awesome!” I said, beaming. A whole weekend away with AJ? Fuck!

“Ever been to a bodybuilding show before?” he asked.

I shook my head and AJ cheekily raised his eyebrows. “All those shredded muscle freaks flexing in their posers! How will you not spunk in your undies?”

I giggled. “I probably will, to be honest! Especially when The Ripper gets up on stage to pose!”

AJ giddily grinned. “I’ve heard he’s a bit of a cocky fucker!” he said. “Aaaand … I’ve also heard he might not be one hundred percent straight!”

I raised my eyebrows, playing along. “No way?!”

“Yep! Apparently he has a bit of a thing for slightly geeky but very cute, muscle loving gay boys!”

“I’M IN!!” I exclaimed. He did one of his cute, little giggles before bringing his lips to mine for a kiss.

Roughly half an hour later and I was standing behind AJ, who was now in nothing but his shiny, lime green posing trunks, while touching and squeezing his huge, pumped lats as he hit a back lat spread. The insane muscle bulging underneath my fingertips. “Fuck!” I groaned. AJ released a grizzly growl. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but the throbbing hard on tenting my boxers brushed against AJ’s huge, beefy arse cheeks, and ended up staying pressed against them.

“Mmmmm!” AJ said in response. Then, amazingly, he actually stuck his arse out so my throbbing cock was pushing into his cheeks further. Fuck!

“What is THAT sticking into my arse?” he cheekily asked.

I laughed, but fucking HELL did AJ’s big, beefy arse feel good against my dick. I knew it was new territory for AJ, but he seemed to fully embrace it, as he then made another unexpected move. He reached one of his arms around the back of him, grabbed on to my arse, and pushed my body into his even further. My hard, throbbing cock squashed right against his thick cheeks. “Fuck!” I exclaimed while also laughing a bit.

AJ spun around, the cheekiest grin on his face. He arrogantly grimaced and cranked out a quick, hard most muscular in an obscenely horny fashion, before bending down and pulling my boxers down to my feet.

“Oh God!” I groaned as AJ squeezed the base of my cock and wrapped his mouth around the head. He was sucking with more force than he ever had. FUCK! It was such an unspeakably hot sight; looking down and seeing his traps bulging off his neck, his enormous, round shoulders and his bumpy, muscular, lightly tanned back. And AJ, working my cock like he’d never done before, groaning and moaning whilst doing so in the horniest way possible.

He then stopped, looked up me with a gorgeous and mischievous grin and, in another completely unexpected move, bought both of his arms up either side of his head and flexed into a cheeky double bicep. “FUCK!” I exclaimed at the suddenly flexing AJ. It was such a horny fucking image. Seeing those huge, croquet-ball biceps explode off his upper arms. I gripped both biceps with both hands respectively and he flexed harder still, while looking mightily smug with himself.

Still flexing his glorious guns, AJ then wrapped his mouth around my cock and began sucking again. “Oh God!” I groaned. AJ also groaned and sucked harder in response, still flexing the biceps my fingers were tightly gripping.

“Oh fuck! AJ! I’m gonna cum!”

He reacted by releasing his grizzliest, muffled growl yet, while continuing to plunge up and down on my cock with his lips. “OH FUUUUCKKK!! ARGGGGGHHH!” As I gripped onto AJ’s ridiculously huge, fully flexed biceps, I came in his mouth in what was one of the most intense orgasms anyone had ever given me.

“So I’m now on a strict cutting diet!” AJ informed me as I nuzzled into his naked body shortly after. I shot him a curious look.

“Well I’ve gotta get shredded for the show next weekend!” he said, his mouth curling into a mischievous little grin. Fuck! My eyes bulged and I beamed at him. He knew exactly what effect saying those words would have on me.

“Well … as shredded as I can get in that time!” he teased.

“Are you gonna have lines in your ass?” I cheekily asked.

AJ howled. “Hmmm. Maybe not by next week!” he said. “Sorry!” And then he just grinned at me lovingly and gave me a squeeze.

“Maybe the next time I compete, though?” he said, with his eyebrows raised.

Fuck! My chest seemed to swell at that statement. But it wasn’t at the mention of AJ competing in a bodybuilding show. It was because he’d implied that whenever that event would take place in the future, I would still be in the picture and the two of us would still be together. 

I gripped AJ’s waist. I literally couldn’t stop smiling. “Mmmmm!” I said. “The thought of you … all shredded!”

He bit his lip and beamed. “Well, I was gonna start the diet soon anyway for Ibiza!”

And just as quickly as my chest had swollen, my stomach twisted sharply. I had been trying not to think about the fact that AJ was going on his family holiday to Ibiza in a couple of weeks time. A whole week without seeing AJ. Without being able to kiss and touch and cuddle up next to him. And one less week I would be able to spend with him before I’d have to leave Little Denton and go back to university.

“Are you looking forward to it?” I asked. I was definitely hoping that he’d tell me he’d miss me, even if I perhaps didn’t realise it when I’d said it.

“Of course!” AJ said, enthusiastically. “Can’t wait!”

Fuuuuck. It was like someone had kicked me in the stomach. Whatever was going on with my facial expressions in that moment, they clearly didn’t hide what I was feeling. AJ was looking me with his eyes narrowed. Like he was studying my face. And then the corner of his mouth curled into this knowing, little grin. He knew exactly what was going through my mind. God. I was so fucking transparent.

He gave me a little squeeze. “Maybe I could smuggle you in at the airport?” he said, giving me this adorable, loving grin. I couldn’t help but melt and giddily grin back, while also feeling a little sheepish that I was so gutted at the fact I’d be apart from him for a week, and clearly hadn’t been able to hide it.

“Have you got a six foot long suitcase?” I asked.

AJ beamed. “Ugh! And I have to go suit shopping for the wedding with Andy at some point too!” he added, rolling his eyes.

“How will you find one that fits?” I joked.

“FUCK KNOWS!” he exclaimed, animatedly, and then we both started laughing.

“Why don’t you just wear your posing trunks?” I asked.

“If only! Although I’m not sure anyone would be looking at the bride!” he cheekily replied.

“Have you just got the one pair of posing trunks?” I asked.

“Mmmm. No! I’ve got the black ones I wore for my first competition too. I’m guessing you won’t like those ones as much? They are pretty awful! Why?! Are you bored of the green ones?”

“Fuck, no!” I exclaimed. “I’d never got bored of those!”

“I should probably get some new ones actually! Maybe for my next competition?”

It was like a light bulb suddenly lit up in my head. What if I could manage to buy AJ a new pair of posing trunks for his guest posing spot at the bodybuilding show in London? Fuck! I suddenly pictured his excited face as I gifted him a new pair of shiny posing trunks. I knew he would love it. Just as I’d loved it when he’d bought me my Scorpio’s gym hoodie.

“What colour do you think you’d go for?” I asked, buzzing at the thought of going through with my idea.

“Erm … maybe red? Purple seem kinda popular right now!”

“How about … some bright pink ones?” I asked with a cheeky grin.

AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “Actually, I’ve always thought pink posing trunks look fucking awesome!”

Fuck! It was the best answer he could have possibly given me. And then I was suddenly picturing AJ in a pair of hot pink, super shiny posing trunks.

“Plus, it takes fucking BALLS to wear bright pink posers at a bodybuilding show!” AJ added.

“Would you wear them?!”

“Maaaaybe!” he teasingly said, giving me a cheeky grin.

I was feeling brave. “Mmmm. What if they had “I HEART NOAH” written on the back?”

AJ howled. “LOVE IT!” he said. My heart fluttered in response.

“I’ll make you a deal!” AJ continued. “I’ll wear those if The Cookie Monster wears a blue pair that say “I HEART AJ” on the back!”

I giddily grinned and melted, while suddenly picturing me and AJ, shredded and tanned on stage, holding hands in our novelty posers. The world’s first openly gay bodybuilding couple.

“Hmmm. DEAL!” I said. “Though I’m thinking we should probably switch colours?!”

A little later on, I was sitting on AJ’s bed and texting Naomi while he was in the bathroom. “Who ya texting?” he asked, as he returned to the bedroom.

I was feeling mischievous so I shrugged. “Eddie! We’re going on a date tomorrow night!” I playfully said.

He narrowed his eyes and grinned at me as he bounced back on to the bed and grabbed a pillow to hug. “Cool! Have fun NOT watching him flex for you in the lime green posers he definitely DOESN’T have!”

I grinned back at him.

“Is it Naomi?” he asked.

My stomach twisted. Neither of us had bought up the subject of AJ asking me not to tell Naomi about us since it had happened.

“Yeah!” I said, feeling a pinch of nerves.

“Has she been asking about us?” He asked, a little warily.

“No! She thinks … well, she doesn’t know anything’s happened between us.”

AJ pulled a face which was hard to read, then stretched out his arm and held out his hand. “Gimme!” he said.

I looked at him suspiciously, while also suddenly feeling excited. “Hmmm!” I said in a sceptical tone, still clutching my phone.

“Just give me your fucking phone!” he ordered.

I obeyed and watched as AJ tapped away on my phone. Feeling both incredibly excited and nervous as to what was unfolding. And at the thought of just what he was texting Naomi, as I assumed he was doing.

AJ’s expression was pretty neutral throughout, so it was hard to read, but when he gave me back my phone, it broke into a nervous little grin.

I took the phone off him and eagerly looked at the screen. As I’d suspected, AJ had messaged Naomi.

“Hey Naomi. This is AJ. Me and your best friend are now officially a thing. You were right. There is something between us. This is all new to me and you’re the first person who knows about us so if you could refrain from announcing it on Facebook or anything that would be great! But I really, really like him and he makes me feel things that I’ve never felt before. Plus he’s got a really cute arse. And a massive fucking cock! x”

I howled at the last sentence. “I can’t believe you wrote that last part!”

AJ was grinning, looking pleased with himself. My heart was fucking bursting at what he’d written.

He crawled back over to me and scooped me up in his ridiculously huge arms. “Things you’ve never felt before?” I asked, playfully.

He grinned and rolled his eyes but then his face turned uncharacteristically serious. “Yep!” he said, gazing at me. “And I don’t just mean with a guy.”

I gazed back at him, my insides feeling like they were exploding. I wanted to remember that feeling as I gripped on to him, completely engulfed by his mass and scent. Knowing that the huge, gorgeous bodybuilder I was wrapped around had never had stronger feelings for anyone than he had for me. Knowing that the obscenely built muscle bull who I’d soon be seeing on stage flexing for an audience in his shiny, miniscule posing trunks was now officially mine.

Twenty Nine

I couldn’t stop staring at the email. A guy from Third Hill Publishing, one of the biggest trade publishing houses in the country, i.e. the exact type of company I wanted to work for when I graduated, had gotten into touch to tell me that someone had dropped out a work experience placement the following week, and they wanted me to take their place.

It was the first non-AJ related thing I had felt excited about for months. But as thrilled as I was to have been given such an amazing opportunity, I was also feeling a completely conflicting emotion. Because doing this work placement in London would mean having to stay there for a week, which I’d already arranged with one of uni friends who lived there when I’d applied for this placement, and countless others, at the beginning of the summer. London was just too far away to travel to every day and back. But spending a week in London meant spending a week away from AJ. FUCK!

I kept thinking, what if I just ignored the email? What if I didn’t tell anyone about it? Just pretend that I’d never received it? Part of me wished that I hadn’t. Maybe I could just email the guy back and tell him that it was too short notice? But I knew I couldn’t do any of those things. Because these types of placements were hard to get. And I’d be stupid not to do it. And besides, it was only a week. Five days, to be exact.

But five precious summer days that could be spent with my gorgeous bodybuilder boyfriend. ARRGGHH!! I had never wanted to be the type of person who couldn’t function without being with their boyfriend for a second. I had always thought of myself as being fiercely independent. But I knew that I would miss AJ like crazy. Even just for five days. And then I would miss him like crazy for another seven days when he went to Ibiza just a couple of weeks later.

And then I was suddenly thinking about the fact that I would be going back to university a few weeks after that, and all of those fears and anxieties I had felt that one morning when I’d woken up in AJ’s bed worrying about the future, were suddenly at the forefront of my mind again. I had known that I’d have to deal with those worries at some point again. I just hadn’t expected to have to deal with them quite so soon.

I was now sure that AJ would want to make it work when I was back in London. But would we be able to? How would I feel not being in Little Denton where I could see AJ any time I wanted? What if the distance made him realise that his feelings for me weren’t that strong after all? What if he grew bored? What if it was too hard work? The thought of things ending with AJ, even just the thought of things changing between us, made him feel sick to the stomach.

I decided not to mention the work placement when AJ picked me up in his car the next day to take me to Scorpio’s. I guess it was easier just to push it to the back of my mind. But I was also worried about putting a dampener on the day, and potentially ruining the time we had left together. Everything so far had been ridiculously good. And now there was this thing hanging over us, threatening to spoil it.

“Four days to get lines in my arse and abs so shredded you could grate chase on ‘em!” AJ exclaimed on the drive to Scorpio’s.

I smirked and looked at him wide eyed. “You realise that’s, like, premium rate phone sex talk for me?!”

AJ beamed. “Are you looking forward to your cock exploding in a theatre full of strangers?”

I shook my head and giggled. “I’m excited! And I’m really looking forward to seeing you on stage! I HEART NOAH posers or not!”

AJ bit his lip and gave me this loving grin. “Maybe we can get those specially made? For your eyes only!”

Something about that comment stung. Just a little. For your eyes only. I knew that AJ hadn’t meant anything by it, but I guess there was a part of me that resented the fact that what me and AJ was had to be kept a secret. A part of me wanted to show him off to the whole world. Walk into Scorpio’s Gym holding hands and loudly announce that I was completely and crazily in love the sweetest, most wonderful boy. And oh yeah, he happens to be a little bit smitten with me too.

“Soooo … have you ever wondered what it’s like to be backstage at a bodybuilding show?” he asked me with his eyebrows cheekily raised.

I felt a jolt of excitement. “Well I kinda know what goes on!” I told him. “I’ve seen pump room videos!”

“Yeah?” AJ said, looking both impressed and excited.

“Mmmm. All the bodybuilders pump up and pose in their trunks as they get ready to go on stage!” Jesus. I had given myself a bloody hard on.

“That’s pretty much it! Another potential undie spunking situation for Noah!”

I grinned like mad. “Potential?! Try GUARANTEED!”

AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “Hmmm. Maybe I shouldn’t bring you backstage with me in that case?”

FUCK!

AJ had this massive, cheeky smirk on his face. I just stared at him wide eyed, grinning like crazy and practically bursting with excitement at the thought of being in a pump room with my bodybuilder boyfriend.

“Wait - are you gonna, like, tan up?” I asked him.

“Of course! Wanna help?”

FUUUUUCKKKK!!

“Erm … HELL YEAH!” I replied.

“Maybe not wear your trackies though?” he suggested, looking down at the hard on tenting my trackies. And then he did the most outrageous thing. He reached over, grabbed my dick through the cotton material with one hand and gave it a hard squeeze with a grizzly, “GRRRRR!”

I let out a whimper as AJ squeezed my hard on. “Mmmm!” he said, giving it a quick, forceful shake. “I can’t wait for that to explode in my mouth later!”

AJ made good on his promise. A few hours later and I was exploding in his mouth while positioned over him in a sixty-nine position, simultaneously sucking his cock. A few minutes later and AJ was groaning loudly while blowing his load in my mouth.

“FUCK! How did you get so good at that?!” he asked as I manoeuvred myself to the other end of the bed where AJ’s head was.

“You’re not so bad at it yourself!” I told him.

“I think I might have picked up some tips from you!” he replied, grabbing my waist and kissing me.

“Ugh! I need a shower!” AJ announced not long after. And then he raised his eyebrows and gave me a mischievous smirk. “Wanna join me?”

I bit my lip and grinned. “That could be fun!” I said, enthusiastically.

AJ grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. Both of us were stupidly grinning as we climbed into his bath and he put the shower on.

Standing close up to each other and naked, he squeezed some shower gel into his hand and began to rub it into my chest. And then my shoulders. And then my stomach. Fuck! All the time I gripped on to AJ’s big arms. And then he squeezed some shower gel on to the head of my erect cock and gently massaged it up and down and I sank into his body and groaned. Gripping on to his back, I nuzzled my face in to his thick, bull neck.

I took the shower gel from AJ and began to do the same for his body. Rubbing it into his gorgeous, thick pecs, his ridiculously huge, boulder shoulders and his tummy popping abs. FUCK! I had never once fantasised about taking a shower with AJ, but it was such an incredibly hot and intimate experience.

AJ then spun around and my hard, throbbing cock was suddenly in very close proximity of his huge, beefy buttocks. As I soaped up his back, AJ gently hit a back lat spread pose. I squeezed on to his thick lats and my cock pushed against the flesh of his thick, meaty arse as I did so. AJ responded in the best way possible; by pushing his arse out further. Fuuuuuck!

I groaned while sinking my whole torso into his thick, muscular body, my face buried into his shoulder blades and my arms wrapped around his front. I squeezed the thick plates of muscle which made up his chest with my hands and explored his bumpy, blocky abs with my fingers, all the time with my cock pressed tightly against his arse.

I slid my hand down to his hard cock and started squeezing, AJ groaning in response. While one hand pleasured his cock, my other explored his back, then went down to his thick buttocks, giving his cheeks a gentle squeeze, which he responded by doing one of his cute, little giggles.

It was such a fucking magnificent arse. I’d never seen bum cheeks like them. So fucking round and huge and perfect. I was feeling brave. I squirted some shower gel on my hands and rubbed it into AJ’s thick cheeks. Gently kissing him on the back, while still wanking him off, I then put my fingers in between his cheeks until I was gently tickling the opening.

AJ jumped slightly, and whimpered. I knew that it was completely new territory for him, but I could tell he trusted me too. I explored with my fingers further, gently playing with the opening of his arse. AJ groaned as I gently pushed my finger inside of him. It sounded like a different kind of groan to the ones he usually did. A noise I’d never heard him made before. It was so amazingly sexy.

“Oh FUCK!” AJ moaned. And then he stuck his arse out further, encouraging, almost inviting me in, so I pushed my finger further inside him. It was such an incredibly erotic image. Witnessing AJ discovering a completely new pleasure for the first time. Groaning and moaning, totally embracing it, as I wiggled my finger, playing inside him, taking him to new, unknown heights of pleasures. I was sure that AJ would always remember this moment.

He then let out this obscenely hot grunt as he stuck his arse out further. Still wanking his cock, I removed my finger. He twisted his head around and let out this cute, little whimper of desire, like he wanted his hole pleasured again. I was about to oblige.

Kneeling down so I was faced with his glorious glutes, I parted AJ’s huge arse cheeks. His hole was twitching, almost begging for pleasure. It was the cutest and hottest like pink hole. The second my tongue touched it AJ loudly groaned.

“OH GOD!” he exclaimed, as I tickled his opening with my tongue, before gently pushing it inside him. “OH FUCK!” AJ was in some kind of heaven. One that he probably never even knew existed.

With my tongue worshipping his hole, pushing in, dancing around, wriggling about, I began to wank AJ off again. I’d never heard noises like it. I carried on, determined to make my beautiful bodybuilder boyfriend spunk. Filling him up with my tongue and plunging up and down on his cock until, “ARGGGGGHHH! OH GOD! NOAAH! FUUUCKKK! AAAAHHHH!” AJ’s cock exploded with cum.

Shortly afterwards we were cuddled up on his bed. With AJ’s head rested on my chest and my arm was around his back, I gently played with his soft hair.

“Mmmm! I love your little tummy!” he said, kissing me softly on the stomach. I dreamily grinned.

“And I love your chest!” he said, rubbing it. “And your little biceps!”

I pulled my head back sharply and looked at him with my eyebrows raised. “Oi! Less of the little!”

AJ giggled. “OK, not so little biceps. But still kinda little!” he teased, flashing me a cute, cheeky grin.

“Well, everyone’s biceps are little compared to yours!”

He grinned mischievously. “GRRRR!!” he said. I playfully rolled my eyes and beamed at him.

“Mmmm. I just love your body! It’s such a LAD’s body!” he continued, gripping my waist and squeezing me tight.

I couldn’t help wondering whether AJ would have loved my body as much if he’d been with more than just two guys.

“You wouldn’t prefer me with abs?” I asked.

He shot me a stern look as if to say, don’t be so fucking stupid. “NO!” he firmly said, wide eyed.

“I’d still like a bit more muscle though!” I said.

“Well I did do you a muscle building plan when you had your personal training session at the beginning of the summer!” AJ said, playfully.

I pulled an “eeeek” face then grinned. I’d sort of been sticking to AJ’s plan. The diet hadn’t been going that well though.

“I’ve kind of been pre-occupied with other things!” I said, squeezing his back. He looked up at me and flashed me an adorable smile.

“Well you could always try out the plan to be a shredded muscle freak instead!”

“Hell yeah!” I said, playing along.

AJ giggled. “Then we could have a flex off! GRRRR!” he said.

My cock started to swell at the very thought. “What, like a two man posedown in your bedroom?” I suggested.

“Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.

“I’d whip your ass!” I teased.

AJ let out a short, sharp laugh. “You wish!”

“Right then. That’s settled! The plan to turn you into a shredded muscle freak officially starts next week!”

Oh fuck. My stomach lurched. Joking or not, that was never going to happen. Because I wouldn’t be in Little Denton the following week. This was it. I knew that I had to tell AJ about the work experience placement.

I buried my face into his hair. “Actually, I’ve got something to tell you!” Fuck! My heart started to beat faster.

AJ twisted his head and looked at me curiously. “Sounds intriguing!” he said, the left corner of his mouth curling into a little grin.

I bit my lip nervously. AJ’s expression suddenly turned serious. “What’s up?” he asked.

I took a deep breath. “Mmmm. Well you know I applied to do some work experience in London at the beginning of the summer?” I said, nervously.

“Oh yeah. The places with the books?”

“Hmmm. Well, one of them emailed me!”

AJ’s eyes widened, but I could tell he was anxious about what was coming next.

“Someone’s dropped out of a placement and they want me to go down. Next week!” I explained.

“Hey! That’s awesome!” AJ said, but I could tell he was disappointed. I can’t deny that it gave me a buzz to see that in his expression.

“Mmmm!” I replied. “It means I’ll have to go down and stay there for the week,” I explained, pulling my “eeeek” face.

“Oh!” AJ said. His face dropped. “Well that’s a bit shit!” he said, tickling my waist, and playfully curling the bottom of his lip.

“Mmmmm!” I replied, playing with his hair. “I was thinking maybe I shouldn’t go?” Fuck. My heart was pounding again.

AJ looked at me sharply and grimaced. “Not because of me?!” My stomach twisted.

I gave a little shrug and AJ’s face softened and his mouth curled into a little grin. Like he thought the gesture was cute.

Then he gave me a stern, wide eyed look. “Noah! NO! You have to go. Didn’t you say they were really hard to get on?”

“Yeah!” I said, with a shrug.

“Well then!” he said firmly. And then he lovingly grinned at me again and I softened and melted.

“I mean … obviously it’ll be shit here without you, but … we’re gonna have to do it in a few weeks anyway when I go to Ibiza!”

My stomach twisted again. Ugh! God, I hate this, I thought. Why couldn’t my work experience placement and AJ’s holiday been at the same time? A few days before it had seemed like we’d loads of time together and now it seemed like we had hardly any. I’d be in London the following week, then we’d have another week together before AJ went to Ibiza. Then a few weeks after that I’d be leaving Little Denton to go back to university.

“And the placement’s only for five days!” I reasoned. “I’ll probably be back on the Friday night!”

AJ nodded. “It’ll fly by!” he said. But that what was I was worried about. Time flying by. Time running out. The summer being over before we knew it. And what then?

Me and AJ had never spoken about the subject, but it suddenly felt like it needed to be bought up. Even though I was nervous. It might sound a little cowardly, but the fact AJ’s head was turned away from me again, and I was buried in his hair, made what I was about to say next feel a hell of a lot easier.

“So I was thinking when I go back to uni, I could come back at weekends?” Fuck! I knew I sounded nervous.

“What, like, every weekend?” AJ asked, not looking up.

My stomach lurched. There was something about the surprise in his tone that un-nerved me. I knew why, of course. Me coming home from university every weekend was doable, but it wasn’t exactly ideal given the distance and the practicalities of coming back so often, and for such a short amount of time. And AJ worked most weekends, so our time together would be limited. But there was also a small part of me in that moment that questioned whether AJ would actually want me to come back that often.

“Yeah!” I replied, nervously. “If you wanted me too!” As soon as I said it I knew I was being ridiculous.

AJ twisted his head sharply to face me. “Well, obviously I’d want you to!” he reassured me, playfully rolling his eyes, then giving me a warm, loving smile. I melted and grinned back at him.

“And you could come down and visit me at uni?” I suggested. “When you’re not working!”

“That would be cool!” he said, softly. I could tell he thought so, but there was something about the tone of AJ’s voice, and something in his facial expression that suggested he wasn’t completely convinced. Like he was thinking the same things as I was. Having the same doubts as me and wondering whether we would actually be able to make it work once I’d gone back to university.

That was the last thing either of us said about the subject. AJ turned away from me again and I just buried my face into his head and squeezed him tightly. Probably tighter than I ever had. Almost like I was terrified of what would happen if I let him go.
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