It's time for the fourth part of "AJ & Noah"!
The last part ended with AJ taking Noah to Scorpio's, the local, hardcore bodybuilding gym! This part we get to see Noah in the gym, training with an actual bodybuilder while being surrounded by pictures of huge freaks on the walls. Then later on he gets an invite to AJ's house and we get to meet AJ's mum and see his bedroom (which also has pictures of huge freaks on the walls)!
Part 5 coming soon!
As soon as we’d passed him, AJ shot me a cheeky grin. He’d obviously wanted to see what my reaction was, and could probably tell from the look of my face that I was rather terrified at the sheer size of the monster he’d just said hello to. I doubt my expression had given away the fact that I was also rather turned on by the encounter, though.
“OK, he probably would put you into a protein shake and eat you for a meal!” AJ said, grinning.
The guy at reception wasn’t quite a monster, but he was still fairly muscular. Not to mention fit as fuck. I felt instantly shy in his presence, and, stupidly, couldn’t help but feel giddy when AJ introduced me as his “old mate, Noah”.
It was only when we were walking into the changing room that the nerves made a comeback.
“Oh, remember when I told you I could probably get away with just wearing my lime green posing trunks at the gym?” AJ asked me, with a deadpan face.
OH MY GOD!!
“Well, I’d thought I’d give that a go today!”
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!
I was literally speechless. AJ’s expression then softened and he giggled. “Your face!” he exclaimed. “As if I fucking would!”
It wasn’t just the idea of AJ wearing nothing but his posing trunks, but the mere fact that he’d mentioned his “lime green posers” to me that made my heart leap into my throat and caused me to furiously blush. But I couldn’t help smirking too. What a fucking rush to hear AJ joke about wearing just his outrageously coloured trunks. God, I loved it.
“I really could if I wanted to though!” he exclaimed, raising his eyebrows.
Already wearing my gym clothes, I threw my backpack into AJ’s locker and he did the same. My heart pounded as he then started to lift his bright red hoodie up and over his head. Fully expecting to see him wearing a t-shirt like me, I almost gasped when he revealed himself to be wearing just a tight fitted, khaki green vest instead. FUCKING HELL!!
It was the most of AJ’s body I’d seen in the flesh since we’d been reunited two weeks before. Free from any t-shirt material, his arms looked more monstrous than ever. Thick, outrageously developed and obscenely muscular. I couldn’t get over the size of his shoulders either. It was like two half watermelons had been shoved underneath his brilliantly tanned, silky smooth skin. The top of his pecs peeked out over the top of his vest too. Thick cushions of chest meat, with a deep groove separating them. It was the most amazing, mind boggling and hottest image, and it was right in front of me.
I couldn’t help but look. As much as I tried not to, my eyes just kept going back to the mini muscle monster in front of me, and the slabs of crazily developed mass bulging off his upper body. I dread to think what my face must have looked like in that moment. No doubt part fear, part intimidation and part amazement.
AJ seemed to notice that the reveal of more of his body had had an effect on me too. It clearly wasn’t the first time the sight of his muscles had caused such an effect on someone. Far from looking uncomfortable or surprised though, I got the sense he not only expected me to have such a reaction, but he was getting an ever so slight kick out of it, too. Try as he might, AJ just couldn’t mask a cheeky, smug, and incredibly sexy smirk.
What AJ didn’t know was just how much of an effect his body was having on me, and just how special it was for me to be in the presence of a competitive bodybuilder spilling out of a little vest, and walking into a hardcore bodybuilding gym.
The atmosphere seemed to completely shift the minute AJ took his hoodie off. It was like his body just exuded this incredible, unspoken power. He was a huge, freaky bodybuilder who’d pushed his body to insane limits, and I was just this average built mere mortal, lucky enough to even be in his presence.
The actual gym at Scorpio’s was nothing like I had expected it to be, either. I had imagined some dark, dank, hellhole full of old, dirty weights and packed full of meatheads grunting and screaming with their reps and throwing heavy weights around.
Instead, it was a large, clean space with white walls and a grey floor and an array of impressive weight machines, about three times the amount of the Little Denton Leisure Centre’s gym had. The main clue that it wasn’t a typical high street gym were the plentiful pictures of huge, shredded, competition conditioned bodybuilders on the walls. Many famous, big name pros, and most of whom I recognised.
It was so surreal to be in a public space looking at images of the kind of hardcore, freaky bodybuilders that I usually only ever saw sitting at home on my laptop or phone. Trailing behind AJ and checking out his thick upper back, I couldn’t help but giddily grin at where I was, and exactly who I was there with.
AJ clocked my grin and gave me a suspicious smirk. “You OK?” he asked.
“Yeah!” I replied sheepishly.
He continued to look at me suspiciously, all the time flashing me a cheeky grin. God. If only he’d known what was going through my mind.
“So, is it what you were expecting?” he asked he as we walked through the gym.
“Erm … sort of!”
“Not that scary really, is it? Well … apart from the pictures of the huge freaks on the wall!”
OH MY GOD. I gave AJ a coy grin.
“Hopefully I’ll be up there one day! Will you still wanna message me on Facebook when I’m a three hundred pound muscle monster, Noah?”
HELL FUCKING YES! And there went my pants. Twitching away again. Twitch, twitch, fucking twitch.
“So, I know you were planning do legs today, but do you wanna follow my chest routine instead?” AJ asked me.
“Erm … sure!”
“I didn’t wanna take you here and then abandon you. Thought you’d feel more comfortable if we stuck together?”
Thoughtful, sweet, considerate, cute, and oh yeah, bursting with thick, solid, crazily developed muscle mass all over this fucking body. AJ Jones, could you BE any more fucking perfect?
Many lads in my position would probably have felt inferior training with AJ. But considering I’d never been the least bit competitive, had next to no ego and had never had even the slightest inclination to be anything close to an “Alpha male” (some bodybuilder I’d make!) I had absolutely no qualms about the fact that every time I took over a machine after AJ had used it I had to lower the weight to about three times lighter than he’d used. Or that every single one of his muscle groups were twice as big and muscular as mine were.
The more AJ trained, the more pumped his upper body became. By the end of the session his chest was bulging and his arms looked they were about to burst. And then one brief but utterly amazing moment unfolded. Something that will stay in my memory forever. I was taking over the bench press from AJ. Seated and looking up at AJ standing over me as he studied his reflection and his freshly pumped muscles in the large mirrors covering the end wall of the gym. Then, in one split second, he bought both of his forearms up, placed his fists together and flexed into a quick most muscular pose. FUCKING HELL!
It was possibly one of the hottest fucking things my eyes had ever seen. And the craziest thing was, when he looked down and noticed that I’d seen him, he looked slightly embarrassed. It was bonkers, adorable, and just made me like him just that little bit more.
Five minutes before we’d finished, AJ excitedly turned to me. “So, mate, remember I said you should get some tips from Mark Green about how to overcome shyness?”
“Umm … yeah?” I curiously replied.
“Well now’s your chance!” My heart jumped into my throat. “That’s him over there!” AJ excitedly said.
I looked over to where AJ’s attention was, and sure enough, sitting on a leg incline machine, was 6’3 regional bodybuilding champion and all round muscle monster Mark Green, looking like an absolute brick shithouse in a black tracksuit. He was even more handsome than on video. Still rough around the edges, charmingly daddy-esque, as bald as anything and just all round fucking hotter in the flesh.
“Wanna say hi?”
Oh God. My stomach did a somersault. “Oooh … I dunno!”
AJ grinned. “Awww. Come on, mate! He’s a good lad!”
As Mark finished his set, AJ dragged me over to meet him. I nervously followed, my stomach in knots.
“Alright Mark, mate!” AJ said. I noticed that AJ seemed to suddenly become a lot more laddish when he spoke to guys that weren’t me.
“Hi, AJ!” Wow. He was a lot more soft spoken that I would have imagined. It was bonkers. Then I’d remembered what AJ said about him being really gentle and kinda shy. “The bodybuilder version of you”.
Small talk followed and I stood there feeling like an absolute gooseberry. Mark didn’t even acknowledge me until AJ introduced me. “This is my mate, Noah. It’s his first time here!”
We awkwardly said hi to each other. I felt instantly nervous the minute he looked at me. He really was fucking huge, even covered up. An absolute mountain of a man beast. I knew exactly what was hiding under that tracksuit too. Slab after slab of huge, hard, working class British beef, ready to be flexed and squeezed. Fuck yeah! It was almost fucking ridiculous how much I was turned on in his presence . One simple double bicep pose from this guy and I’d probably cream in my pants on the spot.
“Noah wants to be a shredded freak like us!”
OH MY FUCKING GOD!!
I blushed so hard, and Mark grinned at AJ.
“Well, you’re in the right company with this one,” Mark cheekily said, referring to AJ. I nervously smiled back. All my social ability seemed to have gone out the window.
As we walked away, I felt the biggest rush. I had just met, and spoken to a genuine muscle monster and regional bodybuilding champion.
“So, now you’ve met the bodybuilding version of you!” AJ said, with a gorgeous grin. I giddily grinned back at him.
As we headed back into the changing rooms to the sound of showers running, I suddenly wondered whether AJ was going to whip off his vest and use the facilities. The thought of seeing AJ in nothing but a towel, his gorgeous, lumpy bumpy abs bursting through his little tummy excited me as much as it did terrify me. How the fuck was I supposed to hide my overwhelming attraction to him if he were standing right in front of me with his freakishly muscular torso on full display?
I was almost relieved when AJ simply popped his bright red Scorpio’s hoodie on instead. The moment his body suddenly wasn’t exposed, the atmosphere seemed to shift back to how it was before. He was no longer this huge bodybuilder in a vest ready to pump up his enormous muscles. He was the cute, gorgeous, funny AJ I’d been exchanging messages with on Facebook again.
“So …” AJ mysteriously said, playing with his phone. “I promised to show you a picture of a super duper shredded bodybuilder, didn’t I?”
Oh God. My pulse quickened, though I was more excited than nervous.
“I warn you now. You will be shocked. You might even wanna throw up!” he said, barely able to mask a smug grin.
I was grinning like mad at the comment, but I also suddenly felt oddly nervous about what AJ would make of my reaction. The image of a super shredded bodybuilder wouldn’t shock me anywhere near the degree it would for others, because I was so accustomed to seeing them. I would probably have to fake a shocked reaction in case AJ got suspicious.
He held his phone out for me, then quickly pulled it back to his chest. “Hmmm. I’m actually not sure I wanna show you this,” he said. I couldn’t help thinking how fucking sweet it was that AJ was worried about freaking me out or scaring me.
AJ winced, bit his lip and cautiously held out his phone for me again and I was suddenly faced with the rear image of one of the most freakishly conditioned muscle freaks I’d ever seen. A thousand lines in his inhuman glutes and the most prominent and craziest Christmas tree lower back just above his shiny red posing trunks.
As it turned out, I didn’t have to fake a reaction at all. I guess that’s one of the most amazing things about freaky muscle. No matter how many images I see, I still have the ability to be freaked out, shocked or blown away by seeing a particular image of extreme muscle for the very first time.
I must have looked so shocked. AJ was looking at me nervously, but he looked excited too. It was so surreal looking at such an image in public and actually in front of someone who was waiting for my reaction. My heart was thumping. I had no idea what I was supposed to say.
“Pretty freaky, huh?” AJ asked.
I nodded. “That is … WOW!”
AJ was grinning like mad. “You never know, mate. That could be you one day!” he teased.
I bit my lip and sheepishly smiled and AJ giddily grinned back at me. My chest seemed to expand. As I handed his phone back to him, I felt a surge of bravery. “Hmmm. It does look a bit like something from an Alien film, though!”
AJ did one of his cute, little giggles as he took his phone back.
“He’d probably love you for saying that! Oh, and I’ve got something else to show you before we go. You’ll laugh when you see it!” he mysteriously said to me with a cheeky grin.
As we headed out of the changing room, AJ lead me to a place left of the reception area of the gym. There were several booths, with one or two rather big lads sat in tracksuits and a bar where a guy was offering protein drinks. We walked past all of this and headed straight for a wall at the back. My heart jumped into my throat when I saw what was on it. A big drawing board featuring tons of pictures of competitive bodybuilders. All tanned and shredded and flexing on stage. Fuck!
“Recognise him?” AJ said pointing to a picture of a trio of young bodybuilders. None of them particularly huge or in shape. But I did, in fact, very much recognise the bodybuilder in the middle.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed.
It was AJ. But not as he looked now. He looked younger, more baby faced, and had about half the muscle mass he owned that day. He looked half way between the AJ I remember from Year 11 at school and the mini roid monster standing beside me in that moment.
“That was my very first bodybuilding competition two years ago.”
“You look so young!” I said. “And you look … nervous!”
“I told you I was!” he said.
There was no outrageously cocky facial expression or any such evidence of the cheeky attitude I’d seen in the recent Facebook photos of AJ on stage. Instead, he looked like a rabbit in a headlight as he tried with all his little might to squeeze out a most muscular pose.
“Look at those posing trunks too! God, they’re awful!” AJ exclaimed.
And they really were. Black, matte and oversized.
“Aaaaand … here I am again, over here,” AJ said, directing me to a photo a few steps to the left.
“Much better!” he said with a mischievous grin.
And there it was. A recent picture of AJ, huge and shredded, his lips pursed in animated, arrogant fashion as he hit a front lat spread and pulled up the straps of his obscenely shiny, lime green trunks. Not just any picture, either. The exact same picture from his Facebook profile I’d wanked off to just two weeks before. Fuck! I blushed as I remembered this fact.
A dozen questions went through my head. I wanted to ask AJ if he’d set out to buy the shiniest, brightest and nastiest posing trunks he could find. I wanted to ask him exactly why he occasionally pulled the straps of those very trunks up. And I wanted to ask him what it was like to compete. To stand on stage, huge and jacked, caked in tan and showing off his superhuman slabs of muscle mass. I wanted to ask him all of those questions that had been racing through my head as I’d been watching that video of Blaine Holton in a guest posing spot two weeks before, about half an hour before I’d bumped into AJ in the meat aisle of my local supermarket.
But I couldn’t. The words just wouldn’t come out. And so I reverted to the cheeky, humorous banter we’d been indulging in all week over Facebook. “What would happen if you turned up to a shift at Tesco’s wearing those?”
AJ released a short, sharp laugh.
“I’ll tell you what, mate. When you’re a shredded muscle freak, we’ll both go into Tesco’s wearing just our posing trunks and we’ll see what happens!”
I grinned. “Hmmm. Deal!”
I looked at AJ in that moment, both of us giddily grinning at each other. I just wanted to reach out, wrap my arm around him, bring my face to his and kiss him, before burying my head in his shoulders and just sinking my body into his.
I knew that no such thing was ever going to happen, but I couldn’t help it. Something twisted in my stomach in that moment. I knew I couldn’t stop the feelings I was having for AJ, nor did I even want to. I could no longer deny it to myself. I was falling hard for AJ Jones.
“Hehe! We can get you a hoodie!” Then he sent the emoji with the big, teeth bearing grin.
“I’m thinking blue? To match your posing trunks when you get them!”
I was dreamily gazing into my phone and grinning like crazy when my mum walked in the room.
“Oooh, I’d love to get hold of your phone to see who you keep talking to!”
Usually I’d have rolled my eyes at this, but for some reason, my mum wasn’t annoying me as much as she usually did. I’d been finding it hard to get annoyed or feel negatively about anything since I’d rekindled my friendship with AJ.
“I’m just surprised you didn’t go out last Friday!” my mum said.
Eddie had been busy all weekend but we’d been texting each other and he was keen to meet up again soon. There had been one specific occasion when my phone had pinged. I’d excitedly picked it up expecting to see a message from AJ and got a kick to the stomach when I saw it was a text from Eddie instead. Which was so fucked up. A nice, handsome, gay guy was texting me and I felt nothing but disappointment that it wasn’t a Facebook message from a straight bodybuilder that I’d normally go gooey eyed over.
“When’s that Naomi coming back, then?” my mum asked. That Naomi! My mum always talked about Naomi as if she was a bad influence. Granted, we were prone to going a little over the top when we went out drinking together, but I didn’t exactly need much encouragement.
I smirked and shook my head. “The weekend after next!”
My mum groaned. “And I suppose you’ll be out boozing in town?”
“Ummm … yes?”
“Oh great!” she replied. “As usual, I won’t be able to sleep until you’re home.”
I groaned. It was kind of sweet that my mum worried about me so much, but also pretty ridiculous considering how old I was. And the fact that I was out all the time when I was down in London. And when I went to visit Naomi at university in Brighton.
“I don’t ask you to stay up worrying about me. I don’t think dad will be doing that!”
“Oh, he definitely won’t! He probably won’t even notice you’ve gone out.”
I don’t think my dad knew what I was doing or where I even was half of the time. He definitely didn’t seem to care half as much as my mother. Not in a bad way. He was just a lot more chilled out than she was. He pretty much just let me get on with things. I sometimes wished my mum was more like him.
My phone pinged. AJ had sent me another message. My heart filled with excitement, as it always did when AJ messaged me. I couldn’t open it in front my mother. I didn’t want my face to give away anything more that it already had.
“So, when are you next gym’ing it?”
I presumed the gym in question was the one at the Little Denton Leisure Centre. We hadn’t discussed the possibility of going to Scorpio’s again. I had been wondering whether to take the plunge and suggest going myself, but I didn’t want to overstep my mark. Or worse, make AJ feel like he was obliged to take me again even if he didn’t really want to, no matter how much I was itching to see him again. But was there a possibility I was going to get another invite?
I messaged AJ back. “I was thinking of going tomorrow.”
“Well I’m going to Scorpio’s again on Tuesday if you fancy it? But I must warn you, it’s leg day!”
My heart leapt and an almost overwhelming happiness surged through me. I was going to see AJ again. YAY!
I typed a message. “I’d love to!” But that seemed too eager, so I erased it and wrote another.
“Sounds good! Leg day though? GULP!”
“Hehe! You’ll be fine. Once you’ve regained the use of your legs in about one week’s time.”
“Double fucking GULP!”
“HAHA! See you Tuesday, matie!”
Then three dots appeared but quickly vanished. Like he was writing something else but changed his mind at the last minute. And all I could think about for the rest of the day were those dots. What had AJ wanted to say to me, but didn’t quite have the nerve?
My second trip to Scorpio’s with AJ was a lot like my second date with Eddie. There were no nerves, no doubts. Everything felt easy, relaxed and fun. Apart from the actual leg training, of course.
We joked again about our potential bodybuilding nicknames, and AJ, once again, teased me about overcoming my stage shyness and wearing blue posing trunks (fuck!), which embarrassed and excited me every single time.
He looked his usual gorgeous self too, in his bright red “Scorpio’s Gym” hoodie, and a black vest which outrageously had the words “BEAST MODE” (FUCKING HELL!) written on the front and, although slightly baggier than his green khaki one, still brilliantly showed off his stupidly hot, crazily developed upper body.
6’3 muscle monster Mark Green wasn’t in the gym on this occasion, but there were still a few big lads in there. One particular guy had been unnecessarily noisy with his training. Grunting and groaning loudly with every rep. It was the most incredible fucking turn on. A genuine muscle bull grunting and growling as he pumped up his muscles, all in an attempt to become an ever bigger muscle monster. Fuck yeah! AJ had called him a “noisy bugger” but I got the distinct impression that, much like me, he very much approved of his behaviour.
Up until that day, most of my conversations with AJ had been light and fun. Banter about me being a potential future bodybuilder, picking nicknames, buying trunks and getting posing tips from Mark Green or reminiscing about stupid, funny stuff that happened at school. None of our conversations had been particularly deep or serious, but on the drive home from our monster leg training session, convinced that I probably wouldn’t, as AJ had predicted, be able to walk for the following week, that was about to change.
“So, how was the sixth form?” It was funny, but I couldn’t help thinking that there was a very slight hint of nerves in AJ’s voice as he asked me the question. He seemed a little nervous in general. Though I wasn’t really sure why.
“Erm … it wasn’t too bad, actually. I mean, the work was hard, but it felt a lot more relaxed. The teachers were a bit more formal with us,” I replied.
AJ nodded. “I wasn’t sure whether you were gonna stay on, actually!” AJ said, surprising me. He seemed a bit more relaxed, but I could still hear a slight nervousness in his voice. Maybe I was just imagining it.
“Well … just, after all that shit you got in Year 11!”
My stomach twisted, but oddly, I felt a pinch of excitement too. AJ was referring to me being outed to the whole school by my then supposed best friend, Reece Miller. It was the first time the subject of me being gay had come up in conversation. Maybe that was why AJ was so nervous? I couldn’t imagine him having many gay friends so maybe he just wasn’t used to discussing such things.
“Hmmm. Yeah, but most of that stuff didn’t really bother me, though! I mean, the stuff the lads used to do, like holding their arses if I was walking behind them, or quickly putting their backs to the wall. God! It was so fucking childish and pathetic! It made me wanna kill myself!”
AJ’s mouth curled into this big, adorable grin. It was almost as if he was impressed by my attitude and what I was saying. “You handled it really well!” he said.
My heart seemed to stop beating. Just for a second. What the fuck?! I couldn’t believe that AJ had even noticed. Or had paid any kind of attention to me at that point. Me being outed in year 11 had happened years after we’d drifted apart. Had AJ still cared about me at that point, even though we weren’t friends and didn’t even speak to each other? My chest expanded and I couldn’t help smiling at the prospect that he had.
AJ caught my expression and gave me this coy little grin in return, while gently biting his lip. It was like he knew what I was thinking. And what the reason behind my smile was.
“I think I was more pissed off at that little shit, Reece!” I told AJ.
“Ugh! I never liked him,” AJ said, surprising me again. “I always just thought he was a bit of an inferior version of me!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. More further evidence to back up the theory that AJ still cared about me long after we’d been friends. I had always assumed him hadn’t thought about me much at all, but I had clearly been wrong. I loved what AJ had said about Reece. It almost sounded like he’d been jealous of him. I was literally melting into the passenger seat of his car.
“He was gay too, though, right?” AJ asked.
I scoffed. “Ummm … YES! I’ve seen pictures of him on Facebook. He’s camp as fuck now!” I informed AJ. “It’s funny, you two were about the same size and height at school. And he’s still a scrawny little fucker, and you’re now practically a monster!”
AJ howled and grinning wildly in response. “Well when you’re a monster too, mate, you can send him a picture on Facebook and be like, “Remember me? Your old best friend you royally fucked over? Well, look at me fucking NOW!”
I grinned in response. “Hmmm. It’s kinda funny though. When all that stuff happened and everyone was talking about me. Well … I don’t know if this is gonna sound really fucked up, but … I kinda liked the attention!” I confessed, completely surprising myself. I don’t think I’d ever actually admitted that to anyone before. Not even Naomi.
AJ was grinning like mad. “Hmmm. Liking attention.” He then shook his head. “Nope. I can’t relate to that!” And then we both laughed and grinned at each other again.
I was feeling brave. “I kinda wish we’d stay friends,” I said, blushing slightly.
“Yeah. That was kinda my fault wasn’t it?” he said.
A small part of me wanted to tell him that yes, actually it was. Maybe the thirteen year old in me who was gutted that one of his best friend’s decided he wasn’t good enough for him anymore and fucked off to hang around with a bunch of much cooler and more masculine lads?
“Hmmm. It happens though, doesn’t it? People just grow apart. I think we lasted pretty well to be friends for as long as we did!”
“Remember our sleepovers?” AJ asked. “They were legendary!”
I grinned. “We used to stay up for as long we could watching TV.”
“What was that one cartoon we used to watch? The really bonkers one with the two friends?” AJ asked. “God. What was it called?”
I grinned. I knew exactly what TV programme AJ was talking about. “Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug!”
“YES!! That was awesome!” AJ replied.
“Did you know it has, like, a huge cult following? There’s a forum on the Internet where people discuss the best episodes to watch when you’re stoned!”
“No way!” AJ exclaimed. “Actually, yeah. I reckon it would be good to watch when you’re stoned! Have you tried it?”
“No,” I said, laughing. “I would, though.”
“We should do it!”
FUCK! The very idea of me and AJ doing any such thing excited me more than I could care to admit.
“Sounds like fun!” I replied, my heart fluttering.
“Man, I really wanna watch an episode of Dom and Cole now!” he exclaimed. I never thought that AJ would be the type to get all nostalgic about old cartoons he watched when he was a kid. It was so fucking cute.
“I actually went through a phase of watching it not long ago!” I informed him.
“Really?!” AJ said, grinning. “That’s awesome!”
“Yep! It’s on Netflix.”
“No way!” AJ said, surprised. “OK, what are you doing right now?”
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
My heart started to pound. “Erm … nothing!” I replied.
“OK, you’re coming to mine and we’re watching Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug!”
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!
“Ummm … OK!” I nervously replied. My head was fucking spinning. AJ Jones was inviting me to his house to watch Netflix. Was this really happening? The idea of it seemed to send my whole body into a state of excitement. Me and AJ, sat side by side, watching TV in an intimate setting. Fuck!
“Awesome!” AJ said. He was grinning uncontrollably. The most gorgeous and adorable grin. He clearly couldn’t wait to watch an episode of a show he used to love so much. Or maybe it was the idea of the two of us watching it together like we did when we were younger? Of recreating a childhood ritual with an old school friend? Whatever the reason, he could barely stop smiling for the rest of the car journey.
“Is your mum still with Andy?” I knew they were because I’d spotted his motorbike the week before when AJ had driven us to Scorpio’s the first time.
AJ laughed. “Yeah, mate. They got married a few years ago!”
“Awww!” I said. I hadn’t expected it, but I felt a warm, fuzzy feeling at the news that AJ’s mum and Andy had gotten married.
It was so bizarre. AJ lived in a completely different house to the one I used to visit when I was younger, but it had the exact same smell as the old one. I hadn’t thought about that smell for years. I was suddenly twelve years old again, having a sleepover at my mate, AJ Jones’ house.
“Mum!” AJ called.
For some reason my stomach twisted in knots at the prospect of seeing AJ’s mum for the first time in years. And then she appeared. It was so weird. A complete blast from the past. She looked almost exactly the same as I’d remembered. Just a little greyer.
“Remember Noah from school?”
“Of course I remember Noah!” she said. AJ’s mum had one of those smiles that seemed to fill up half of her face.
“How have you been, Noah?”
Oh fine, Mrs J. I’ve mostly just been perving over your son’s indecently huge, outrageously muscular body and spending every waking moment thinking about how much I wanna kiss him, touch him and cuddle up to him. Oh, and by the way, your now husband, Andy, was solely responsible for about 80% of my teenage wanks. Ker-SPLAT!
“Erm … good thanks!” I replied, still slightly nervous. I always seemed to get that way around people from my past who I hadn’t seen for years. I guess I worried that the newer me wasn’t what they were expecting. That they thought I’d turn out better than I had.
“AJ said you’d been hanging out. How’s your mum, Noah?”
It felt rude to groan. “Yeah, she’s fine. Same old!”
“Still a legend, then!” AJ said.
Oh God. Like all of my school friends, AJ thought my mum was awesome. Probably because she always made them laugh by embarrassing me so much in front of them. I felt annoyed by AJ’s reaction, but also strangely proud. Like, “Go, mum!”
“I hope AJ’s not getting you into all this bodybuilding stuff?” she asked.
The word sounded so strange coming from her lips. She wasn’t exactly the type of person you’d expect to hear it from. The right side of AJ’s mouth curled into a mischievous grin in response to his mum’s question. “Yep! I’m turning Noah into a shredded freak!”
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
I blushed furiously. Mrs Jones shook her head. “First I have to put up with Andy, then my son gets into it!”
Poor Mrs Jones. Surrounded by lads who just wanna get huge and shredded.
“Yeah, you’ve only got yourself to blame. Shacking up with a bodybuilder when I was an impressionable teenager!” AJ teased.
It was weird to see that version of AJ. The version his mum sees. He was still cheeky and funny. Just, more restrained. And a little more well behaved. His mum didn’t seem to annoy him like mine did, either. Despite her comments, I got the impression Mrs Jones didn’t really interfere or disapprove of what AJ was doing all that much. She always had seemed really easy going. Maybe that’s where AJ got it from?
As I followed AJ up the stairs I could barely wipe the smile from my face. I still couldn’t believe what was happening. I didn’t know what was more responsible for the warm, dizzy feeling surging through me. The fact that I was back in AJ Jones’ house, or the fact I was following the huge, gorgeous, competitive bodybuilder I’d fallen head over heels for to his bedroom.
The first thing that hit me when I entered AJ’s bedroom was the pungent smell. Masculine, boyish and insanely fucking sexy. I was turned on instantly. As I’d imagined, there were pictures of shredded bodybuilders in competition on the blue walls, which were doing nothing to tame my raging hard on. All of the bodybuilders were famous pros, apart from a picture of AJ himself, on stage and flexing out a crab most muscular with his eyes jammed shut and his tongue sticking out in the most outrageous fashion.
I don’t know why I loved the fact that he had a picture of himself on the wall. It was so cocky, but just so typically AJ. I also couldn’t help feeling a rush at the discovery that many of AJ’s favourite bodybuilders were also mine. Including, apparently, Blaine Holton. The bodybuilder in the video I’d been watching the morning I’d bumped into him at Tesco. Thank God I had my backpack to hold in front of me to hide my erection.
“Sit down, mate!”
Fuck! Still buzzing, I perched on the edge of AJ’s double bed. I recognised the blue duvet from the picture he’d sent me of his lime green posing trunks. A pair of trunks which were no doubt tucked away somewhere in this very room. I suddenly had an image of myself frantically rummaging through his chest of drawers when he went to the toilet to try and find them. Not that I actually would.
AJ had picked up his TV remote and was navigating through Netflix. “I can’t believe I’m about to watch Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug! I used to love this show so much. It is on here. Oh my God!”
It was so fucking adorable how excited AJ was about seeing an old cartoon he used to love. Though pretty much everyone our age loved and got excited at the mention of this childhood classic.
“Budge up, future shredded muscle freak!”
As I manoeuvred to the left side of the bed, and AJ plonked himself down next to me, I could barely wipe the smile off my face. I would never have imagined that simply sitting next to someone on their bed would give me such a rush of excitement. But then I also never imagined I’d be sitting on the bed of a painfully gorgeous competitive bodybuilder like AJ.
To the left of me, I had the likes of Blaine Holton and Chris “Freaky” Jackson, inhuman muscle monsters flexing in competition on AJ’s wall (FUCK) and to my right, I had the boy I was fast becoming infatuated with, and attracted to more than anyone else I’d met in real life; an actual bodybuilder (DOUBLE FUCKING FUCK).
AJ looked over at me in that moment and I felt like my heart had actually stopped beating for a moment because he clearly caught me grinning. I panicked, but then his mouth curled into the most adorable little grin in response. It was almost as if AJ was enjoying our encounter as much as I was, which was surely next to fucking impossible. But while AJ was clearly just enjoying hanging out with an old school friend he used to have sleepovers with, I was feeling happy for entirely different reasons.
“Oh my God! I remember this one!” AJ exclaimed as the episode
“Is this the one with the rabbits who can’t stop partying?”
“YES!” AJ exclaimed. “I loved this episode!”
I couldn’t believe how close my body was to AJ’s. Just sitting next to him on his bed was so mind bogglingly erotic. His huge thighs just inches away from mine and his enormous shoulders close to my regular sized ones as we were both propped up against his wall. My knees were bent. I didn’t dare put my legs down because he would have seen my huge hard on poking out of my trackies.
When the episode had almost finished, AJ caught me looking at the assorted pictures of hardcore bodybuilders on his wall.
“Is it really bad that I’ve got a picture of myself on my wall?” AJ asked.
“Hmmm. It’s a bit cocky. But I can’t say I’m exactly surprised!” I cheekily replied.
AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “So, which of those guys impresses you the most?”
Oh God. My heart started pounding and I suddenly felt nervous.
“Other than that cocky little fucker in the lime green posers?” AJ cheekily added.
I grinned. “Ummm …” I began nervously. “This guy looks pretty awesome!” I said, blushing and pointing to the picture of Blaine Holton.
AJ beamed. “Hell yeah! That’s Blaine Holton! He’s a fucking MONSTER! Abs like bricks. Massive pecs.”
FUCK! My hard on was juddering furiously listening to AJ describe one of my favourite muscle freaks in such an incredibly hot manner.
“His glutes are huge too!”
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!
“Sorry! Glutes are the muscles in your arse!” he said with a devilish grin.
As if I didn’t bloody know!
“He’s got that bubble look which I love! Like his muscle’s really POP?”
You’re fucking killing me here!
“I think I’ve got that a bit,” he added. And he really fucking had!
I really wanted to reply and share some of the many, many thoughts that were racing through my head on the selection of muscle bulls on AJ’s bedroom wall, but I just didn’t have the nerve.
“OK, check out this guy’s biceps!” AJ said pointing to famous pro bodybuilder, Chris “Freaky Peaks” Jackson.
I blushed furiously. I was so fucking nervous and I hated it. “Wow!” was all I could muster.
“They’re INSANE! Imagine having biceps like that?” And then he made this deep, growling noise. Like an actual, “GRRRR!” which caused pre-cum to seep out into my boxers. Fuck, fuck, FUCK.
“You’d be too shy to flex ‘em,” he said, teasingly, as he looked at me with the most adorable little smile.
His joke gave me some much needed confidence.
“Hmmm. What’s this guy doing on your wall, though? I don’t think he’s gonna be winning any competitions any time soon!” I said, pointing to the picture of AJ cranking out a crab most muscular.
“Cheeky fucker!” AJ reached round, grabbed the pillow he was propped up against and playfully hit me with it on my legs.
“Why’s he sticking his tongue out?” I added.
“Cause he’s a cocky little shit. And he thinks he’s a lot bigger than he is!” AJ playfully replied.
“Hmmm. I dunno. He looks pretty big to me!”
As soon as I said it I blushed, but AJ looked at me with this gorgeous, dizzy little grin. I wanted to melt. Amazingly, it felt like something was happening between us. Something way more than just two friends sharing a moment. And then I told myself that it wasn’t. Of course it fucking wasn’t.
“Shall we watch another episode?” he asked.
AJ reached for the remote. As we sat watching another episode of “Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug”, it felt like my whole body was buzzing. I would have given anything to shift down the bed, move just a few inches closer to AJ, wrap my arm around his waist and bury my head in the bright red material of his “Scorpio’s Gym” hoodie. Resting my head and sinking my face into his indecently pumped chest as he cuddled me and kissed me on the head. I wanted it so much my heart almost ached.
But this was good enough. Just being here with AJ. In fact, I couldn’t believe how happy it made me just to be with him, sharing this moment, laughing along to our favourite childhood TV programme. Sharing all these moments that I knew I wouldn’t be able to forget. There was literally no where on Earth I would have rather been in that moment, and I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had felt that way. Who would have thought that one single trip to Tesco would have led me to that?