tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80504134440950797052024-03-17T19:19:25.669+00:00MUSCLE ADDICTS INCA blog for admirers of ridiculously huge, outrageously freaky, insanely shredded bodybuilders, muscle monsters, freaks and beasts!muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.comBlogger600125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-32361569747486351672019-07-20T15:19:00.002+01:002019-07-27T11:04:57.961+01:00MUSCLE UNIVERSITY AND AJ & NOAH FAN ARTHey, addicts. It's been a while! I've been busy working on my second novel length story and the follow up to "<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/08/muscle-fiction-story-aj-noah-part-1.html" target="_blank">AJ & Noah</a>" and it's finally ready to be shared.<br />
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It's called "Muscle University" and follows Woody (real name Sebastian Wood); a handsome, sassy, self assured (some might say cocky) bodybuilder with a cheeky Instagram persona. Woody attends Montgomery University of Bodybuilding & Fitness, the only school in the world dedicated to turning it's students into pro bodybuilders, where lessons include Posing Practice 101 (only posing trunks required!), Anatomy & Aesthetics and A History of Bodybuilding.<br />
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I'm sharing the story over on the Muscle Growth forums <a href="https://muscle-growth.org/topic/18196-muscle-university/" target="_blank">here</a> (it's a bit too much to post in multiple places). It has a different feel to "AJ & Noah" but there are some similarities. There's quite a few references/Easter eggs to that story too.<br />
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My friend Reeddune is also working on some illustrations for it. And on that subject, I've been sent not one, but two AMAZING "AJ & Noah" illustrations (or "fan art" as they've described them) which you can see below! The first is by a guy called Alexendre86 (more on his <a href="http://alexendre86.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Tumblr</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/alexendre86" target="_blank">Twitter</a>, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/alexendre86/" target="_blank">Instagram</a> and <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/alexendre86" target="_blank">DeviantArt</a> pages) and the second is by a guy who goes by the name of Brawnygods who so far has a <a href="https://brawnygods.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Tumblr</a> and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/brawnygods/" target="_blank">Instagram</a>.<br />
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muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-1033719168788584432018-12-15T16:32:00.003+00:002018-12-29T11:45:11.800+00:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 14)OK, this is it...the final chapter of "AJ & Noah"! <br />
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So before I started this story I had my doubts as to whether people would like it because of all the non-muscle element to the story, but I have been absolutely blown away by all the amazing feedback I've received, though admittedly most of that has been on the Muscle Growth forums rather than on here.<br />
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To hear people telling me things like they're emotionally invested with the characters and that the story has really touched them has just been amazing. And has just made this the best experience of writing and sharing a story I've had.<br />
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my favourite thing I've ever written and at the risk of sounding cheesy,
I feel like this is the kind of story I've always wanted to write, but never really knew if I could.<br />
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Below are links to all the previous parts of the story, or if you want to read the whole thing on the Muscle Growth forums you can check out the thread <a href="https://muscle-growth.org/topic/15655-aj-noah/" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/08/muscle-fiction-story-aj-noah-part-1.html" target="_blank">MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 1)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/09/muscle-fiction-story-aj-noah-part-2.html" target="_blank">MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 2)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/09/muscle-fiction-story-aj-noah-part-3.html" target="_blank">MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 3)</a> <br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/09/muscle-fiction-story-aj-noah-part-4.html" target="_blank">MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 4)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/09/muscle-fiction-story-aj-noah-part-5.html" target="_blank">MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 5)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/10/muscle-fiction-story-aj-noah-part-6.html" target="_blank">MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 6)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/10/muscle-fiction-story-aj-noah-part-7.html" target="_blank">MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 7)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/10/muscle-fiction-story-aj-noah-part-8.html" target="_blank">MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 8)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/10/muscle-fiction-story-aj-noah-part-9.html" target="_blank">MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 9)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/11/muscle-fiction-story-aj-noah-part-10.html" target="_blank">MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 10)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/11/muscle-fiction-story-aj-noah-part-11.html" target="_blank">MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 11)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/12/muscle-fiction-story-aj-noah-part-12.html" target="_blank">MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 12)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/12/muscle-fiction-story-aj-noah-part-13.html" target="_blank">MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 13) </a><br />
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So here goes. The very last chapter (though it's a bit of a lengthy one). How's it all going to end?!<br />
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<b>Thirty Eight</b></div>
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I lay on the guy’s bed with my legs up. I just really wanted him to fuck me in that moment. I’d met him in the club a few hours earlier. The last of a number of one night stands and casual fucks during my first term back at university. He pushed himself inside of me. <i>Fucking hell. This is gonna hurt tomorrow,</i> I thought.<br />
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He fucked me for a little while and then collapsed on the bed. I was kind of relieved. And then I suddenly just wanted to get the hell out of his flat. Wherever it was. Hove, apparently. A fair walk from Naomi’s place, but it was doable. <br />
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He offered to call me a taxi and pay for it. I told him I was okay to walk but he insisted. But when I was putting on my shoes he made a snide comment about paying for the taxi in a sarcastic manner. And I just thought, <i>why offer and insist if you’re then gonna be a fucking prick about it?!</i><br />
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I collapsed on Naomi’s bed when I got back to hers. I was an absolute mess. I hadn’t planned on taking anything the night before, but one of Naomi’s flatmates had put a pill in the palm of my hand in the club and I hadn’t been able to resist.<br />
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“My arse hurts!” I said.<br />
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She grinned at me. “Serves you right for being a slag!” she joked. “Your behaviour last night. Poor Richard!”<br />
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I groaned and sunk my head into the pillow. Richard was a guy I was sort of seeing. He wasn’t my usual type at all. 6’2, slim built and camp as tits. In other words, the complete opposite of AJ Jones.<br />
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It was the last thing I’d been looking for after what had happened with AJ in the summer, but I’d pulled him in a club down here in Brighton one night and afterwards he’d wanted to see me again. And then again after that time. He definitely didn’t give me butterflies, but he was a nice guy, so I’d just sort of gone along with it.<br />
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He’d come out with us the previous night and had actually used the words, “Do you want to be with me?” I’d then kissed that other guy in front of him and ended up going back to his. It wasn’t my proudest moment, I’ll admit. I guess I just kind of freaked out. Because the last person I’d been involved with had broken my heart and it had almost killed me. There was another reason too, of course. I tried not to let myself think about it, but even though I hadn’t seen or heard from him for months, what I’d felt for AJ Jones in the summer was very much still there.<br />
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I felt bad about what I’d done to Richard. I thought about texting him and apologising, but what would I say? Sorry for getting off with another guy and then going home with him right after you asked me if I wanted to be with you? Sorry for leading you on when I’m still secretly in love with a junior competitive bodybuilder who lives two hundred miles away? Sorry for being an absolute fucking dick to you because a guy you never met broke my heart four months ago? <br />
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“My dad will be here in, like, two hours!” Naomi said. I groaned again. Naomi’s dad was coming to pick us up and drive us back home to Little Denton for the Christmas holidays. <br />
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As I thought about the day ahead, a sick feeling churned in my stomach. It wasn’t at the thought of being driven halfway across the country by Naomi’s dad on no sleep and still feeling trashed. It was the thought of being back in Little Denton. I hadn’t been back home since the term had started. <br />
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When I hadn’t been at my lectures, a lot of that term had been spent with Naomi in Brighton. I guess I’d found it easier to be around someone who knew the scale of what had happened. Sure, I’d told most of my uni friends in London about AJ. That I’d bumped into an old school friend. That we’d fallen for each other and ended up being boyfriends. That he’d messed about with another guy and begged for forgiveness, then went to Ibiza, completely cut me off and told me he wanted to end it. <br />
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And they told me they were sorry and that it sounded like I was better off without him and all of the things you’re expected to say to someone in that situation. But none of them knew AJ. None of them saw what I was like with him. None of them knew how much I was in love with him. To the point where I didn’t think I’d ever love anyone as much again.<br />
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But Naomi knew. Even if she never saw us when we were properly together. Never saw that version of me. She knew what I’d been through. She knew in those months that had followed that I was going through hell. Feeling the lowest I ever had. This feeling of sadness running through everything I did. <br />
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And she didn’t judge me when I drank too much and acted out. When I’d bought guys back to her house to shag then turned cold and frosty with them when I’d sobered up the next morning and spent the rest of the day feeling sad. Or when we’d been having a good night out but I’d randomly returned from the toilets of a club with a red, blotchy face because I’d started thinking about AJ and it had all got too much and I needed to leave. She worried about me, obviously, but she understood everything. Mostly she was just there. Like best friends should be.<br />
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I’d forgotten how much I’d missed my family until I was home and my mum was kissing me on the cheek. “Oooh, here is. The stranger!” she said pointedly, but she was smiling and happy to see me. <br />
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My mum studied my face and gave me a suspicious look. I knew I looked a mess from the night before. <br />
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“You look … tired,” she said. Then she sighed and gently shook her head. “God knows what you and that Naomi get up to down there!” I rolled my eyes in response but I couldn’t help but smirk. Mum never changes. <br />
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“Yo, bro!” My sister, Kayleigh, who was also home for Christmas, gave me a hug. “Wow! You look like shit!” she said.<br />
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“Charming!” I replied. My sister was one of those people who didn’t have a filter. She basically just said whatever came into her head, regardless of whether it might cause offence. I’d often wondered how two people with the same parents could be as different from each other as me and Kayleigh were. <br />
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As nice as it was to see my family, I couldn’t wait to collapse on my bed in the bedroom I’d grown up in. It really did feel nice to be back. Whatever few bad memories I had associated with that room from the end of the summer, I think I’d always love it. It felt like one of the few places in the world where I truly felt safe. I had felt that way about AJ Jones’ bedroom once too.<br />
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As Little Cat jumped on my bed and curled into the back of my legs, I thought about that one afternoon in the summer when AJ was here, lying on my bed. His gorgeous, smiling face an inch away from mine, his ridiculously muscular body squashed up against me, his huge biceps bulging out of his blue, Tesco polo shirt. That was the day my mum had come home unexpectedly and I’d had no choice but to re-introduce him to her. Awkwardness aside, I had been so happy that day. Me and AJ in our own little bubble. I never imagined it would burst so easily.<br />
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And then I start thinking about another occasion; sitting on this very bed and crying into my pillow after getting that text from AJ telling me that it was over. <br />
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I never replied to that message. I thought about it. That night, the next few days and a dozen days after that. I thought about all the different ways I could have responded, and all the different things I could have said.<br />
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I thought about getting angry. Calling him a coward for ignoring me. Letting him know how hurt I was. Accusing him of not really caring about me. Reminding him that what we had was so special and that I couldn’t believe he was just throwing it all away.<br />
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I thought about being understanding. Telling him that I knew why he’d done what he had. That it was probably for the best that we ended it now and that I hoped one day we might be able to be friends again, even though I knew that that could never happen.<br />
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And sometimes I thought about fighting. Telling him that I wasn’t going to let him end things that easily. Telling him that we could make it work. That I could forgive him for messing about with another guy. That what we had was too special to give up. Doing whatever I could to change his mind. To make sure that I didn’t let him go like I’d let him go before.<br />
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But I couldn’t bring myself to do any of those things. Much like when AJ had hurt me when he’d messed about that guy, Dale, I had closed down to him. That imaginary wall between us had gone up again. And honestly, I just felt like giving up. I couldn’t be hurt anymore by AJ Jones. So I deactivated my Facebook profile. I hid away in my room for the last few weeks of the summer with only Little Cat for company. I stayed away from the leisure centre and Tesco. And any other place that AJ Jones might be. <br />
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Much like I had on numerous occasions over the previous few months, I then found myself wondering what AJ had been up to since the summer, and what he was doing now. Did he still work at Tesco? Maybe he was now a full time personal trainer at the Little Denton Leisure Centre? Or even a trainer at one of the bigger gyms in town? Did he go out on the gay scene? Had he met any guys off any dating apps? Did he have a whole new set of gay drinking buddies? Was he now boyfriends with the hottest muscle guy in town, me just a distant memory? <br />
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The more my mind started to wander with possibilities, the less I wanted to know. Maybe it was better to remember AJ as he was the last time I’d seen him. Sorry and hurt for what he’d done with Dale. Asking me for forgiveness. Gripping me tight with his ridiculous arms and sinking his head into my neck near the front door of his house before he left to go to Ibiza for a week.<br />
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Me and my family had a tradition. Every Christmas Eve we’d go and visit my grandparents on my mum’s side. Sleeping in my bed at my parent’s house the previous night had given me the best night’s sleep in months. Apparently though, I need more.<br />
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I woke up in the back of my dad’s car, my mum twisting her neck and looking at me with this amused, affectionate grin. And my sister also looking at me. Giving me with cheeky grin and rubbing my cheek with her finger. “Awww! The baby’s awake!” she said, in a cutesy voice.<br />
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Then even my fucking dad looked around with a big, cheesy grin on his face, also clearly amused that I’d fallen asleep in the back of the car. Jesus fucking CHRIST! I seriously couldn’t do anything without my whole family making a massive fuss of it. I rolled my eyes. I was annoyed. But, I don’t know, truthfully, I kind of liked it. In that moment, still half asleep, I felt this overwhelming sense of love for my family.<br />
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The car seemed to be slowing down. And then my stomach suddenly lurched, because I realised where we were and what we were doing. Pulling into the car park at the local Tesco. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, <i>fuck.</i><br />
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“Why are we stopping here?” I asked my parents, anxiously.<br />
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“Three guesses! Your mother needs something!” my dad groaned.<br />
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“Shut up, Keith! Two things I need. I’ll be ten minutes!” <br />
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“We’ve heard <i>that</i> one before!” my dad said.<br />
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“Noah, you can stay here in the car with Kayleigh if you want. We won’t be long!” my mum said as my dad parked the car. <br />
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Still feeling a little groggy from not having long woken up, I didn’t really think about what I did next. I think I even surprised myself. Because I was suddenly undoing my seatbelt and opening the car door. Maybe if I hadn’t fallen asleep, had known in advance that my parents would be stopping there and had been given time to think about what I was going to do, I wouldn’t have gotten out of that car. <br />
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But there I suddenly was, trailing behind my parents and walking into the place where it had all begun. The place I’d been reunited with AJ Jones that Friday afternoon, all those months ago in June. Where I’d found out that one of my old best friends from school had transformed himself into a mini muscle bull of a bodybuilder, with ridiculous biceps, a big, beefy arse and massive tits which strain through the material of his work shirt.<br />
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As we walked passed the big Christmas tree and the people dressed as Santa’s collecting money for charity, my mind started spinning with questions. Did AJ even still work here? And if he did, would he be working on Christmas Eve? And what the hell would I do if I actually ran into him?<br />
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As soon as we walked into the main store, I got my answers to all of those questions. My heart jumped into my throat, and my legs felt like they were going to give up on me. Because standing next to a big display of discounted Quality Street, in the very same blue polo shirt, his arms still ridiculously huge (if not fucking more so!), his tits still straining through the material, his face just as fucking cute and oh-so-gorgeous as before and wearing a red and white fucking Santa’s hat, was the boy who’d broken my heart.<br />
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I couldn’t decide what I wanted more as I looked at AJ Jones for the first time in four months. To turn away from him and run the hell out of the shop, or to run towards him and sink my body into his. And tell him how much I’d missed him. How much I’d thought about him. And how I very much still loved him more anything.<br />
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I knew as soon as AJ had spotted me, because his expression suddenly changed. He looked surprised. He definitely looked nervous. Even a little bit scared.<br />
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I was incredibly nervous myself. But my legs just kept walking towards him. There was nothing I could have done then anyway. He’d seen me. I had no choice but to go up to him. <br />
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My mum had obviously spotted AJ too. “Come on, Keith, let’s go get the sausages!” she said, ushering my dad away. I was both surprised and impressed at how much my mum respected the fact that I wouldn’t want them around in that moment.<br />
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As I approached AJ, his face softened. He still looked really surprised. Almost like he’d seen a ghost. I guess he kind of had. But I could also tell, that even though he was nervous, he was actually pleased to see me.<br />
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“Hey!” he said, nervously.<br />
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“Hi!” I replied, my heart pounding. It was funny. I had always wondered what would happen if I saw him again. I had thought that I might still be pissed off at him and want to start shouting at him for what he did. But standing in front of him again in the flesh, looking at his cute button nose, rosy cheeks and his slightly jug ears sticking out underneath the white fluff of his adorable Santa’s hat, I was filled with this overwhelming feeling of affection. Even though I was nervous as hell, it was so fucking nice to see him. I never would have predicted I’d have felt that way. <br />
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He still smelt exactly the same. That unique, intoxicating, masculine scent I once loved so much. I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed it until that moment.<br />
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“Nice hat!” I said, playfully. AJ rolled his eyes and his mouth broke into a little grin. It was still as gorgeous as ever. <br />
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“Back home for Christmas then?” he asked.<br />
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“Yep!” I replied. <br />
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“Back in boring Little Denton!” AJ said, with a knowing grin. My heart fluttered like crazy. He had said those very words to me the day we’d bumped into each in the meat aisle of this very store. Clearly he’d remembered.<br />
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I realised in that moment how ironic it was that I’d always found Little Denton so boring as a teenager. How I’d been so desperate to move to London at the very first opportunity. And yet, both the most amazing and the most heartbreaking thing had happened to me right here in the place I grew up in.<br />
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“Still working at the leisure centre too?” I asked.<br />
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“Yeah!” he replied. <br />
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“Nothing changes much round here!” I said. AJ had said those words to me that day too. The cute, heart melting grin he was giving me told me he very much remembered that too. <br />
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An elderly woman who’d picked up a tub of the Quality Street from the display and was studying it was suddenly trying to get AJ’s attention. <br />
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“How much are these, love?”<br />
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<i>GAAAHH!! Five fucking pounds! It says it on that big plastic sign in big letters right in front of your bloody eyes.</i><br />
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“Five pounds!” AJ said, cheerily, with a big, warm smile. God. He was still such a little fucking charmer. <br />
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The woman’s mouth then broke into a mischievous little grin as she then placed her hand on AJ’s wrist. “My grandson, Simon! He’s into all this muscle building stuff!” Then she looked at me and gave me a cheeky wink.<br />
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AJ shot me an amused look. “Awesome!” he said to the woman, grinning wildly. I bit my lip and tried not to laugh.<br />
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“I keep saying to him, ‘You’re getting <i>too</i> big, Simon!’ But he won’t listen!” AJ was smiling and nodding and the woman was shaking her head and chuckling to herself. <br />
<br />
As she walked away, me and AJ looked at each other and exchanged amused grins. “Think Simon goes to Scorpio’s?” I asked AJ. And then he made a sound I never expected to hear again. He giggled. One of his cute, little giggles I used to love so much. And God, I wanted so much in that moment to be back where we were in the summer. <br />
<br />
Even after everything that had happened, the chemistry between us was very much still there. Looking at AJ’s cute, smiling face as we exchanged a personal joke, this incredibly warm feeling washed over me. Just for one moment, it felt like nothing had changed between us. And then I remembered that it had, and suddenly my stomach was twisting and my whole body felt heavy. <br />
<br />
A scary looking woman was walking in our direction and glaring at AJ with her eyes narrowed. I’m pretty sure it was the same woman who’d interrupted us when we’d bumped into each other that afternoon in the meat aisle. “AJ!” she said to him, sternly, as she walked passed. <br />
<br />
AJ looked at me and this sudden look of disappointment flickered across his face. “I’d better …,” he said, nodding to the people looking at the Quality Street display.<br />
<br />
My heart dropped. “Yeah!” I said, understanding that I needed to leave him to it. “Good to see you, anyway!” I said, my voice shaking a little.<br />
<br />
“You too! See ya!” he replied, with a look of sadness in his eyes. <br />
<br />
And then it was suddenly over, and I was walking away, not knowing if and when I’d ever see AJ Jones again.<br />
<br />
Christmas Day was pretty much always the same with my family. My nan would come over in the morning. We’d open our presents. My mum would make sausage sandwiches for everyone’s breakfast. We’d probably have a Bailey’s or a Bucks Fizz each not long after that. My mum would say that lunch would be ready by two o’clock. We’d all know it would be more like three o’clock, which my dad would make jokes and sarcastic comments about.<br />
<br />
We’d watch whatever films were on TV in the afternoon while still wearing our paper hats from our Christmas crackers. Probably one of the Harry Potter films for the four-hundredth time and me and Kayleigh would know almost every line of dialogue that was coming next.<br />
<br />
That Christmas was no different. Except for one thing. The whole day I had been thinking about my encounter with AJ Jones. Had been going over it in my head a hundred times. How he still looked the same, apart from his arms, which I could have sworn were slightly bigger than the last time I saw him. The expression on his face when he’d first spotted me. The way his ears had stuck out underneath the white fluff of his cute little Santa’s hat. The way he’d grinned at me like he always had done and given me one his little giggles as we’d laughed and joked at that adorable woman, who’d brilliantly told us about her muscle building grandson, Simon. I had been thinking about the way he’d smelt. And the way he made me feel. The same way he’d made me feel in the summer. And I’d thought about that gut wrenching feeling I’d had when I’d walked away from him. <br />
<br />
It was a few hours after our Christmas dinner that it happened. Harry and Hermione had just used the time turner to save more than one innocent life when I heard my phone ping in my pocket. I took it out, thinking nothing of it, and my heart suddenly felt like it had stopped. Because, for the first time in four months, AJ Jones had sent me a text message.<br />
<br />
I jumped up and shot out of the living room. In the hallway, alone, I looked at the text. AJ had written three words.<br />
<br />
“I miss you.”<br />
<br />
Fuck! My heart was suddenly expanding and filling up my whole chest. I dashed up to my bedroom, closed my door and sat on my bed, smiling and staring at the message. Scared but excited at what had happened, while not knowing what to do or how the hell to respond. And then my phone pinged again. AJ had sent me another text.<br />
<br />
“I miss our Facebook messages.”<br />
<br />
And then he sent another.<br />
<br />
“I miss teasing you about being a future shredded muscle freak.”<br />
<br />
A huge wave of nostalgia swept over me, mixed with an overwhelming feeling of happiness. I grinned wildly into the phone and felt like I was melting into the wall I was leaning my back against.<br />
<br />
“I miss thinking up awesome bodybuilder nicknames with you.”<br />
<br />
I couldn’t believe what was happening. Couldn’t believe what was coming through on my phone. Text after text from AJ Jones.<br />
<br />
“I miss calling you The Cookie Monster.”<br />
<br />
“I miss taking you to Scorpio’s.”<br />
<br />
“I miss watching Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug with you.”<br />
<br />
“I miss lying on my bed with you.”<br />
<br />
And then I was suddenly crying. Staring into my phone in disbelief, as AJ continued to text me, tears running down my cheek.<br />
<br />
“I miss kissing you.”<br />
<br />
“P.S. I promise I’m not drunk!”<br />
<br />
And then I was laughing, while still crying.<br />
<br />
“I miss flexing for you.”<br />
<br />
“I miss seeing your face when I hit a most muscular.”<br />
<br />
And then my dick started to swell in my jeans. I was crying and laughing and getting a bloody hard on. All at fucking once. <br />
<br />
“P.P.S. Really, really, REALLY not drunk!” And then he sent the AJ emoji. I hadn’t used that emoji for months. <br />
<br />
“I miss the way you used to kiss my head every time you cuddled me.”<br />
<br />
“And I miss the way you made me feel.”<br />
<br />
I remembered what he’d text Naomi that afternoon in his bedroom when he’d told her we were together. <i>He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.</i> <br />
<br />
And then another text came through.<br />
<br />
“Things I’ve never felt before.”<br />
<br />
And then the messages stopped. And the tears stopped. And something rose up in my chest and seemed to take over my whole body. <br />
<br />
I knew what I had to do. I didn’t even stop to think about it. There was just one obstacle to overcome first.<br />
<br />
I hovered by the kitchen door. My mum was tidying up while everyone else was sat in the lounge.<br />
<br />
“Mum. Is it okay if I just pop out for a bit?” I cautiously asked.<br />
<br />
She spun around, looking flabbergasted. “What do you mean?! Pop out where?!” she asked. I wasn’t surprised at her reaction. Going out on Christmas Day in our family just wasn’t a done thing.<br />
<br />
I thought about lying to her. Telling her that I was going to see Naomi. Maybe I could spin a lie that I’d forgotten to give her her present. But it didn’t really seem necessary to lie to my mum anymore. Not after what had happened the day I’d found out AJ had cheated on me and she’d put her hand on my leg and sat on my bed. It felt like we’d reached a bit of a turning point that day. I was still a little dubious to let her in on the whole truth though.<br />
<br />
“Just to see someone!” I said, my stomach twisting, a little.<br />
<br />
She narrowed her eyes and looked at me suspiciously. “Let me guess. Someone from school?”<br />
<br />
That was the lie I had spun that night I was going on my first date with Eddie in the summer. Only this time it was true. I blushed a little, but smirked too. My mum knew <i>exactly</i> which friend I was going to see.<br />
<br />
“Don’t be <i>too</i> long! It’s Christmas Day!” she ordered. But both her voice and her expression were soft. And then she gave me this affectionate grin. <br />
<br />
“Thanks, mum!” I said, grinning back.<br />
<br />
Then she playfully rolled her eyes. Which I thought was kind of funny, because it was usually me doing that to her.<br />
<br />
I had always thought that if I was ever stood on AJ’s doorstep again I would be filled with nerves and anxiety. But I wasn’t feeling that at all. Maybe the adrenaline and excitement of what was happening was overriding everything else? Or maybe it was just my sheer single minded determination of what I was doing?<br />
<br />
My heart fluttered as the front door opened. Even before the person behind it was revealed, I knew it was him. He looked so surprised standing in the doorway, his huge body bulging underneath his painted on jeans and the most adorable purple coloured Christmas jumper with a big snowman on it. He was even wearing a little green paper hat from a Christmas cracker.<br />
<br />
“Noah!” he said, with surprise.<br />
<br />
“Hi!” I said, with a nervous grin. AJ bit his lip, but his mouth curled into this big, happy grin. His cheeks were all flushed and rosy.<br />
<br />
“Have you got a thing for Christmas hats?” I asked.<br />
<br />
AJ’s eyes veered up and he suddenly whipped the paper hat off his head in embarrassment, which was so fucking adorable. Then his mouth curled back into a little grin. He no longer had his shaved head. His hair was back to the way it was before, though not as styled and preened as it usually had been. It was more fluffy like it was the day I bumped into him at the gym when he hadn’t expected to see me. It was kind of perfect. <br />
<br />
“Come in!” he said. My insides fluttered as I stepped inside AJ’s house. He closed the door behind me and we were stood close to each other. I wanted to touch him so badly. He had this coy, little grin on his face. It was like he couldn’t stop from smiling. And there they still were after all this time. Those fuck off massive butterflies in my stomach. All one hundred, thousand of them.<br />
<br />
The door to the living room opened and AJ’s mum appeared. “Oh, hello, Noah!” she said, surprised. A look of curiosity crept over her face as she looked at the two of us standing in the hallway together. It was almost as if she knew something was going on. Then her mouth curled into one of her big, warm smiles.<br />
<br />
“This is a nice surprise! Merry Christmas!” she said, leaning forwards and kissing me on the cheek. I could hear Harry Potter coming from the TV in the living room and behind her shoulder I could see Andy sitting down. Apparently even on Christmas Day he wore his black leather biker trousers.<br />
<br />
“Merry Christmas, Mrs Jones!” I said.<br />
<br />
“We’re just gonna go upstairs, mum!” AJ said. <br />
<br />
And then, trailing behind AJ, I felt that all too familiar rush of excitement as we ascended the stairs to his bedroom. <br />
<br />
His room looked exactly the same, apart from one thing. He’d changed the picture he had of himself stuck to his bedroom wall. Gone was the shot of him hitting a crab most muscular in his lime green posers while cheekily sticking his tongue out. And in its place was a picture of him hitting a similar most muscular on stage with his mouth wide open in the shiny pink trunks I’d bought him. It was from the guest posing spot he’d done at the bodybuilding show during the weekend we’d spent in London.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t quite believe where I was standing. That I was actually back in AJ Jones’ bedroom. Stood just a foot away from him as his thick chest bulged through the purple wool material of his cute Christmas jumper. He still looked happy. But nervous too. Even a little unsure.<br />
<br />
I suppose I couldn’t blame him. He’d sent me all those text messages. Opened up to me in the most wonderful and brave way. And I hadn’t responded to any of them. I knew what I had to do. I knew it was my turn to make the next move. <br />
<br />
“Thanks for the texts!” I said, my stomach twinging with nerves.<br />
<br />
AJ’s mouth curled into an adorable, coy grin. I stepped towards him and gently put my hand on his waist, feeling the soft material of his jumper on my skin. And then his muscular body was leaning into mine and his oh-so gorgeous face, with his cute button nose and his rosy cheeks was coming closer. And then my whole body exploded with joy as my lips met his and I was doing the thing that I had longed to do more than anything since the summer had come to an end. I was kissing AJ Jones.<br />
<br />
When we parted lips, we just smiled at each other, our foreheads touching. My hands were gripping his impossibly broad back and his ridiculous arms, which definitely felt bigger than before, were wrapped tightly around me. His scent and incredible mass engulfing me for the first time in four months. <br />
<br />
“Merry Christmas, Arthur-John!” I said.<br />
<br />
AJ’s grin grew wider. “Merry Christmas, future shredded muscle freak.”<br />
<br />
“Is it my imagination, or did you get <i>bigger?</i>” I asked, still squeezing him. <br />
<br />
His grin transformed into a cocky little smirk. “I’m bulking!” he said. My chest fluttered with excitement.<br />
<br />
“I’m competing next year!” he explained, with his eyebrows cheekily raised, knowing exactly what kind of effect those words would have on me. “Wanna help me tan up backstage again?”<br />
<br />
I grinned like crazy. “God yeah!” I exclaimed.<br />
<br />
He grinned back and then it faded. He was then just looking at me with this pensive expression on his face. Like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. He inhaled and exhaled and his huge chest heaved up and down. Almost like he was releasing the last four months of heartache from his body.<br />
<br />
Still wrapped tightly around him, I looked back at him. AJ Jones, the bodybuilder. AJ Jones, the boy I fell in love with. AJ Jones, who broke my heart. If he broke it again, I’m not sure it would mend.<br />
<br />
He nuzzled his face and head into my neck. “I can’t believe you’re actually here!” he said.<br />
<br />
<i>I never really left,</i> I thought. But I didn’t say anything. I just sunk my head into his thick, bull neck and squeezed him tight.<br />
<br />
This time I wouldn’t let him go.<br />
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Just a reminder that I'm doing a top 20 bodybuilders of 2018 list on <a href="https://twitter.com/cjamesauthor" target="_blank">my Twitter page</a> throughout the month. Here's how the list is looking so far...<br />
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#20. Brad Rowe<br />
#19. Adolf Burkhard<br />
#18. Elliot Dermond<br />
#17. Derek Lunsford<br />
#16. Igor Illes<br />
#15. Steve Kuclo<br />
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<b>Thirty Six</b></div>
<br />
I put the key in my front door, praying that my mum wouldn’t catch me coming back home. Because I’m pretty sure she’d be able to tell that I’d been crying. And she’d definitely know that something was wrong. The coast was clear. But as I rushed up the stairs to my room, my mum came out of the kitchen and started saying something to me. I ignored her, shut my bedroom door, threw my switched off phone on the bed settee in the corner of my room that me and AJ used to sleep on during our sleepovers when we were younger and collapsed onto my bed.<br />
<br />
I was no longer angry. All I could feel was like this incredible sadness. It was like a huge black veil had been draped over my world. Curled up facing my wall, I could barely move my head, let alone lift it from the pillow. I felt like I was lying at the bottom of this huge pit, and I had no desire or energy to try and claw my way out. I just wanted to stay there lying in the darkness. <br />
<br />
Not long after lying down I fell asleep. It was the sound of Little Cat crying at my door that eventually woke me up. I let her in and she pounced on my bed, meowing and rubbing up against my legs and eventually curling into me. I had no idea what the time was or how long I’d been asleep for. I didn’t really care. <br />
<br />
I wondered if AJ had tried to call me again. Or had left me any messages. I was almost scared at the prospect of switching my phone back on to see. I just wanted to block everything out. Put everything on pause for a while. But I knew that was impossible, because all of these thoughts were running through my head, and they wouldn’t stop.<br />
<br />
I kept thinking about AJ with Dale, the beautiful, olive skinned muscle guy he’d been with the night before. How Dale had tracked AJ down on Facebook and arranged to come up and go out with him in town while I’d been on my work experience placement in London.<br />
<br />
What had they talked about on Facebook? Had they spoken about me? And what exactly had they done on that night out? Had AJ been comparing Dale to me? Comparing what our bodies looked liked naked? Had Dale done things to AJ that I hadn’t? Made AJ feel a way I couldn’t? <br />
<br />
Even though I hated Dale for what he’d done, on some twisted, fucked up level, I couldn’t really blame him for wanting to track AJ down. It wasn’t every day that a ridiculously gorgeous, junior competitive bodybuilder strolled into a gay pub, bronzed up and bulging out of his tight, white t-shirt. <br />
<br />
Dale, and the two other muscle guys he was with had probably almost fainted when they’d first spotted him. The other two had even tried to entice us back to theirs. Mr Olive Skin had probably had a flash of inspiration when he’d gotten home, jumped on his laptop and found AJ on Facebook. The profile picture of him flexing out a most muscular with his mouth open, shredded and bronzed on stage, sticking out from all of the other AJ’s that had popped up in the search results.<br />
<br />
And as much as I hated Dale, for being rude to me in the pub, for tracking AJ down online, for presumably lying about visiting friends in town, just so he could see AJ again, and telling him that shagging him behind his boyfriend’s back was “no big deal” because, apparently, that’s what gay guys do, like a sneaky fucking cunt, I knew that if it hadn’t been him, it would have been someone else. <br />
<br />
Some other hot muscle guy eager to snap AJ up and steal him away from me, just like I’d predicted would happen the night we were out in London. I just never imagined it would happen this soon. And this easily. While AJ was still very much living in Little Denton. One fucking trip to one gay pub in London and our relationship was fucked.<br />
<br />
I kept thinking about what AJ had said about whatever had happened between the two of them. That he was drunk. That it was “barely anything“. That it hadn’t changed the way he felt about me. I kept thinking about how scared and sorry he’d looked. And maybe he regretted what he’d done with Dale? Maybe it was just nothing more than sex? From the way AJ spoke, I got the feeling that that was the case. <br />
<br />
But if Dale hadn’t made him feel anything, what about the next beautiful muscle guy who pursued and enticed AJ? Or the next guy after that? How long would it take for AJ to fall for someone else the way he’d fallen for me? Someone who was more suited to AJ than I was? A beautiful, A-List gay with a perfect muscle body, and an amazing personality to match. Maybe AJ and I were just never going to last that long? Maybe someone like me could never <i>really</i> be with someone like AJ Jones? Maybe the universe just wouldn’t allow it?<br />
<br />
But above all else, what hurt the most, was not what would happen, but what AJ had already done with Dale. I still wasn’t sure whether AJ was in love with me. I knew his feelings went way beyond anything he’d known. He’d told me that. I remembered his text to Naomi. <i>He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.</i> And yet, he’d still gone behind my back and met Dale. Even if he hadn't planned to do anything, which I’m not sure I entirely believe, he’d still lied to me about who he was going out with. He clearly knew on some level that what he was doing wasn’t right.<br />
<br />
Maybe there was a deeper reason why AJ had done it? Maybe he was scared of his feelings for me? Maybe I’d been too full on the weekend before, worrying about what was going to happen in the future and when I’d gone back to university? Maybe AJ had subconsciously wanted to fuck things up because it was just easier that way? Or maybe he also knew that, deep down, someone like him wasn’t supposed to be with someone like me?<br />
<br />
A gentle knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Noah?” <i>Fuck.</i> My mum cautiously opened the door. “What are you doing?” she asked, gently.<br />
<br />
“I just fell asleep!” I said, irritably.<br />
<br />
“Is everything alright?”<br />
<br />
“YES!” I snapped.<br />
<br />
My mum wasn’t stupid. I was lying on my bed with the light switched off. Of course everything wasn’t alright. I expected her to leave the room, but she wasn’t moving. She was just hovering over the bed looking at me.<br />
<br />
“What?!” I said, lifting my head off the pillow again and looking at her.<br />
<br />
“Do you think I don’t know my own son?” she said, calmly.<br />
<br />
And then she did something I didn’t expect. She put her hand on my leg and for some reason, my eyes watered instantly. I covered my face straight away and did everything I could to hold it in. I couldn’t <i>stand</i> the thought of my mum seeing me cry. I didn’t know why. I think that I wanted my mum to think I was this super strong person. Maybe then she wouldn’t worry about me so much when I wasn’t safe in my bedroom in Little Denton? Because as much as parents want to protect you, they can’t protect you from everything. It’s impossible. They can’t prevent you from meeting people who will hurt you, whether intentionally or not. And they definitely can’t stop you from having your heart broken.<br />
<br />
“I don’t know why you always keep things from me, Noah!” she said, sitting down on the bed next to my legs. <br />
<br />
I groaned, and took my hands away. I knew my face was a bit blotchy, but at least I’d managed to keep most of the tears in. “Because … your my mum! It’s <i>weird</i> talking to you about certain stuff!”<br />
<br />
“Well you don’t have to tell me all the gory details!”<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes. “What do you wanna know?”<br />
<br />
She still look concerned, but her face had softened. I could tell she was excited about what was unfolding. “Have you got a boyfriend?” she asked, with a little smile.<br />
<br />
“Ugh!” I rolled my eyes. “Sort of!” I honestly didn’t know whether I still had a boyfriend or not. <br />
<br />
Her next question surprised me. “Has he done something to upset you?”<br />
<br />
“Yep!” I said, a little frostily.<br />
<br />
“Is it worth arguing over?”<br />
<br />
“YES!” I said, defiantly. <br />
<br />
“Fancy spag bol for tea?” she said. Apparently she’d found out everything she’d wanted.<br />
<br />
“Go on then!” I said.<br />
<br />
She stood up from the bed, and Little Cat lifted her head up and jumped off to follow her. “Try not to wallow too much!” she said, in a light tone.<br />
<br />
My mum clearly didn’t understand the scale of what had happened, but that comment still made me smile a little. In fact, I was feeling considerably better than I had done after the chat with my mum.<br />
<br />
Before she walked out of the room, she paused to ask me one more question. “This boyfriend. It’s AJ isn’t it?”<br />
<br />
I lay my head back on the pillow. I was suddenly too embarrassed to look at her. I didn’t say anything. “I’m gonna take that as a yes!” she said. And just before she walked out, I glanced over and caught her face, which was suddenly wearing this pleased grin. I could barely believe it. I was convinced that my mum hadn’t suspected that something was going on between me and AJ. Clearly I’d been wrong.<br />
<br />
I decided I couldn’t ignore reality for much longer. My stomach clenched tightly as I switched on my phone. It was funny though. I’d been okay with ignoring AJ, but as my phone loaded up, I was suddenly really anxious to find out whether he’d tried to get in touch. As suspected, he had. In fact, he’d sent a series of texts, dating back to two hours before. Right around the time I’d left his house.<br />
<br />
“Noah come back.”<br />
<br />
“I’m sorry! Please talk to me!”<br />
<br />
“Just let me know you’re OK.”<br />
<br />
UGH! I threw my phone on the bed in anger. <i>Of fucking course I’m not OK,</i> I thought. I decided that I wasn’t going to let him know anything. He could just sit there and fucking squirm.<br />
<br />
Ignoring AJ was surprisingly easy, even when he text me the next day to ask if we could talk. I even took a little comfort in knowing that I hadn’t done anything wrong. Knowing it was all him. AJ was the one in the wrong. He was the one who’d fucked up. Even though it hurt like hell. Even though I felt like I’d never be happy again.<br />
<br />
There were moments over the next few days when I questioned what I was doing. Brief occasions where doubt set in and I wondered if there was just the slightest possibility that I was overreacting. I mean, I got it. A lot of gay couples do mess about with other guys. And it’s no big deal as far as they’re concerned.<br />
<br />
And if they’ve chosen to do that, and both parties are happy with the arrangement, then that’s great for them. But for me, I wasn’t sure such a thing would work. I was in love with AJ, so why would I want to be with anyone else? How could the rush of any quick blow job with a random guy in the toilets of a club compare to having sex with the man I knew and loved and worshipped? <br />
<br />
“Oooh, he’s finally come out of his room!” my mum said one afternoon as I was getting a drink from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and said nothing. I really wasn’t in the mood.<br />
<br />
“Can I just ask you a question?” she asked, cautiously.<br />
<br />
<i>UGH! </i><br />
<br />
“What?” I replied.<br />
<br />
“Whatever AJ has done, is it worse than what that Reece Miller did to you at school?”<br />
<br />
I scoffed. “YES!”<br />
<br />
She narrowed her eyes. “Hmmm. Well did AJ say he was sorry?”<br />
<br />
I looked at her in confusion. “Yeah?!” I replied, like that would make any difference.<br />
<br />
“Well, that’s <i>something!</i>” she said.<br />
<br />
What a stupid comment to make. Whether he was sorry or not was completely beside the point. An apology didn’t excuse what he’d done.<br />
<br />
“I’m just saying,” my mum began. “That Reece Miller never apologised for telling everyone at school that you were gay, did he?”<br />
<br />
I could sort of see her point. Reece, who was supposed to be my best friend, fucked me over and felt no remorse. But I’d always kind of known that he was a prick anyway. AJ on the other hand. He was sweet and good hearted and genuinely cared about me. He’d done one bad thing and was sorry for it. To be honest, though, I wasn’t really sure what was worse.<br />
<br />
Over the following days I continued to ignore AJ. I was still so hurt by what he’d done, but as more time passed, I began to miss him. I kept thinking about everything that had happened over the previous few months. Even right up to a week and a half earlier when we’d been in London together. That amazing weekend in London.<br />
<br />
I started to miss being cuddled up to him on his bed. I started to miss our cute, funny Facebook messages. Joking with him about me being a future shredded muscle freak. I started to miss being sat next to him in his car. I started to miss kissing him, the way he made me feel and the person I was when I was with him. Possibly the best version of myself there’s ever been.<br />
<br />
I started wondering how he’d been doing. Imagining his mates at Scorpio’s and his concerned work colleagues at Tesco asking him if he was okay, because he didn’t seem like his usual self. I pictured him lying on his bed feeling down about what had happened. Regretting what he’d done and feeling awful that he’d hurt me. Wondering if and when I was going to reply to his texts. <br />
<br />
And what if all this was just pushing him away? Surely there would be a point where AJ would give up? Where his pride would get the better of him and he’d stop trying to get in contact with me. God, maybe he’d even start texting Dale? Maybe he was doing that already? <br />
<br />
I thought about the conversation I’d had with him in the hotel room in London about giving up on him too easily when we’d stopped being friends all those years ago. Was that what I was doing now?<br />
<br />
There was one thing that I knew I could do to try and attempt to make myself feel better. One thing that had happened over the summer that I could try and put right. So one afternoon, while still ignoring AJ, I sat on my bed, picked up my phone and scrolled to a contact I hadn’t used for a while. Someone who I’d actively, and wrongly, been ignoring for weeks, and composed a text.<br />
<br />
“Hey Eddie. I hope you’re okay. I know I haven’t been in touch for a while and I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry for that. You are such a great guy and we had some really fun nights together but if I’m being completely honest, I met someone else. I didn’t expect it to happen. And it took me by complete surprise. I guess it was just easier to ignore you, which I know was really wrong and (again) I really am sorry for that. I understand if you don’t want to talk to me again, but I thought you deserved an explanation. x”<br />
<br />
As soon I pressed send, this huge wave of relief washed over me. I knew I’d done Eddie wrong, but maybe this would help to make up for it? Or at least make him think that I was a little less of a dick than he probably already did. I kind of had a feeling that Eddie would reply to my text. I wasn’t wrong. Not five minutes after I’d text him, his response came through. <br />
<br />
“Hey Noah. Wow. Good to hear from you. Well I won’t lie, I was pretty gutted when I didn’t hear back from you, but hey, these things happen and I guess we didn’t know each other for that long. But I think you’re a great guy too, and I’m not really surprised that you met someone. I mean, you’re so fucking sweet and endearing. (And handsome too - obviously!) Whoever he is, he’s a lucky guy. I guess you’ll be going back to uni soon, but maybe we can still be friends? x”<br />
<br />
I felt a huge wave of warmth as I looked at Eddie’s text. He really was a great guy. And even though being friends with him seemed like a really nice idea, I had a feeling that that wasn’t going to happen. That once I’d gone back to university, we’d lose touch. Still, I did what was expected and replied to Eddie, thanking him for being so understanding and telling him that I’d really like for us to still be friends. But before I finished composing the reply, Eddie sent though another text, which completely surprised me.<br />
<br />
“Hey again. Can I just ask? The guy you’re seeing. Is it your hot bodybuilder friend AJ?”<br />
<br />
<i>Fuck.</i> I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t help but smile at Eddie’s text. At the cute way he’d described AJ, and also the fact that, just like my mother, Eddie had clearly been able to tell that something had been going on with us. The whole thing also gave me an unexpected buzz, while also making me think, once again, about the boy I’d spent the summer falling in love with.<br />
<br />
It was the sound of something outside my house that initially woke me up that night. Half asleep, and unsure of whether I was dreaming, I ignored it. But then the light from my phone screen lighting up fully woke me up. It was two am and AJ was calling me. No doubt probably drunk. I won’t lie, there was a part of me that felt excited about the fact that he was calling. Just seeing his name on my phone made my insides flutter. <br />
<br />
He hung up, and I put my phone back down beside me. And then it lit up again. AJ had sent me a text message. Two simple words which made my whole body jolt. I was panicked. Surprised. But also kind of excited too.<br />
<br />
“I’m outside.” <br />
<br />
<i>What. The. FUCK?!</i><br />
<br />
And then I heard something hit my bedroom window. And then again. What the fuck was AJ doing? Was he throwing stones at my window? I lay dead still for a moment, my heart thumping.<br />
<br />
And then I suddenly heard my parents stirring from the next room and my dad’s voice and <i>fuck,</i> a panic shot through me.<br />
<br />
I thought about quickly texting AJ to warn him. I guess my pride was very much still in tact at that point, though, because I couldn’t bring myself to do it.<br />
<br />
I heard my parents frantically climbing down the stairs. Shocked and nervous at what was unfolding, I sprung up in bed, and tried to listen to what was happening. I heard my dad confronting AJ and being stern with him. I heard AJ desperately saying “I want to see Noah!” I <i>hated</i> how upset he sounded. I felt like crying. I had never wanted to hear or see AJ upset. I had never wanted anything bad to happen to him ever. <br />
<br />
A part of me judged him for the incident. It was such a reckless thing to do. Coming to my house drunk, throwing stones at my fucking window. But at the same time, I don’t know, there was a part of me that <i>liked</i> it. It was crazy and irresponsible. And so dramatic. But it also felt oddly romantic. Him being so out of his mind and desperate to see me that he came to my house in the middle of the night. It was a like a scene from a film.<br />
<br />
He text me the next morning. <br />
<br />
“Hey. I’m so sorry about last night. I was drunk and I just wanted to see you. I understand if you don’t want to see or talk to me but I fly out to Ibiza tomorrow. I’ll be at home pretty much all day if you want to come round and talk. Tell your parents I’m sorry.”<br />
<br />
I looked at the text on my phone, and something finally broke inside me. I was ready to talk to AJ again.<br />
<br />
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<b>Thirty Seven</b></div>
<br />
I’d never seen AJ looking so nervous than when he opened the door to me in his bright red Scorpio’s Gym hoodie. Not even the first time I ever saw him standing in the playground on his first day at my school. I was still angry at him. And definitely hurt. But I couldn’t deny that seeing him again, for the first time in over a week, made my insides flutter. Despite what AJ had done, he still gave me those fuck off massive butterflies. <br />
<br />
But even though he looked nervous, I very much got the impression that AJ was pleased to see me too. He was covered up, but I could tell from his face and his hands that the bronzed competition tan from almost two weeks had all but faded. His hair was starting to grow back too. As sexy as his shaved head was, I couldn’t deny that I missed his old haircut.<br />
<br />
This horrible, sick feeling churned in my stomach as soon as I walked into AJ’s bedroom. I knew why. I was remembering what had happened the last time I’d been in this very room. I had always loved being in AJ’s bedroom so much. In fact, upon until a week before, it was probably my favourite place in the world. A place I felt safe, even. A place where I could be the boy I loved exactly the way I wanted to be. To kiss him and touch him and do all the things I wanted to show him what he meant to me. But now that place was tainted. Like someone had taken a knife to something I loved and etched a big scar right across it.<br />
<br />
“Are your parents really mad about last night?” AJ asked, as we sat on his bed. My stomach was tightening in knots through nerves. <br />
<br />
I gave a little shrug. “My mum seemed okay this morning. She just sort of gave me this disapproving face. She knows about us by the way.”<br />
<br />
“Really?” AJ asked. He looked surprised, but not worried like I imagined he would have. He even looked a little pleased.<br />
<br />
I nodded. “Nothing gets passed my mum!” <br />
<br />
AJ’s face softened and he smiled a little.<br />
<br />
“How you been doin’?” he asked, suddenly looking nervous again.<br />
<br />
I shrugged. “Pretty shit!” I said honestly.<br />
<br />
AJ looked at me with these sad eyes. “I kept thinking I was gonna see you at the leisure centre. Well, more like hoping!” <br />
<br />
He looked at me with this hopeful, almost desperate look. I melted. Just a little. Then there was silence and everything suddenly felt tense again. I knew this was my chance to get some answers.<br />
<br />
I looked down at my hands. “So why did you do it?” I asked, calmly but solemnly. I only looked up at him once I’d asked the question.<br />
<br />
AJ made a little painful groan and pressed his fingers into his forehead. Like he was beating himself up. “I don’t know,” he said.<br />
<br />
“That’s a shit answer!” I said, still calmly. <br />
<br />
He sighed. “It just sort of happened,” he said, chewing his bottom lip and looking at me with that desperate look again.<br />
<br />
Ugh! I could feel myself getting angry again. Just thinking about AJ with Dale. Beautiful, olive skinned, built like a brick shithouse Dale. But I needed to know more. My mind wouldn’t rest until I did.<br />
<br />
“Did he come on to you?” I said, less calmly.<br />
<br />
AJ nodded. “Back at his mates house after the club.”<br />
<br />
And there it was again. That sick feeling churning in my stomach. “Why did you even go back?” I asked.<br />
<br />
AJ shrugged. “Well, he lived in town. It was cheaper and easier than getting a taxi home, I guess.”<br />
<br />
“Did you want something to happen?” I asked, suddenly feeling like I might start to cry.<br />
<br />
“No!” AJ said, defiantly. “I mean I could sort of tell he fancied me. I mean, I think <i>most</i> of his friends did. But he knew I had a boyfriend. Then his mate went to bed and we were sitting on his settee, and that’s when he came on to me. He took me by surprise. That’s when he told me that it was different for gay guys. That lots of couples in relationships mess about with other guys. So I went along with it, but not for long. I freaked out and told him to stop.”<br />
<br />
I <i>hated</i> the images that were going through my mind. Of AJ being out with Dale and his mates and all of them fawning over him. Of them going back to someone’s place. Of the two of them sitting on his friend’s settee, Dale coming on to him and AJ going along with it. Of them kissing. AJ kissing another guy. And things developing. Dale’s hand being on AJ’s leg. AJ wrapping his arm around Dale’s waist. The two of them touching. Dale sliding off the couch and kneeling down as he undid AJ’s belt buckle. Fuck. I decided in that moment that I didn’t need to know any more details of what had happened between them. It would do nothing but torture me.<br />
<br />
Knowing AJ had freaked out and asked Dale to stop whatever he was doing though was, at least, one small comfort. That was if AJ was telling the truth, of course. I’d never had any reason not to believe him before I read that text message from Dale that day. I wanted to believe that AJ wouldn’t lie to me. But I couldn’t really say that I was certain he wouldn’t.<br />
<br />
I looked away from AJ to his bedroom wall. The picture of Blaine Holton, jacked and huge in competition condition while squeezing out a most muscular pose staring back at me. For some reason, I was finding it hard to look at AJ in that moment. Perhaps it was because I now had an image of him and Mr Olive Skin kissing and fooling around with each other on some settee in a flat in town implanted in my brain. AJ had told him to stop. But he had still done it. Whether he was drunk or not. He’d still wanted to mess about with that beautiful muscle guy. He’d still wanted to be with someone who wasn’t me.<br />
<br />
“There’s one thing I don’t get though,” I said, still looking at Blaine Holton rather than AJ. “You said you didn’t plan to do anything, but you still lied to me about where you were going that night!” I said. I finally looked at AJ. His face just as fucking gorgeous as ever. He didn’t look so nervous anymore, but he still looked distressed.<br />
<br />
He sighed. “The thing is, Noah. This whole gay thing. It’s so new to me. And every time you’ve taken me to a gay place, it’s been so much fun. I mean, that night we were out in London. All the attention I was getting. And then those guys coming up to us. I loved it! And I know they were only talking to me because of the way I looked. But it was still fun!” he explained, shrugging.<br />
<br />
“So when Dale asked me if I wanted to go out in town, I thought, “Yeah, I <i>really</i> wanna go!” It felt exciting. I mean, when you first started going out on the gay scene, seeing guys, having boyfriends, whatever … didn’t you find it really exciting?”<br />
<br />
“Mmmm. Yeah, actually!” I replied honestly. And I really had. Suddenly, what AJ was saying was starting to make sense. I hadn’t considered any of this.<br />
<br />
“And I knew you wouldn’t have liked it if I told you what I was doing. I knew you’d be funny with me. Like you were funny with me that night in London. And I suppose you could have come with me. But … I dunno. I mean, what <i>we</i> have. It’s so fucking amazing. And so special …”<br />
<br />
Fuck! I was starting to melt again.<br />
<br />
“But I think I liked the fact that this felt separate to that? Going out to gay places. Making new friends. And you didn’t exactly look comfortable with Dale and his mates that night. I mean, you said he was a dick to you!”<br />
<br />
I scoffed. Even though what AJ was saying was making sense. Even though I was completely getting it.<br />
<br />
“And it really wasn’t about Dale! I mean, I probably would have gone out with anyone who asked me. You know me, I’ll talk to anyone. Especially when I’m drunk!”<br />
<br />
“I get what you’re saying!” I said, nodding.<br />
<br />
“I was actually kinda hoping to run into that really camp guy who asked to feel my biceps in the toilet that night! He seemed really fun!” he said.<br />
<br />
I felt myself softening. AJ’s mouth started to curl into a little grin. “I was maybe gonna squeeze a most muscular in his face. Just to see his reaction!”<br />
<br />
And that was it. I felt my mouth curling into a smile and I gently shook my head at him. I <i>hated</i> that AJ was making smile. But I also kind of loved it.<br />
<br />
“Oh, and I actually think you were right about Dale!” he said.<br />
<br />
I felt a sharp twist at the mention of that name, but I was excited to see where AJ was heading. I raised an eyebrow at him.<br />
<br />
“I think he is a bit of a prick!” <br />
<br />
My heart fluttered. I furrowed my eyebrows at AJ, curious as to why he’d come to that conclusion, and also a little suspicious that maybe he was just saying what he thought I wanted to hear.<br />
<br />
“I mean, he was alright at first. But then he made some comments about some of the people in the pub. Like, <i>really</i> mean things about the way they looked.”<br />
<br />
Ugh! I scoffed. “Sounds about right!” I said.<br />
<br />
“And he was just so … <i>arrogant!</i>”<br />
<br />
“Well, I could have told you that!” I said to him, feeling myself starting to smile again.<br />
<br />
“I’ve known less arrogant bodybuilders giving it attitude on stage! Even Blaine Holton’s not that arrogant! And he’s about three times as big. And twice as hot!”<br />
<br />
I smirked, but something twisted in my stomach. So he <i>had</i> thought Dale was hot? And then I remembered that when I’d first spotted him, before he’d been a prick to me, before he messed about with my fucking boyfriend, I had thought he was hot too. Whether he was a prick or not, he was a beautiful man. Ugh. I hated that. I wanted to live in a world where good hearted people were beautiful and dicks like Dale were butt fucking ugly.<br />
<br />
“He’s been texting me too!” AJ said.<br />
<br />
Fuck. I felt myself tensing up again. That was something I did <i>not</i> want to hear. I shook my head gently and turned my head away from AJ again. <br />
<br />
“I’ve ignored every single one. I think he’s got the message.”<br />
<br />
And then I softened, while thinking, <i>Ha! Fuck you, Dale, you fucking prick.</i> I cautiously looked back at AJ, who was biting his bottom lip and looking at me with this hopeful expression. Like he wanted me to just give in and say that all was forgiven.<br />
<br />
“But you still messed about with him!” I said, calmly.<br />
<br />
“I know!” he groaned. And he suddenly looked sad again.<br />
<br />
Something came to me in that moment. What AJ had said about the whole gay thing being new and exciting to him, maybe that wasn’t just limited to going out on the gay scene? Maybe having sex with other guys was as equally exciting to AJ? After all, I was only the second guy he’d ever been with. Maybe <i>that</i> was the real reason he’d messed about with Dale?<br />
<br />
“So is that what you want?” I asked AJ, cautiously.<br />
<br />
“What?” he asked me, clearly confused.<br />
<br />
I shrugged. “To mess about with other guys. An open relationship type of thing?” I said, looking down at my hands.<br />
<br />
“NO!” he said, earnestly. “I don’t!” <br />
<br />
I looked up at AJ. He looked so sincere. I was softening again. Here’s the thing. I <i>did</i> believe him. But I wasn’t quite convinced that what happened that night wouldn’t happen again. One night when I was back at uni, completely unaware that AJ was meeting some guy off the Internet, maybe an Eddie type, just as a friend, but getting a bit tipsy and something happening between them.<br />
<br />
“I really wanna touch you, but the last time I did that you almost kicked me in the face!” AJ said, playfully.<br />
<br />
And that <i>really</i> made me smile. There was no hiding it, either. I shook my head and looked up at the ceiling, annoyed with myself that he was making me laugh.<br />
<br />
“Don’t mess with Noah Cook!” he said, cheekily. He shuffled his foot along the bed to mine and wrapped his toes over mine and fuck, I melted. I tilted my head back against the bedroom wall, giving in, letting AJ touch me. <br />
<br />
“Are we okay?” he asked. I closed my eyes. I <i>wanted</i> to forgive AJ. So much. But everything still hurt so badly.<br />
<br />
I looked at him. He was looking at me with these pleading eyes. And then something happened which I hadn’t expected. He shut his eyes tightly and screwed up his face and whimpered. AJ was starting to cry, and desperately trying to hold it back. Fuck. And seeing AJ hurt, I suddenly wanted to cry too. I hated seeing him upset.<br />
<br />
I didn’t even think about what I did next. I shuffled over to him and placed my arm around his shoulders and AJ wrapped his arm around my waist and buried his head into my chest, letting out a few whimpers, still trying to hold it back. <br />
<br />
I squeezed him tightly and buried my face into the top of his head. It felt like ages since I’d touched him in that way. Even though it had been less than a week. In spite of what he’d done and how he’d hurt me, I just wanted to protect and comfort him in that moment. As a boyfriend. As a friend. As someone who just cared about him.<br />
<br />
“I hate that I hurt you!” he said to me, his face still buried in my chest. “I’ve been going crazy!” <br />
<br />
While I’d been feeling heartbroken that week, AJ had clearly been going through his own type of personal hell. I realised something in that moment, as I gripped onto AJ tightly. Something I think I’d always known. That, ironically, despite having more than a few extra pounds of muscle than me, despite being physically stronger and bigger than me, and the majority of twenty year olds for that matter, emotionally, I was the stronger one out of the two of us. I think I always had been.<br />
<br />
We stayed like that for a little while. Just holding each other on his bed and not talking. We didn’t say much else for the remainder of the time I was there. <br />
<br />
“Did you get your suit sorted for the wedding?” I asked AJ, as I stood in his hallway next to the front door.<br />
<br />
He groaned and rolled his eyes. “Yes! That was a fucking nightmare! It’s way too long in the arms.”<br />
<br />
I smiled at him gently. “Shouldn’t be such a monster then!” I joked. AJ gave me a warm grin but his eyes were still sad. I wondered whether he was going to try and kiss me before I left, but he didn’t. We just gave each other a prolonged hug at the door and I told him I’d see him when he got back from Ibiza. <br />
<br />
It almost felt like a relief when AJ was on holiday. Knowing that things were on a temporary pause. I didn’t contact him and he didn’t contact me. Neither did I expect him to. It still hurt me. What had happened. What he’d done. But what AJ had said in his bedroom that day had made so much sense. About going out with Dale because the gay scene was new and exciting. And even though I had had my doubts at the time, in retrospect, I believed what he’d said about not planning to mess about with Dale. About him coming on to AJ and him freaking out about it and asking Dale to stop. I knew he was telling the truth. And even though it still killed me, even though I hated the fact that he’d done something with another guy, I hoped that I would be able to forgive him. Even though it would probably take a little time.<br />
<br />
I had thought about the day that AJ got back from his holiday in Ibiza weeks before it had happened. When everything was still so good between AJ and I. I’d imagined how happy I would feel on that day. How much I would have missed him. And how excited I would be at the prospect of seeing him again after a week apart from each other.<br />
<br />
When that day actually arrived, I felt none of those things. Instead, I felt nervous. Anxious, even. Because AJ being back in Little Denton meant having to face up to the reality of what was going to happen next between us. Having to find out whether we could make things work. <br />
<br />
After what had happened over the previous few weeks, it was hard to know whether it was my turn to make the first move, or AJ’s. I kept wondering whether I should text him, while wondering whether he’d text <i>me.</i> By the end of the day, none of those things happened.<br />
<br />
By the end of the second day, when I’d still not heard from AJ, I was starting to get this horrible feeling that something wasn’t right. So I composed a text. “Hey. How was the holiday?” I hovered my finger over the send button, wondering whether I should press it. <i>Fuck it,</i> I thought. And the text was sent.<br />
<br />
Nothing came back. Not half an hour later. Not an hour later. Not even a day later. And that awful, sick feeling in my stomach only got worse. It was funny, because I had been fine before I had sent that text message (I guess that’s called having your head in the sand). But once I’d reached out to AJ and he wasn’t responding, suddenly I was incredibly anxious and eager to hear from him.<br />
<br />
I text him again the next day, asking if everything was okay. When nothing came back then, either, it was abundantly clear what was going on. AJ was ignoring me. <br />
<br />
I couldn’t believe it. After everything that had happened. After he’d messed about with that prick. Lied to me. Hurt me. After he’d spent a week desperately trying to get in touch with me. Coming to my house in the middle of the fucking night. After he’d explained everything to me in his bedroom and tried to get me to forgive him. Cried in front of me. After I’d held him in my arms, he was now doing <i>this</i>. Just ignoring me. Not facing up to me, or his feelings. Like an absolute fucking coward.<br />
<br />
What had changed since I’d left his house the week before? Was it because he’d cried in front of me? Or it some kind of payback for me ignoring him that week? Was it just one huge pride thing? Or had something happened in Ibiza? Had he messed about <i>another</i> beautiful muscle guy? God, with another girl, even? Had he realised the past few months with me had just been one massive mistake and he no longer wanted to be with me, or any other guy for that matter? Or had he just come to the conclusion that me and him just weren’t meant to be? Still, whatever it was, I deserved to know. It was completely unfair for him to do this to me. <br />
<br />
Something inside of me snapped. I gave AJ one more day to respond to me. When nothing came back, I sent him another text. <br />
<br />
“AJ. What’s going on? I’m not playing this stupid fucking game with you. I’m coming round to see you.”<br />
<br />
It was time for me to take action again, just as I’d done that day in AJ’s bedroom when I’d confronted him about his drunken messages after that night out with Naomi and Eddie, where he’d all but confessed he had feelings for me.<br />
<br />
I had no idea whether AJ would be in, but when his house was in sight and I saw that his car was missing, I got my answer. His mum’s car was in the drive though. I had to see her, so that AJ knew my text had not just been an empty threat. So that he knew I wasn’t going to let him get away with treating me this way.<br />
<br />
I was nervous when I rang the doorbell and my heart was racing, but something was overriding those nerves. It wasn’t so much anger. More just sheer determination. <br />
<br />
His mum answered the door. “Oh, hello, Noah!” She was smiling at me, but she looked a little weirded out. She could obviously sense that something wasn’t right. Suddenly the nerves had taken over my determination. “Is AJ home?” I asked, meekly.<br />
<br />
“He’s at the gym, love,” Mrs Jones informed me, looking at me with this confused and concerned expression.<br />
<br />
AJ probably hadn’t even seen my text. “Oh.” I suddenly felt really awkward. “I’ll just text him later!” I said, suddenly desperate to get away.<br />
<br />
“I’ll tell him you came by,” she said. “Bye, Noah.” She gave me one of her warm smiles. This one didn’t fill up quite as much of her face as it normally did, though.<br />
<br />
I walked away from AJ’s house. I probably should have felt deflated. But I didn’t. Somehow, I knew I’d done enough.<br />
<br />
It was about an hour later, when I was sitting on my bed at home, that AJ Jones finally text me back.<br />
<br />
“I’m sorry, Noah. I can’t do this anymore. I had a lot of time to think in Ibiza. I hate that I hurt you so much. I know I fucked up. I could tell from last week when you came round that things weren’t going to be the same with us. I think it’s better in the long run if we just end things now. It probably wouldn’t have worked with you being in London anyway and I don’t wanna risk hurting you again. I’m sorry. This is killing me. AJ x”.<br />
<br />
I threw my phone down on the mattress and picked up my pillow, wrapping it tightly around my face as I cried into it. I don’t really know why I hid my face. It was like I didn’t want anyone to see me cry, even though there was no one else was in the room. I remember thinking that it was one of those moments I’d never forget. Like a scene from a film that sticks in your mind long after the end credits roll.<br />
<br />
But it’s funny, because I also remember thinking how there was a strange sort of beauty about the whole thing. In breaking down. In letting go. In feeling like my heart was breaking over and over again.<br />
<br />muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-80460354110308322452018-12-02T10:36:00.006+00:002018-12-07T18:38:27.379+00:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 12)<b>"I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. How I couldn’t envision being with anyone else. Had absolutely no interest in it. Not even a quick, meaningless fumble with a fit muscle guy in a blue t-shirt in a gay pub and his hot muscle daddy boyfriend. I wanted to tell him that my body was his. And how much I worshipped him. Every single part of him. But it all just felt too big to say."</b><br />
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OK, guys, here goes with part 12 of "AJ & Noah"! I'm not gong to say too much about this one. There's not a *huge* amount of the story left after this part so enjoy it while it lasts!<br />
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On another note, I'm doing a top 20 bodybuilders of 2018 list throughout December over on <a href="https://twitter.com/cjamesauthor" target="_blank">my Twitter page</a> if you fancy checking it out. So far Brad Rowe has taken the #20 spot and Adolf Burkhard is in 19th place!<br />
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<b>Thirty Four</b></div>
<br />
“I wonder what would have happened if we’d have stayed friends at school?” I asked AJ. <br />
<br />
I was wrapped around him on the hotel bed, my head resting on his chest, his right arm wrapped tightly around me and his left hand holding mine as they rested on his abs. <br />
<br />
My whole body looked absurdly pale next to his bronzed skin. Somewhere on the hotel room floor lay both AJ’s pink posing trunks and the lime green ones he’d let me wear. Maybe the straps of both pairs were intertwined with each other, the posers almost sharing their own little snuggle like me and AJ were.<br />
<br />
“Like, do you think we would have still ended up together?” I added.<br />
<br />
I looked up at AJ. He had this little grin on his face but was looking pensive too. “Mmmm! I hope we would’ve!” he said.<br />
<br />
“We could have been boyfriends for years!” I replied. <br />
<br />
AJ dreamily grinned at me. “You could have been there for my very first bodybuilding show!” he said.<br />
<br />
“Oh yeah! I wouldn’t have let you wear those awful black posing trunks either!” <br />
<br />
AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “Hmmmm. Who knows, maybe we wouldn’t have ended up like this if we had?” AJ suggested. “Maybe we had to stop being friends so all this could happen?”<br />
<br />
My heart fluttered. “I like that theory!” I said, squeezing his hand with mine. <br />
<br />
I turned my face down again, resting my cheek against one of AJ’s pecs. “You know when we stopped being friends? I thought a few times afterwards whether I could have done more!” I said, not facing him.<br />
<br />
“Awwww!” AJ replied, burying his face in the top of my head and giving it a soft kiss. “I think it was just one of those things!” he said. “Friends just drifting apart!” <br />
<br />
<i>You drifting apart from me, </i>I thought.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. I dunno. Sometimes I think I let you go too easily,” I said. I don’t think I’d ever said that to anyone before. He gripped my hand tighter and squeezed.<br />
<br />
We stayed cuddling in silence for a little while after that, just enjoying being wrapped around each other, until AJ finally spoke. “Mmmm. What time is it?” <br />
<br />
“Erm … not sure. Probably about seven?” I said. <br />
<br />
“I’m fucking starving!” AJ said. “I’d usually be eating cheat meals after a competition! Shall we go out?”<br />
<br />
For some reason, a voice in my head shouted, “NO!” I couldn’t explain it, but it was so clear.<br />
<br />
“Or we could just stay here all night in bed?” I suggested, looking up at him and grinning.<br />
<br />
AJ cheekily grinned back at me. “Let’s go out!” he said. <br />
<br />
I still didn’t know why I’d wanted to stay in when I was sat opposite AJ at a table in a cosy little corner of an Italian restaurant somewhere around Covent Garden. As it had been before, being in public with AJ felt like such an incredible rush. As was just being with him in the city, away from Little Denton. Doing things other than going to Scorpio’s or watching Dom and Cole in his bedroom, not having to worry about whether we could do stuff because his mum and Andy were home. <br />
<br />
AJ was bursting out of a white t-shirt. His bronzed arms, face and neck contrasting ridiculously with the white material. I still couldn’t believe how much of a proper bodybuilder he looked. I’m sure my cock had been hard more often than it hadn’t that day.<br />
<br />
The tips of our trainers were touching under the table. I could have just stayed there sitting across from him and looking at his gorgeous face all night. Our relationship had definitely reached new heights after what had happened at the hotel. I still couldn’t quite believe what we’d done. That AJ had been able to do what he did and it had bought me such intense, mind blowing pleasure. I wondered if the buzz I was feeling was ever going to end.<br />
<br />
“So, what do you think of London?” I asked him. <br />
<br />
“It’s mental!” AJ exclaimed. I grinned in response. “There’s just … people everywhere!” It was kind of adorable seeing AJ’s eyes opening up to something new. He seemed so innocent in that moment. It was so fucking endearing.<br />
<br />
“You seem different here, too!” AJ said, surprising me. <br />
<br />
I furrowed my eyebrows. “How?!” I asked, curious and excited at his response.<br />
<br />
AJ grinned and shrugged. “I dunno! Just … a bit more grown up I guess!”<br />
<br />
I had never really thought about it before then, but I guess I was a slightly different version of myself when I was in London, away from my family and Little Denton, where I didn’t have my mother worrying about me. Quizzing me about where I was going and who I was going out with. <br />
<br />
I had so much freedom when I was in London. There were so many things I could do. So many different places to go. Sometimes I wanted it all so much. And yet, on the other hand, there had been so many times in the two years since I’d left for university when all I’d really wanted was to be back at home in Little Denton. Texting Naomi in my bedroom and wanking off to huge, shredded bodybuilders on my laptop.<br />
<br />
“Is that a good thing?” I asked AJ, curiously. I think I knew the answer.<br />
<br />
He gave me an adorable, loving grin. “Any version of you is good!” he replied.<br />
<br />
I melted and sheepishly smiled back at him. I’m sure I probably blushed a little too. Before I could reply we were approached by the waitress bringing us our pizzas. She had this conspicuous little smirk on her face when she looked at AJ. I could tell she thought he was hot.<br />
<br />
“Looks like you’ve got <i>another</i> admirer!” I said to him as she walked away.<br />
<br />
AJ playfully sighed. “The downfall of being a sexy fucker! Everyone wants me!”<br />
<br />
I laughed and playfully shook my head. “If you start bouncing your pecs again like you did on the tube I’m walking out!”<br />
<br />
AJ beamed. “Yeah right! You loved it!”<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes and smirked. AJ picked up his knife and fork. Straightening up his back, he cleared his throat loudly and proceeded to bounce his pecs underneath his white t-shirt.<br />
<br />
I shook my head and grinned like mad. “I don’t see you going anywhere!” he cheekily said, as he goofily grinned at me.<br />
<br />
“I can’t believe how hard that guy on the tube was staring at you! He wasn’t even <i>trying</i> to be subtle!” I said to AJ.<br />
<br />
AJ cheekily grinned. “Does everyone down here have a thing for shredded muscle freaks?”<br />
<br />
A question suddenly came into my head. My stomach clenched a little at the thought of asking it. Normally I wouldn’t have, but there was something about that evening, what had happened at the hotel earlier, and just being away from Little Denton with AJ that was giving me a sense of bravery.<br />
<br />
“Do you think you could you see yourself living down here?” I asked AJ, my stomach suddenly twisting.<br />
<br />
AJ immediately screwed his face up. “Hmmm. Nah! I don’t think it’s for me!” he said shaking his head.<br />
<br />
Fuuuuck! It felt like someone had kicked me in the fucking stomach. I actually couldn’t quite believe he’d responded that way. Given me such a resounding no. And so thoughtlessly. What the fuck did AJ expect me to do once I’d graduated university? Move back to Little Denton and get a job in Tesco? I knew we hadn’t discussed what would happen that far into the future, but surely AJ had thought about it? If only just a little? <br />
<br />
What was also bad was that he didn’t even seem to register my disappointment. At least not at first. Once I’d been quiet for a little while he asked me if I was okay and I assured him I was. Perhaps foolishly. Maybe I should have just bought up the subject there and then, but I didn’t want it to seem like I was overacting. And I definitely didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere or the night. Even though AJ had kind of done that already. So I tried to convince myself I was being stupid and tried to put it out of my mind. Apparently not very successfully.<br />
<br />
“You sure you’re okay?” AJ asked me as we walked out of the restaurant and headed towards Soho. We’d agreed to go to a bar, even though a huge part of me just wanted to go back to the hotel and fall asleep as fast as I could. In hope that when I woke up the next morning I would have snapped out of the mood AJ had put me in and forgotten all about his comment about not wanting to move to London.<br />
<br />
“Yeah!” I reassured him, perhaps unconvincingly. <br />
<br />
AJ narrowed his eyes. “You’ve gone quiet on me! I didn’t hurt you earlier did I?”<br />
<br />
The question took me by surprise. I knew what he meant. Somehow I just didn’t expect him to ask me that. It was so considerate and sweet.<br />
<br />
“No!” I assured him, sheepishly grinning at him and suddenly wanting to melt into him. Or at least hold his hand again like we’d done earlier on the way to the hotel.<br />
<br />
“Good! I was a bit worried!” he said, biting his lip and grinning at me.<br />
<br />
I wanted to tell him that no, he hadn’t hurt me. That what we’d done had been the single most pleasurable experience I’d ever had, and I couldn’t wait for him to be inside me again. That was the point that I managed to shrug off the earlier incident. What may or may not happen in the future suddenly didn’t seem so relevant. <br />
<br />
AJ had requested I take him to one of the pubs I go to. I didn’t have the energy to face one of the bars where the younger guys go so I opted for one I knew of with an older crowd.<br />
<br />
I knew that AJ was going to turn a few heads, but I wasn’t quite prepared for just how much attention he received. Jesus! It felt like practically everyone in the bar was staring at us. It probably didn’t help that I’d bought him to one of the cruisiest pubs in Soho. A fact I’d suddenly remembered once we were in there. I’d always received my fair share of attention whenever I’d been in that pub. So of fucking <i>course</i> everyone was staring at and checking out the huge, bronzed, painfully gorgeous bodybuilder bulging out of his tight, white t-shirt.<br />
<br />
Even the insanely fit barman who served us was gawping at AJ. “I thought you said no one cares in London?” AJ said with a smug grin, as we found a spot to stand and I explained to him what cruisy meant, enjoying the fact that AJ was so innocent about such things.<br />
<br />
It was interesting, because on that night in the bar back home where AJ and his mate had joined me, Eddie and Naomi, I’d loved seeing the attention he’d received. On that night, however, it was making me feel uncomfortable. Even a little anxious that so much attention was coming in our direction. <br />
<br />
Maybe the reason I was feeling uncomfortable was because AJ and I were now together. He wasn’t just a guy I suspected might, against all odds, be interested in me. He was now my boyfriend, being checked out by an entire bar of guys. But there was something else that was bothering me too. I could tell that it was having an effect on AJ. It wasn’t an environment he’d been in before and from the glint in his eyes, I could tell that he liked it. All of these guys so blatantly checking him out. <br />
<br />
“Those lads over that look pretty beefy!” AJ said, nodding to the corner of the bar. He was giving the same mischievous, wide eyed look he would if he were pointing out a particularly big guy at Scorpio’s who he thought I might fancy.<br />
<br />
I turned and noticed three hot muscle guys looking in our direction. One was about 6’3, built like a brick shithouse, olive skinned and, quite possibly, one of the most beautiful men I’d ever seen in my life. But I could tell there was an arrogance there, even from the other side of the pub, which was an immediate turn off. There was something about the way he was looking at us, almost in judgement, which made my stomach clench. <br />
<br />
The other two guys looked a little more easy going. One was a bit of a daddy. The other probably late twenties, maybe early thirties. Short-ish, good looking, pretty muscular, but no where near the level of the other guy, or the bodybuilder who’d cum inside me just a few hours before. <br />
<br />
I probably should have known that when I left AJ alone to use the toilets, someone would approach him. I would never have predicted that I’d go back to the bar to find the three muscle guys he’d pointed out surrounding him, though.<br />
<br />
I felt nervous approaching them. I knew that these guys weren’t interested in talking to me. That they definitely wouldn’t have approached me if AJ hadn’t been there. It was funny, because even before I was standing with them, I couldn’t help thinking how absurdly comfortable AJ looked with them. Even though he’d only just met them. It was almost like he’d found his people. Hot muscle gays. A private little club I definitely did <i>not</i> belong to. <br />
<br />
“This is Noah!” AJ said, putting his hand on my back. The daddy and the short guy surprised me because they were really warm and friendly. But the other guy, the tall, beautiful, olive skinned guy, who AJ introduced as Dale, barely looked at me. In fact, it was almost as if he made a point of <i>not</i> looking at me. <br />
<br />
And then, a few minutes in, we locked eyes, and I’ll never forget the look he gave me. I don’t think I’d ever really been looked down on before. But that was definitely was this guy had done. An intense feeling of hatred consumed me. There was no question about it. Mr Olive Skin was an absolute fucking dick.<br />
<br />
After ten minutes or so, AJ went to the toilets. The short-ish guy, whose name was Jack, leaned into me. “Where the hell did you find <i>him</i>?” he cheekily asked. I couldn’t help but get a kick out of his reaction to AJ. I explained that we’d been friends at school and had bumped into each other just a few months before. I told how I’d assumed he was straight but we’d spent the summer rekindling our friendship and that we’d ended up getting together just a few weeks before.<br />
<br />
“Awww! That’s kinda sweet!“ Jack, said to me. “Sorry, was it Noah?” he asked. Then he linked his arm with mine and <i>fuck</i>, I definitely felt something. I told him yes. <br />
<br />
“I can see you’ve got a bit of muscle on you. You’re kind of like a muscle man to be!” he said. I couldn’t help but swoon and grin at his compliment. He was so incredibly charming and warm. Plus, he was undeniably sexy, filling out a tight blue t-shirt, with his pecs visibly straining through the material. Next to AJ, he was probably the hottest guy who’d ever chatted to me in a bar. The muscle daddy, who I’d found out was Jack’s boyfriend and who was now talking to another random guy who’d approached us, was pretty fucking sexy too.<br />
<br />
“What are you guys doing after this?” Jack asked me.<br />
<br />
“Erm … nothing,” I said, feeling both nervous and excited at what was unfolding.<br />
<br />
“Do you guys wanna come back to ours?” he asked. <br />
<br />
Had that been proposed to me two months earlier, and to me alone, I wouldn’t have thought twice about saying yes. But that was before AJ had come along.<br />
<br />
“We’ve got coke!” he informed me. <br />
<br />
“Ummm … I’m not sure if AJ is into that!” I replied, even though I was pretty sure that AJ actually would be up for trying it, if he hadn’t already.<br />
<br />
“We don’t have to do that! Whatever you guys wanna do!”<br />
<br />
It was obvious what that meant. Jack and his muscle daddy boyfriend wanted to mess about with the gorgeous, hot bodybuilder who’d waddled into the pub and caused a stir. If that meant his much smaller, non-muscular boyfriend had to come along for the ride too, then so be it. <br />
<br />
I wanted to believe that AJ wouldn’t be into it. But, I honestly couldn’t say for definite that he wouldn’t. It was completely uncharted territory. The idea of having sex with a couple of hot guys we’d met in a pub wasn’t something we’d ever discussed. I knew what I wanted though, and that was to go back to my hotel room and spend the night with the boy I was in love with. Just me and him.<br />
<br />
But something else was suddenly pre-occupying my mind, because Mr Olive Skin had left the group, and I suddenly noticed where he was. Talking to my boyfriend just a few feet away from the entry of the toilets. Whispering in his ear, with his hand placed gently on his shoulder. AJ looking both interested and engaged. Fuck! An unnerving, sick feeling churned in my stomach.<br />
<br />
What the fuck was that prick saying to AJ? And why exactly did it merit him touching his shoulder? My mind was racing as I imagined all the possible things Dale could have been saying to my boyfriend. Informing AJ that there were plenty of gay muscle guys in London. Some of whom he could personally introduce him to. Maybe AJ was starting to see how exciting it would be if he hung around with guys like Jack and Mr Olive Skin? And maybe AJ would start to listen when all of his new hot muscle friends told him that a guy like him could do so much better than a guy like me?<br />
<br />
We left the pub not longer after that, my mind still spiralling with all of those thoughts. Sometimes when I get into a certain mindset, I can’t seem to shift my mood. It was like my brain switched into this dark place with all these negative, anxious thoughts swirling around it. And the only thing I could do was just endure it.<br />
<br />
The worst thing about it was that it affected the atmosphere between me and AJ. For the first time ever, I didn’t feel comfortable with him. It was like there was an awkwardness hanging over us. He didn’t say anything initially, but I knew he felt it too.<br />
<br />
AJ was being uncharacteristically quiet. And then I suddenly thought, what if it had nothing to do with me and my mood? What if it was because of whatever that fucking dick had been saying to him in the pub, whilst his hand had been on his shoulder? I needed to find out what had happened. <br />
<br />
“What did that guy say to you? When you were coming back from the toilets?” I asked AJ. We were walking back to the tube through busy, crowded London.<br />
<br />
“Oh, what Dale?” <br />
<br />
Ugh! I hated the way AJ said his name like he knew him. Like they were friends. <i>FUCK OFF! You only met him an hour ago,</i> I thought. <br />
<br />
“Oh, was that his name?” I asked, pointedly. AJ shot me this weird look. He knew I was being funny with him.<br />
<br />
“He was just telling me about this club where muscle guys go!” <br />
<br />
My stomach churned. I’ll bet he fucking was, I thought. I didn’t respond, but all I could think about on the tube ride back to the hotel was what might happen if AJ did move down to London to be with me.<br />
<br />
What if he did start hanging out with Mr Olive Skin and all of his hot muscle friends? And what if I slowly lost him to those people, just like I’d lost him to the cool kids at school? But, perhaps what was worrying me the most, was what if AJ realised that he could do so much better than me? Be with a guy so much more muscular and sexier than I was? Someone like Dale or Jack or his muscle daddy boyfriend? <br />
<br />
Maybe it was best that AJ stayed in Little Denton. Where people like Mr Olive Skin couldn’t take him away from me.<br />
<br />
Once we were back in the hotel room, my mood lightened a little. The amazing memories of what me and AJ had done earlier in this very room were starting to come back. But I still couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened at the pub. And I still couldn’t seem to get the image of AJ and Mr Olive Skin out of my head. Granted he’d towered over AJ with his tall height, and was at least several years old than us, if not more, but I couldn’t stop thinking that the two of them had looked good together. <br />
<br />
“You know that guy, Jack, asked me if we wanted to go back with him and his boyfriend?” I said, lying on the bed as AJ stood over it and played with the TV remote.<br />
<br />
He furrowed his eyebrows and smirked. “Really?! What, like … a foursome?”<br />
<br />
I nodded. AJ looked surprised but amused. “What, he just came out and asked you?” <br />
<br />
“Pretty much!” I said, nodding and feeling charmed at AJ’s naivety at how forward gay guys could be. I was almost tempted to ask whether he’d have gone for it, but I didn’t think I wanted to know the answer. <br />
<br />
AJ jumped on the bed. He climbed on me and lay flat on top of me, resting his chin on my stomach and looked up at me with intent while making an, “Mmmm,” noise. <br />
<br />
I melted instantly, grinned and put my hands on his back, while feeling his bronzed up mass squashed against my body.<br />
<br />
“What’s wrong?” he asked, with genuine concern.<br />
<br />
The question threw me. “Nothing!” I said, gripping him. <br />
<br />
AJ rolled his eyes. “Liar!”<br />
<br />
I felt sheepish, and reluctant to talk. But I also kind of loved that AJ was concerned. And how sweet he was being.<br />
<br />
“Something’s up. Have I upset you?” AJ asked, looking a little worried.<br />
<br />
“No!” I lied. “I’m just … being stupid!” I told him.<br />
<br />
“Well I’m not moving ‘till you tell me what’s wrong! I’ll go to sleep right here on top of you if I have to!”<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes and sighed, still reluctant to open up.<br />
<br />
“Right then! Night night!” AJ joked. And then he turned his face away from me and placed his cheek on my chest and made a snoring sound, pretending to go to sleep on top of me.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t help grin at what he was doing. “Ooooh, this pillow’s a bit lumpy!” AJ said, wiggling on top of me.<br />
<br />
I giggled, continuing to grip on to him and he looked back up at me with a big, self-satisfied grin on his face. Clearly feeling pleased himself. I loved the fact that we were back to our normal selves. That the uncomfortable awkwardness I’d felt when we’d left the pub had passed.<br />
<br />
“Tell me what’s up!” he gently ordered.<br />
<br />
I sighed. What was I supposed to tell him? I didn’t want to bring up his comment about not wanting to live in London, but AJ clearly wasn’t going to drop the subject. I knew I had to tell him something. Go part way to explain what was bothering me.<br />
<br />
“That guy in the pub was kind of a dick to me!” I said. Mr Olive Skin was playing a big contribution to my mood after all.<br />
<br />
“Which one?!” he said, furrowing his eyebrows.<br />
<br />
“Dale!” I said, rolling my eyes. “Or whatever his name was!” <br />
<br />
AJ looked surprised. “What did he do?”<br />
<br />
I shrugged. “It was just the way he was with me. He was just rude! And he gave me this <i>look</i>!” <br />
<br />
AJ looked at me like I was being overdramatic. I was starting to regret telling AJ how I felt. “Hmmm. He seemed okay to me!”<br />
<br />
Ugh! That pissed me off. I was telling him that someone had been a dick to me. Why wasn’t he taking my word for it? <br />
<br />
“Well he was okay to you!” I said. I knew how that made me sound. Like a crazy, jealous boyfriend.<br />
<br />
AJ’s mouth curled into a little grin. Like he thought I was being cute. “Does it matter though, Noah?” he said, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “He was just some random guy in a bar!” <br />
<br />
<i>Just some random guy,</i> I thought. <i>Who was absurdly good looking. And built like a brick shithouse. And oh yeah, had his hand on your fucking shoulder.</i><br />
<br />
“Anyway, mister, you were funny with me before then!” AJ said.<br />
<br />
Oh God. My stomach twisted. <br />
<br />
“Was it something I said in the Italian?” <br />
<br />
Fuck. AJ clearly wasn’t going to let me get off that easily. Maybe it was time to broach the subject? Tell him the truth of what had initially bothered me? I took a deep breath. <br />
<br />
“It was what you said about London,” I said, nervously. AJ looked at me confused. “How you couldn’t see yourself living here?” I explained.<br />
<br />
He furrowed his eyebrows, but there was something in his expression too. A seriousness that wasn’t there before. Maybe he knew where I was heading.<br />
<br />
“Okay …,” he said, prompting me for a further explanation.<br />
<br />
“It’s just … I dunno. I’m <i>probably</i> gonna end up living here when I finish uni. Especially if I wanna get into publishing!”<br />
<br />
“Yeah, but, that’s not for, like, another year!” he said.<br />
<br />
“I know. I guess, I just think about these things!” I said honestly, feeling more nervous still.<br />
<br />
“Are you saying you’d want me to move to London?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.<br />
<br />
Fuck! “No!” I said, instinctively. “I dunno!” Fuuuuck. What was I saying? My heart was pounding. AJ had a serious look on his face. “I mean … not right <i>now</i>!”<br />
<br />
AJ’s expression softened and he gave me this warm little grin. And I felt a flutter of excitement. There was a part of me that thought it was a crazy notion. The idea of AJ moving to London to be with me. Especially as we hadn’t been together that long. But there was another part of me that couldn’t think of anything more logical. Being as close to the boy I loved as I could.<br />
<br />
The way AJ was looking at me, and what he said next suggested that maybe he didn’t think it wasn’t such a crazy notion either.<br />
<br />
“I mean … I haven’t really thought about it properly!” he said, with a little shrug. I felt a pinch of excitement. “It’s just so different down here! And people don’t stare at me in public as much!” he added, wiggling his eyebrows and cheekily grinning. <br />
<br />
I smiled and rolled my eyes. <br />
<br />
“But, Noah,” he began, suddenly looking serious, “it’s not like you asked me to move here and I said no. And I’ve only been here for, like, half a day!” he reasoned. “I can’t really say whether I<i> might</i> wanna live here in a years time or not!”<br />
<br />
<i>So don’t wait a year,</i> I thought. <i>Come with me when I move back here next month.</i> But that seemed like an even crazier notion. And way too out there to suggest.<br />
<br />
“And I’m not being funny, but you don’t <i>definitely</i> know you’re gonna stay here after uni either!” AJ continued.<br />
<br />
AJ was right, of course. When did he become the voice of reason? “I know!” I said, shaking my head. “I’m being stupid!” <br />
<br />
He gave me this adorable grin and looked at me lovingly. “I guess I’m just worried!” I explained, feeling brave. I didn’t think too much about what I said next. Perhaps if I had, I wouldn’t have said it. <br />
<br />
“Like, I’ll be going back to uni next month. I don’t want things to change.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. That I was being so honest. But I guess I felt like it finally needed to be said. And that felt like the perfect moment.<br />
<br />
Something flickered in AJ’s expression. A look of worry. Sadness, even. “I know. I think about it too!” he confessed. Fuck. My heart fluttered. “But it’s not like I’m going anywhere!” he added.<br />
<br />
<i>But what if, once I’m back in London, you realise you don’t wanna be with me?</i> I thought. <i>What if you sign up to a dating app and meet someone like Eddie just like I did a few months ago? And what if you go to the one of the gay pubs in town and meet another hot muscle guy and realise you wanna be with him instead of your long distance boyfriend you don‘t get to see as much as you’d like?</i><br />
<br />
“I mean, if anyone should be worried it’s me!” AJ exclaimed.<br />
<br />
That completely threw me. “Why?!” I asked, confused.<br />
<br />
“Cause you’ll be down <i>here.</i> Going out! Meeting guys in pubs and getting invited back to theirs! And I’ll be back in Little Denton! Just … waiting ‘till I get to see you again!”<br />
<br />
I couldn’t believe it. I had no idea that AJ had been thinking any of those things. I shook my head and looked at him lovingly, while gently playing with the top of his left, slightly jug ear. <br />
<br />
I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. How I couldn’t envision being with anyone else. Had absolutely no interest in it. Not even a quick, meaningless fumble with a fit muscle guy in a blue t-shirt in a gay pub and his hot muscle daddy boyfriend. I wanted to tell him that my body was his. And how much I worshipped him. Every single part of him. But it all just felt too big to say. <br />
<br />
“Trust me. You’ve got <i>nothing</i> to worry about! You know what you mean to me!” I said, a little sheepishly. <br />
<br />
He dreamily smiled at me, and then leant in to kiss me. I could have stayed there all night just looking at him. Kissing him. Touching him. Feeling him against me. <br />
<br />
I hoped that AJ believed what I’d said. I hoped he knew how much he meant to me. I hoped he knew that I would never intentionally hurt him. And more than anything, I hoped that he was wishing for all of those exact same things from me.<br />
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<b>Thirty Five</b></div>
<br />
“So, what sort of things have you been doing?” Naomi asked me. <br />
<br />
We were sitting in a Chinese restaurant near Soho. I’d done three days of my work experience placement at Third Hill Publishing and Naomi had come up from Brighton for the evening to see me. I proceeded to tell her about all the mostly fun, book related things the guys at the company had got me doing. <br />
<br />
“And are you missing AJ?” she asked, with a teasing grin on her face.<br />
<br />
I grinned and rolled my eyes. “It’s only been three days!” I exclaimed. “Obviously we’ve been texting. And messaging on Facebook!” <br />
<br />
Now that I was actually on my work experience placement in London, I felt a little embarrassed about the fact that I’d been gotten so worked up about being away from AJ for such a short amount of time. Even to the point where I’d considered not going on the work placement in the first place. <br />
<br />
As AJ had rightly predicted, the three days so far had flown by. In another two nights I would be back home in Little Denton and I’d get to see him again. Obviously I was looking forward to it, but as it turned out I actually was able to function without my daily fix of being cuddled by my bodybuilder boyfriend.<br />
<br />
“I better get used to not seeing him anyway when I’m back at uni!” I continued. <br />
<br />
“How often do you think you’ll go back?” Naomi asked.<br />
<br />
I shrugged. “Every weekend. Hopefully!” I said, a little sheepishly.<br />
<br />
“Really? Awwww! That’s so sweet!”<br />
<br />
“And hopefully he’ll come down here some weekends too when he can get it off work!” I said. <br />
<br />
My stomach clenched tightly as I suddenly thought about our night out the weekend before and I pictured Dale, the excruciatingly beautiful muscle guy we’d met in the pub we’d gone to, whispering into AJ’s ear with his hand on his shoulder. <br />
<br />
Maybe I could somehow get barred from every gay pub in London? Severely reducing the risk of AJ attracting the attention of any ridiculously gorgeous, olive skinned muscle men and their hot muscle daddy friends, who try to entice us into orgies back at theirs (not that that proposition had been particularly un-enjoyable). I hadn’t told Naomi anything about that evening yet. Including the discussion we’d had at the hotel afterwards.<br />
<br />
“We actually had a bit of an argument Saturday,” I told her. “Well … I’m not really sure if you’d have called it an <i>argument,</i> as such.”<br />
<br />
“What happened?” Naomi asked, intrigued. <br />
<br />
I sighed. I told her what AJ had said about London. About how he couldn’t see himself living here and how I’d told him it had bothered me so much back at the hotel.<br />
<br />
“Well … I hate to say it, Noah, but I think AJ’s right!” Naomi said. “I don’t think you should be worrying about stuff that’s, like, a year in the future! I mean, he might come down here a few times to visit and decide he really likes it? And like AJ said, you can’t say for definite that you’re gonna stay here when you graduate. I mean, who knows, you might end up getting a job in town back home!”<br />
<br />
I pulled a face. “Doing what?!”<br />
<br />
Naomi shrugged. “I don’t know! But the publishing thing might not work out. Or you might decide you don’t wanna do it?”<br />
<br />
“Mmmm,” I said. I knew Naomi was right, of course. But I’d always pictured myself staying in London after university. This is where most of the jobs I was interested in were. And even though I’d only been on my work experience placement at Third Hill Publishing for a week, I could really see myself working there permanently. Or at least somewhere similar.<br />
<br />
But what if AJ really <i>didn’t</i> want to move to London? What if I had to choose between a job and a career, and ultimately the life I really wanted, or the gorgeous, sweet, funny bodybuilder I’d fallen in love with back in my hometown?<br />
<br />
“You guys will be fine! It’ll work itself out!” Naomi said.<br />
<br />
I wanted to believe she was right, so did my insides feel like they were tightening?<br />
<br />
When I woke up the next morning, for some reason, the last thing I wanted to do was spend the day sitting in an office full of people I barely knew for seven hours. Maybe it was because I’d spoken about him the night before with Naomi, but I suddenly really wanted to be back in Little Denton with AJ. Cuddled up to him on his bed watching an episode of Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug on Netflix in our different coloured Scorpio’s Gym hoodies.<br />
<br />
Sending him a Facebook message on my lunch break was the best I could do.<br />
<br />
“Is it possible to get withdrawal symptoms from cuddling your gorgeous bodybuilder boyfriend?” I sent, with a blushing face emoji.<br />
<br />
It was an agonising fifteen minutes or so until AJ text me back. It was crazy. After all those weeks of exchanging Facebook messages, he still had the power to make my whole body fill with excitement just from sending me a simple reply. <br />
<br />
“Hehe!! You better not start going round that office hugging random, geeky, bookworm boys!”<br />
<br />
I sent him the AJ emoji. “You’re safe! There’s no huggable boys here. I’ve not seen even a hint of a bicep!”<br />
<br />
Three dots appeared then vanished. Then appeared again. It was taking AJ an unusually long amount of time to reply to my message. When it eventually did come through, I wasn’t quite prepared for what that message would say.<br />
<br />
“Hey, I’m going out with some old college mates tomorrow night.”<br />
<br />
FUCK! My heart sank instantly. I was absolutely gutted. I had started to really look forward to seeing AJ again and I’d expected it to be the following night. I’d already pictured going round to his house and being reunited with him a dozen times that morning. I wondered whether I should be mad at him. And then I reasoned no. It was only one more night after all. I never wanted to be the type of boyfriend who would get pissed off at him for going out and doing things without me. <br />
<br />
“Awww! That’s OK!” I messaged. Even though I wasn’t sure if it was.<br />
<br />
Three dots appeared then vanished. What was with all the hesitation? I didn’t like it. Something felt off.<br />
<br />
“Sorry!! Will deffo see you Saturday though!” AJ messaged, with a smiling and blushing face emoji.<br />
<br />
I grinned as I looked at the message. Three dots. AJ was typing something else.<br />
<br />
“I’ll get my new pink posers out!”<br />
<br />
I beamed wildly into my phone screen and pictured AJ in the shiny pink trunks I’d gifted him the Saturday before and my cock began to instantly swell beneath my work trousers.<br />
<br />
“Ummm…FUCK YEAH!” I messaged, with three of the AJ emojis. <br />
<br />
After we’d wrapped up our conversation, I didn’t hear from AJ for the rest of the day, or the following day when I finished my work experience placement and travelled back on the train to Little Denton. It might not have necessarily seemed like cause for concern, but I couldn’t quite shake this nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right.<br />
<br />
That nagging feeling only grew the next day when I text AJ to ask if we were still meeting up and I didn‘t get a reply. I knew there was a strong possibility he was either asleep or severely hungover from his night out with his old college mates. So why did I have a feeling that something else was going on? And worse than that, why did I have this worrying feeling that AJ might be ignoring me? <br />
<br />
It was only when he finally responded to my text, a good couple of hours after I’d sent it, that I started to think that I may have just been being paranoid.<br />
<br />
“Sorry, Cookie!! Bit hungover. ARRGHH!! I’m back home though. Come round!”<br />
<br />
A huge wave of relief washed over me. I suddenly couldn’t stop grinning. Because, after almost a week, I was <i>finally</i> going to get to see AJ again.<br />
<br />
I was oddly nervous standing on his doorstep waiting for him to answer. Probably more so than since that very first time I’d come round to his house and we’d taken our first trip to Scorpio’s. A sudden wave of nostalgia washed over me as I remembered how uncharacteristically nervous AJ had seemed on that occasion. And now I knew why, of course. Because he’d been secretly harbouring feelings for me. <br />
<br />
I think there’s a part of me that will never quite believe that happened. That the old school friend who grew up to be a gorgeous, competitive bodybuilder I’d ran into one day at Tesco and started exchanging cheeky Facebook messages and going to the gym with actually liked me back.<br />
<br />
When the door opened, all of my nerves evaporated. Because, for the first time in almost a week, I was standing in front of that very bodybuilder. Admittedly looking more tired and a little rougher round the edges than usual but giving me that gorgeous little grin which curled from one side of his mouth that I loved so much. <br />
<br />
His insanely developed upper body, still a little bronzed in the sexiest fashion from the previous weekend’s competition tan, was bulging out of a white vest and he was wearing baggy grey shorts. His ridiculously sized round shoulders and the top of his thick plates of pec muscle bulging around the cotton material.<br />
<br />
“Hey, you!” I said.<br />
<br />
“Hi, stranger!” he replied, still grinning, as I walked in his house. As soon as the door was closed, I wrapped my arms around him and went in for a kiss. Fuuuuck. I’d forgotten how good his obscenely muscular body felt against my skin and just how much kissing him made me want to die. Every fucking time.<br />
<br />
When we parted lips, we looked at each other, our bodies still pressed tightly together. AJ was smiling at me, but there was something not quite right about his expression. A strange seriousness that I couldn’t put my finger on it. Maybe nerves. Or maybe just the after effect of his night out. <br />
<br />
“How’s the hangover?” I asked.<br />
<br />
AJ pulled his “eeeek” face and looked sheepish and I just grinned and playing rolled my eyes in response. He usually held my hand on the way up to his bedroom. On that occasion he didn’t. And so, once we were inside his bedroom, I wrapped my fingers with his and he gave me this coy little grin.<br />
<br />
“Glad to be back in Little Denton?” he asked.<br />
<br />
“I am now!” I said, squeezing his hand. “Was last night good, then?” I asked as we sat down on his bed.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. Yeah. It was alright.” His voice was a little distant. It wasn’t just his voice, either. He seemed distant himself. <br />
<br />
“Have you only just got home?” I asked.<br />
<br />
“Yeah. I was at Nathan’s.”<br />
<br />
I didn’t know why, but the atmosphere felt slightly awkward. Sitting on AJ’s bed with him just didn’t feel as comfortable as it usually did. Maybe it was because we’d not seen each other for a week? Maybe it was just because AJ wasn’t feeling one hundred per cent? Whatever the reason, I hated it. I just wanted things to be normal again.<br />
<br />
“Are you hanging really bad?” I asked.<br />
<br />
AJ made a little groaning noise and tipped his head back against his bedroom wall. “Kind of. I’m sorry!” <br />
<br />
I grinned and playfully shook my head. I honestly didn’t care. Hungover AJ was better than no AJ at all. Or AJ half way across the country. “Just tell me if you want me to go!” I said, earnestly.<br />
<br />
He instantly furrowed his eyebrows. “Fuck that!” he exclaimed. “I’ve only just got you back!”<br />
<br />
My heart swelled and AJ climbed over to me, wrapped one arm around my waist and put his head on my chest. “Mmmm!” he said, as I squeezed him tight in my arms, his skin warm and slightly sticky. I softly kissed him on the forehead. Suddenly the atmosphere relaxed, AJ looked up at me and gave me a warm, happy grin and just like that, we were back to our usual selves. My heart filled with so much joy I thought it might actually burst. <br />
<br />
“Missed you!” I said, into the top of AJ’s head.<br />
<br />
“Mmmm!” he said, nuzzling his cheek into my chest. “Me too!” he replied, gripping my waist tightly. “I’ve missed doing this!” he confessed. I melted and grinned.<br />
<br />
“I’ve missed your little tummy!” AJ continued, tickling my stomach. I bit my lip and grinned.<br />
<br />
“And I’ve missed your massive fucking cock!” he said, suddenly grabbing my hard on bulging through my jeans. I giggled in response then groaned as he squeezed it. “Grrrrrr!” he said sexily, before twisting his head up and shooting me a cheeky, excited grin.<br />
<br />
AJ undid my belt buckle and I gripped on to his huge back, grinning ecstatically as he undid the buttons on my jeans, manoeuvred down and took my throbbing cock out of my boxers. <br />
<br />
He made a sexy little groan and put his lips around the head of my hard dick. “Oh God!” I groaned in response as AJ worked my cock with his wet lips, dancing his tongue around the rim of the head and plunging up and down, all the time making these hot, little, muffled groans and moans. <br />
<br />
“Oh fuck!” I groaned as I ran one hand over his shaved head and gripped his shoulder blades with the other. If AJ kept doing what he was doing, it wouldn’t be long before I blew. He seemed determined for that happen. “Oh God! AJ. I’m close!” I cried.<br />
<br />
He responded by groaning louder and sucking harder. I was in my own little heaven. Lying back and letting the boy I loved worship my hard, throbbing cock with his perfect mouth. I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming. For some reason, when I knew I was about to cum, I didn’t feel like warning him. Maybe I was just feeling a little mischievous? Or maybe, somewhere subconsciously, I wanted to get my own back for him going out with his mates the night before instead of seeing me? Somehow, the fact I didn’t tell him I was about to cum made the orgasm seem even more intense. I cried loudly and AJ groaned as my cock exploded in his mouth.<br />
<br />
When he was done he looked up and shot me an animated, wide eyed glare. But I could tell he was amused by what had happened too. “Sorry!” I said, genuinely. “Probably should have warned you!” I said, failing not to grin back at him.<br />
<br />
He pulled a jokey, indifferent face and shrugged. “Meh! I’ve had worse surprises!” he said, his mouth then curling into the cheekiest grin.<br />
<br />
He rested his head on my tummy as I stroked his shaved head and gripped his gorgeous body. A huge wave of happiness and comfort washed over me. Because I was back in AJ’s bedroom, the place I loved with the boy I was completely besotted with. Just me and him, back in the little world that we’d created. We stayed like that for a few minutes, neither of us talking. Time seemed to slowed down. Until AJ released a groan and lifted up his head. “Need the toilet!” he announced, lifting his head off my stomach. <br />
<br />
Before he climbed off the bed, I pulled him back and towards me for a kiss. “Mmmm!” he said, as we parted lips. <br />
<br />
“Maybe you can surprise <i>me</i> when you get back!” I cheekily suggested. AJ bit his lip, wiggling his eyebrows up and down and left the room, happily grinning as he went.<br />
<br />
I sank my head into AJ’s pillow, rolled towards the wall and closed my eyes, while grinning to myself, still feeling happy and content. After a few seconds, AJ’s phone beeped from somewhere on the bed. I lifted my head up a little and saw it near my feet with the screen lit up. <br />
<br />
I kicked it to bring it closer and when it was close enough to reach I bought it towards me. AJ had received a text message. <br />
<br />
As soon as I saw the name of who the message was from, my stomach violently lurched. “Dale”. The guy from the bar the weekend before. Mr Olive Skin. The insanely beautiful, built like a brick shithouse muscle guy who was a complete and utter prick to me, but seemed <i>more</i> than interested in my boyfriend, whispering into his ear at one point with his hand on his shoulder. An image now embedded on my memory. I had a feeling that looking at this text on AJ’s phone would be a very such image too.<br />
<br />
“Just got home. Thanks for last night, sexy man x”.<br />
<br />
I felt like I was going to be sick. My body seemed to be going into a panic. My heart was racing. And all of my insides felt like they were trying to escape. Like they couldn’t fit into my body anymore. I couldn’t quite believe what I was looking at. It didn’t feel real. It <i>couldn’t</i> be real.<br />
<br />
AJ came back into the bedroom. “Mmmm! I don’t feel so hungover now!” he announced. As soon as he saw my face, he knew that something wasn’t right.<br />
<br />
“What’s wrong?!” he asked, concerned. <br />
<br />
“What the fuck is this?!” I asked, handing him his phone. It was weird. It was AJ standing over me. The boy I loved. But, suddenly, it also wasn’t him at all.<br />
<br />
A look of fear and panic swept over his face as he read the screen of my phone and I <i>knew</i> in that moment that something had happened between them.<br />
<br />
My chest suddenly felt really heavy. Anger and hurt building up inside me. And then, looking at AJ, a completely new emotion swept over me. Something I’d never felt with AJ, or ever expected too, either. This sudden, intense feeling of disdain.<br />
<br />
“Dale?!” I spat. “That guy from the pub last week?”<br />
<br />
He looked at me, looking worried, a little shell shocked and guilty as fucking hell. “He’s got mates in town!” he said. “He asked me if I wanted to go out.”<br />
<br />
“What the fuck?!” I said, not even really to AJ. Just the space between us. My head was spinning. I couldn’t get my thoughts around it. How had this happened? He’d only met the guy a week before. <i>Just some random guy in a bar.</i> That was how AJ had described him. How had he gone from that to someone he was texting and calling sexy in the space of a week. <br />
<br />
“Did you give him your number last week?”<br />
<br />
AJ shook his head. “He found me on Facebook!”<br />
<br />
Of <i>course</i> he fucking did. FUCK. And then something else hit me. An almost overwhelming hatred for Mr Olive Skin. I’d already concluded that he was an absolute fucking dick from how rude he’d been to me the weekend before in the pub. And now this?<br />
<br />
“Oh, what and he just <i>happened</i> to be coming up this weekend?” I spat.<br />
<br />
“That’s what he said,” AJ replied. He looked so worried. <i>Fucking good,</i> I thought. <br />
<br />
I scoffed. “Bullshit! He came up especially to see you!”<br />
<br />
ARGHH!! I was raging. This guy had known that me and AJ were together. But still, he’d gone out of his way, not just to track AJ down on Facebook, but to then meet up with him. He’d gone through all that effort with absolutely no regard for me.<br />
<br />
“He said he was coming up to stay with his friends!” <br />
<br />
I shook my head in disbelief. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I went away for five days and this had happened. And then I looked at AJ, and suddenly I wasn’t mad at Mr Olive Skin. Suddenly I was wondering, why and how the hell had AJ done this?<br />
<br />
“And you lied!” I exclaimed. “You told me you were going out with your old college mates!” I said, the sickness churning in my stomach again at that realisation. <br />
<br />
“I thought you’d be funny about me going!” AJ said, his voice shaking a little, still looking guilty and worried. “You said you didn’t like him!”<br />
<br />
Something rose up in my chest and into my face. “Why was he calling you “sexy man“? Did you <i>do</i> something with him?” Something caught in my throat.<br />
<br />
AJ sat down on the bed and distressed, put his head in his hands. Fuck! And that was it. I couldn’t stop it. My eyes were watering and I was sobbing. It came so suddenly and with such force. AJ looked at me and he looked distraught. I hated the fact that AJ had done that to me. But equally, I was glad that he was there to see it. I wanted him to see me like that. To see what he’d done.<br />
<br />
“Noah!” AJ pleaded. “It was barely anything!”<br />
<br />
“But you did something? You messed about with him?” I said, my voice raising.<br />
<br />
“I was drunk. It just sort of … happened!” he pleaded. <br />
<br />
I didn’t care what he said. It didn’t matter. Because AJ, who I loved and trusted and worshipped, had done <i>this</i> to me. Everything felt broken. Didn’t AJ realise how fragile everything was? <br />
<br />
“Noah! Please!” AJ pleaded again.<br />
<br />
He put his hands on my leg and I instinctively kicked it away with my foot. Almost violently. AJ looked shocked. I just didn’t want him fucking touching me in that moment.<br />
<br />
“He told me it was … <i>different</i> for gay guys,” AJ said, almost defensively. Like he was suddenly trying to excuse his actions. “He said this is what a lot of gay couples do. They mess about with other guys and it’s no big deal.”<br />
<br />
I was so fucking angry that I stopped crying instantly. “Oh, FUCK OFF!” I shouted. Not particularly to AJ, more to that cunt, Dale.<br />
<br />
“I’ve heard the same thing from other people!” he said.<br />
<br />
<i>What the FUCK?! ARRGGHH!!</i><br />
<br />
“You are not fucking using that as an excuse!” I shouted. I surprised myself at how loud I was. I never thought I’d raise my voice to AJ in that way. But then, I never thought I’d have a reason to. “You’ve just fucking messed about with another guy!” <br />
<br />
“I know! I’M SORRY! Noah! It doesn’t change the way I feel about you!” <br />
<br />
<i>But it changes the way I feel about you,</i> I thought. <br />
<br />
And that’s when it happened. I felt myself completely closing down. And this imaginary wall going up between me and AJ.<br />
<br />
And suddenly, I didn’t want to show AJ any more emotion. “I’m going!” I announced, defiantly but calmly. I imagine I must have looked so cold and stony faced in that moment.<br />
<br />
“Noah, don’t!” AJ pleaded, looking more panicked than ever and jumping off the bed.<br />
<br />
I opened his bedroom door but AJ grabbed my arm. “Get off me!” I spat viciously, jerking my arm away. As if a drunken stranger had touched me inappropriately. AJ looked surprised. Scared, even. It almost looked like he was about to cry, and I softened for a moment. Because it was AJ. And I still loved him so much. More than anything. I felt myself starting to cry again so I spun around from him. I just needed to get the hell out of there.<br />
<br />
“Noah!” AJ cried as I flew down the stairs. I grabbed the handle of his front door, my hand shaking slightly and flung it open, not looking back at him. I was determined that AJ would NOT see me cry again. I didn’t look back as I walked down the drive and away from his house either. I heard him scream, “Fuck!” to himself in the distance and a sob rose up in my mouth as I carried on walking quickly away from AJ’s house.<br />
<br />
My whole body felt heavy. Like there was a huge weight on me. My phone vibrated in my pocket. AJ was calling me. I stopped, screamed, “FUCK OFF!” into the screen, switched my phone off, my hands and fingers shaking as I did so. I put my phone back into my pocket and exhaled deeply through pursed lips to try and stop myself from crying again. <br />
<br />
I don’t really know why, but without thinking, I then just started running. I probably looked like an idiot sprinting down the street. But I didn’t care. Because all I wanted to do in that moment was to run. To get away from AJ Jones as fast as I possibly could.muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-44325417401633458022018-11-24T16:05:00.001+00:002018-11-24T16:09:44.110+00:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 11)<b>"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" </b><br />
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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!!<br />
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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 "<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/01/muscle-fiction-story-have-you-seen.html" target="_blank">Have You Seen These Posing Trunks?</a>" story, wearing a very familiar pair of posers! Some of you may even spot a few cheeky nods to my "<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2017/02/muscle-fiction-story-dan-and-jake-part-1.html" target="_blank">Dan and Jake</a>" story too!<br />
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<b>Thirty</b></div>
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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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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 <i>boyfriend.</i><br />
<br />
“What’s in the suitcase?” AJ asked, beaming at me.<br />
<br />
“Four days worth of work clothes!” I replied. <br />
<br />
“Oh yeah! Course!” he said, rolling his eyes at his own stupidity.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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!<br />
<br />
“When did you do that to your hair?” I asked AJ. <br />
<br />
He pulled his “eeeek” face. “This morning! Do you hate it?!” he asked, wincing.<br />
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“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.<br />
<br />
AJ’s mouth erupted in a dreamy grin. “Phew!” he said. <br />
<br />
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!<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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!”<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
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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. <br />
<br />
“What?!” I asked. <br />
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“No one’s staring at me!” he replied.<br />
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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.<br />
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“That’s no fun!” AJ cheekily said. “Maybe I should take my top off?” <br />
<br />
I giggled and dreamily looked at him, before noticing a pretty hot, butch looking gay guy sitting down, who actually <i>was</i> 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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Wow! This is really nice!” I said to AJ, as we entered the hotel room.<br />
<br />
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 <i>ever</i> not feel amazing, I wondered. I never, ever wanted to forget how this felt.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“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!”<br />
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I smirked and rolled my eyes. “I’m not apologising for my love of Harry Potter!” I firmly said. <br />
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“I just don’t remember there being any shredded bodybuilders at Hogwarts. <i>Or</i> any lime green posing trunks!” <br />
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I grinned ecstatically at AJ’s Hogwarts reference. “Wait - have you read the books?” I asked, feeling a twinge of excitement.<br />
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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!”<br />
<br />
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. <br />
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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. <br />
<br />
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!” <br />
<br />
And then he plunged down again, making a muffled groan. I giggled, but FUCK, it was so sexy hearing AJ talk that way. <br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“I wanna save it!” I told him, even though I was so close to blowing a load.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“What’s this?!” he asked, looking confused and suspicious.<br />
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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.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“No pressure to wear them today!” I said. “That’s <i>not</i> why I bought them! Just … thought you could do with another pair, like you said!” <br />
<br />
“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?<br />
<br />
“I love them!” AJ exclaimed, studying them. “And they’re pretty fucking <i>hot!</i>” he added, with a tone of surprise.<br />
<br />
I gave him a wide eyed look and nodded as if to say, <i>you’re telling me!</i> 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.<br />
<br />
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!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
We stayed like that for a little while, just holding each other. “Mmmm. We should get going!” AJ finally said in my ear. <br />
<br />
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?”<br />
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“OK, lads, you’re all signed in. Here are your backstage passes!” <br />
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<i>OH FUCK! Yep. This is happening. This is actually fucking happening!</i><br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“Hmmm. I wonder how Mark’s looking?” AJ mysteriously said.<br />
<br />
I shot him a confused look. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. Scorpio’s resident muscle monster Mark Green is competing!”<br />
<br />
<i>HOLY FUCKING HELL!</i><br />
<br />
“Ready to see the bodybuilder version of you in shredded, competition condition?” AJ asked me.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“Mark, remember my mate, Noah, from Scorpio’s?”<br />
<br />
<i>OH GOD!</i><br />
<br />
“Oh, hey, mate!” Mark said casually<br />
<br />
“Super Heavyweight competitors! All Super Heavyweight competitors! Can you queue up to hit the stage please?” announced a loud voice.<br />
<br />
“That’s me, mate!” Mark announced.<br />
<br />
“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!<br />
<br />
AJ was just continuing to smirk at me. I playfully shook my head at him. “Shut it, you!” I quietly said, while grinning back.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“Do you wanna use the tanning tents, AJ?” Larry asked.<br />
<br />
“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?<br />
<br />
“Sure!” Larry replied, casually. <br />
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<i>Answer: yes, I bloody was. FUUUUCKKK!!</i><br />
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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!<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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! <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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! <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Hey, I’ll be on soon! You should head out to the theatre!” the fully tanned up, posing trunk wearing version of AJ said.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“You gonna be okay?! I would come out but, I’m not sure they’d let me looking like <i>this</i>!” he said, giving me a cheeky grin.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t help but giddily grin. “I’ll text you in a bit!” he told me, with smirking mischievously.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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!<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Have you spunked in your undies yet?”<br />
<br />
I bit my lip to suppress a chuckle and dreamily gazed at AJ’s text on my phone.<br />
<br />
“Hehe! No but I genuinely think I might do in a minute! Liam “The Guns” Watson keeps grunting with every bloody pose!” I replied.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
I wanted to melt. It was the first time either of us had actually used the word boyfriend.<br />
<br />
“Hehe!! Are you excited about going on stage?” I typed.<br />
<br />
“Hell yeah!! But a little nervous too!” And then AJ sent the blushing face with eyes wide open emoji.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Awwww! Baby! You’re gonna be awesome!” I typed. “You look fucking INSANE tanned up by the way!”<br />
<br />
Three dots.<br />
<br />
“Hehe! I thought it might have freaked you out? You went all quiet on me!”<br />
<br />
“NO! Sorry! I was, erm…just struggling a bit!!” And then I sent the blushing face emoji.<br />
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“Haha! GRRRRRR!! Can’t wait to flex for ya later!”<br />
<br />
I started typing, but another message came through. “By the way, I usually feel really horny when I’ve come off stage!”<br />
<br />
<i>JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!</i><br />
<br />
I started typing again but he sent another message. “Shit! They’re calling me! Gotta go!”<br />
<br />
“OMG!! Eeeeek! Good luck!” I messaged. <br />
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“And your final pose, lads,” the commentator called. “Most muscular!” <br />
<br />
“EURGGHH! ARRGGHH!!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“And that concludes the prejudging, folks!”<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“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.”</div>
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<b>Thirty Two</b></div>
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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!!<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
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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 <i>half</i> 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.<br />
<br />
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? <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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?!<br />
<br />
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! <br />
<br />
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! <br />
<br />
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!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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 <i>my</i> fucking boyfriend.<br />
<br />
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?<br />
<br />
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.<br />
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?<br />
<br />
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 <i>really</i> 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.<br />
<br />
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! <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“How was I?” he cheekily said, leaning in and beaming at me.<br />
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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.<br />
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Still grinning, AJ shot me a confused look. “You okay?” he asked.<br />
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“Yeah!” I replied, still feeling ridiculously nervous. <br />
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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.<br />
<br />
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!”<br />
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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. <br />
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“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. <br />
<br />
“Good song choices, too!” I said, a little nervously.<br />
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He grinned at me again. “The first one kinda reminds me of someone,” he said, in a hushed voice. “Also a little cutie!” <br />
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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.<br />
<br />
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”.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
I examined my screen closer to read what he’d text me. <br />
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“If I don’t kiss you soon I think I might explode!” <br />
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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.<br />
<br />
I started to text AJ back.<br />
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“Hey, I’m not stopping you. Go for it!” And then I followed it up with the AJ emoji.<br />
<br />
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, <i>yeah, right!</i> before tapping away at his phone again.<br />
<br />
My phone vibrated in my hand and I excitedly looked at the screen.<br />
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“Remember when I said I usually feel really horny when I come off stage?”<br />
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Fuck! I’m sure I started blushing. I text him back, my heart thumping. “I, erm...vaguely recall!”<br />
<br />
AJ let out a little chuckle as he read my message and started to tap at his phone again.<br />
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“Well you’ll never guess what?” And then he followed it with the monkey covering his mouth emoji, and the blushing face.<br />
<br />
I beamed as I read the message and looked over at him. He gave me this insanely sexy look, as if to say, <i>I’m horny as fuck and this is bloody torture,</i> and I just grinned back at him, my hard on throbbing in my jeans.<br />
<br />
I started to text him back. I was feeling mischievous. “Toilets in 5 minutes?” I typed, with the aubergine and water splash emojis.<br />
<br />
AJ laughed quietly as he read my message.<br />
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“Do not tempt me! GRRRR!! Can’t wait to get you back to that hotel!”<br />
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“Can we teleport there NOW?!” I messaged back.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
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“I can’t believe you’ve still got your pink posers on!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Are you kidding me?! My Little Cookie bought me these! I’m never taking them off!”<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
<i>I love you so much</i>, 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. <br />
<br />
I sat and watched the six Heavyweight muscle monsters on stage cranking out simultaneous most musculars. “ARGGHH!” “EURRGHH!” “YEEAAHH!!”<br />
<br />
As the crowd cheered around me, I leaned into AJ. “Wanna go?” I asked, quietly.<br />
<br />
AJ shot me a surprised but excited look. “You sure?” he asked. “We’ll miss Mark and Liam!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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!” </div>
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<b>Thirty Three</b></div>
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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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“I think you’ve got an admirer!” I said to AJ quietly.<br />
<br />
AJ’s grin grew wider and he cheekily wiggled his eyebrows up and down.<br />
<br />
“Shall I flex for him?” AJ said.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Maybe just a cheeky bicep flex?” he asked.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“How about a pec bounce?” he then outrageously suggested. <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“Are you gonna do this back in Little Denton too?” I playfully asked him, grinning.<br />
<br />
AJ shrugged. “Maybe!” he said with a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes as if to say, <i>yeah fucking right.</i> But even if I didn’t believe he would, it was still an incredibly sweet sentiment.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
He beamed at me and wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ll have to tan up more often!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
AJ giggled. “Dare you to wear that outfit for your next Tesco shift!” I said.<br />
<br />
AJ tipped his head back and laughed. “They’d <i>definitely</i> fire me, then!”<br />
<br />
I just shrugged and grinned. <i>Perfect! Then you’d have to come down to London and live with me,</i> 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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
An idea suddenly came into my head. I looked at AJ cautiously. “Can I wear your lime green posers?” I asked. <br />
<br />
AJ was beaming. He looked excited as hell. “YEAH! Of course!” he said enthusiastically, clearly loving the idea.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
I looked up at him, grinned and shook my head in disbelief for effect. “Fucking … AMAZING! And bonkers!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Fuck! I knew there was something I’d left out!” he joked.<br />
<br />
I giggled in response. “You were so fucking cocky, though!”<br />
<br />
“Mmmm. Well I may have being trying to impress someone in the audience!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
His mouth curled into this excited, cheeky grin. He shook his head. “<i>Such</i> a fucking rush!” he said, with conviction. “It was crazy. Everyone staring at me. Watching me flex!”<br />
<br />
Fuck! My insides were going crazy and my hard on was juddering underneath AJ’s lime green posers.<br />
<br />
“Yeah?” I asked. AJ knew I was both genuinely curious, and also getting a massive kick out of hearing him being so candidly.<br />
<br />
“Mmmm! I felt like a freak!”<br />
<br />
<i>Fuuuuuck. </i><br />
<br />
“You <i>are</i> a freak!” I joked. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
I grinned and kissed him. “So … do you ever get horny when you flex?” I asked, a little warily when our lips had parted.<br />
<br />
AJ grinned mischievously. “Yeah!” he said, with conviction. ”I think most bodybuilders do!” <br />
<br />
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, gripping onto AJ’s body. “That’s fucking … HOT!“ I said.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“It’s fucking HUGE!” AJ cheekily exclaimed.<br />
<br />
“Fuck yeah!” I exclaimed enthusiastically, my heart thumping at AJ’s sudden cockiness. <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“You’re a monster!” I exclaimed, feeding his ego and playing along, AJ’s mouth curling into an excitable and amused grin in response. <br />
<br />
“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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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, <i>get ready for this one</i>, 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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“You look <i>really</i> 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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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? <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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, <i>really</i> wanted to feel AJ’s tongue on my hole. And then it was.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“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. <br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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 <i>really</i> wanted it from any guy. I’d never craved anyone to be inside me. Until that moment.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
It felt like waves of unimaginable pleasure were going through my body. One after the other. I remember thinking, <i>so this is why so many guys do it? This is what it’s all about</i>. 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.<br />
<br />
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.</div>
<br />muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-55581496725518922842018-11-07T19:34:00.000+00:002018-11-07T19:34:10.181+00:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 10)<b>"I took the phone off him and eagerly looked at the screen. As I’d suspected, AJ had messaged Naomi.<br /><br />“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”<br /><br />I howled at the last sentence. “I can’t believe you wrote that last part!” <br /><br />AJ was grinning, looking pleased with himself. My heart was fucking bursting at what he’d written."</b><br />
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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"!<br />
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<b>Twenty Seven</b></div>
<br />
I excitedly jumped in AJ’s car. Before I said anything to him, I leaned in for a kiss. <br />
<br />
“Mmmmm! Hello!” AJ said as we parted lips. <br />
<br />
“Hey, you!” I said.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Is your mum in?” he asked, biting his lip.<br />
<br />
I narrowed my eyes. “Ummm … no?” I replied, suspiciously, though I felt like I knew where AJ was heading.<br />
<br />
“Can I see your bedroom?” he asked with his eyebrows raised, proving those suspicions right.<br />
<br />
Fuck! The idea of AJ in my bedroom gave me an unexpected surge of excitement.<br />
<br />
I grinned. “Whyyyy?!” <br />
<br />
AJ gave a playful shrug. “I just wanna see it!”<br />
<br />
My mum had gone to visit my nan. She probably wouldn’t be back for another half an hour or so, I reasoned.<br />
<br />
“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. <br />
<br />
“Wow! It looks … <i>different</i> to how I remembered!” he said as we went inside in my parents’ house. “Still kinda smells the same, though?” <br />
<br />
That comment surprised me. I’d noticed the <i>exact</i> 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.<br />
<br />
“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!” <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
AJ stood up and I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom. Just like he’d done to me in <i>his</i> 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. <br />
<br />
“You re-decorated!” AJ said, as he looked around the room, giddily grinning. “Still only got the single bed?”<br />
<br />
“Hmmm!” I replied, squeezing his hand. <br />
<br />
“Looks cosy!” he said, cheekily wiggling his eyebrows up and down.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Soooo … is this where you’ve fantasised about me?” AJ asked. I rolled my eyes and smirked. <br />
<br />
“Wanked off over me?!” he asked. <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“REALLY?!” AJ asked, excitedly. “That’s kinda hot!” he exclaimed.<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes and just dreamily grinned at him, while also blushing a little.<br />
<br />
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!! <br />
<br />
“Shit!” I whispered. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Bollocks!” I said, quietly. “We can try and sneak out?” <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“Mum! Remember AJ?” I nervously said. <br />
<br />
<i>Oh God! </i><br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Not <i>little</i> AJ?” she asked.<br />
<br />
“Hey, Mrs Cook!” AJ said, grinning warmly.<br />
<br />
My mum’s face softened instantly. “Oh, hello, love! Gosh, you’ve grown a bit!” she gushed.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“AJ works at the gym I’ve been going to!” I explained. “As well as Tesco’s!”<br />
<br />
“You never said!” She tutted loudly. “Oh, he’s <i>useless</i>!” she said, shaking her head and looking at AJ. “He never tells me anything! God knows why!” <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“How’s your mum, AJ?” <br />
<br />
“Yeah, she’s good thanks, Mrs Cook!”<br />
<br />
<i>Mrs Cook!</i> 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.<br />
<br />
“Maybe you can tell me who Noah keeps sneaking off to see every Friday night?” <br />
<br />
I groaned. “Aaaand we’re off!” I said, heading to the door.<br />
<br />
“He’s full of secrets, AJ!”<br />
<br />
“BYE!” I said, grabbing AJ’s arm and dragging him out of the house. <br />
<br />
“Nice to see you again, Mrs Cook!”<br />
<br />
“Come round anytime, AJ! And tell him to stop being so secretive!” she called out.<br />
<br />
I groaned as I shut the door. AJ was giggling. “Have you been keeping secrets from your mum, Noah?”<br />
<br />
“UGH!”<br />
<br />
“See!” AJ said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”<br />
<br />
I breathed a deep sigh, shook my head and just grinned at AJ. He was right. It <i>hadn’t</i> 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 <i>really</i> unlikely notion?<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“I’d love to be able to put pictures of bodybuilders up on my bedroom wall!” I confessed to AJ.<br />
<br />
“Why don’t you?!” AJ asked.<br />
<br />
“Oh yeah! I’m sure my mum would love that!”<br />
<br />
“Well she seemed okay with the fact that I’m a shredded freak!”<br />
<br />
I twisted my head up and he was looking down at me with a cheeky grin. <br />
“So … do you not find bodybuilders hot?” I asked AJ.<br />
<br />
“Bodybuilders?! UGH! No! They’re gross!” he playfully replied. I rolled my eyes and grinned at him. <br />
<br />
“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. <br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“I don’t think squeezing his biceps would have the exact same effect on me that it would on you, though!” AJ cheekily said.<br />
<br />
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?”<br />
<br />
AJ laughed. “No! I kinda wish I was wired that way, though. All this being turned on bodybuilders stuff. It looks fun!”<br />
<br />
“Well, so does being a shredded freak!” I said, grinning.<br />
<br />
He beamed back at me. “Oh, it is!”<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. Imagine being a bodybuilder who’s turned on by bodybuilders?!” I said.<br />
<br />
“What do you think the Cookie Monster’s gonna be?” he teased.<br />
<br />
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!”<br />
<br />
AJ released a short laugh. “Hmmm. I’d have to come round and try and tear you away from your reflection!” <br />
<br />
I playfully shook my head. “It wouldn’t be easy! You’ve have to try and out-pose me!”<br />
<br />
“Psssh!! That’d be piss easy! I know what turns you on, remember!”<br />
<br />
I raised one eyebrow at him. <br />
<br />
“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. <br />
<br />
I beamed in response, while my dick swelled instantly and pushed against AJ’s thigh. “See!!” AJ said in response. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
He furrowed his eyebrows in a confused look, then playfully shook his head. “NO!” he firmly said, giving me a reassuring look. <br />
<br />
I gave a coy grin, half regretting my words. “Not even if Justin Hughes walked in and declared his undying love for you?”<br />
<br />
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!”<br />
<br />
Fuck! My heart melted as I squeezed AJ tighter than ever. <br />
<br />
“Little Cookie!” I repeated, giggling. I kinda loved that.<br />
<br />
AJ cheekily grinned at me. “Soon to be The Cookie Monster!”<br />
<br />
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?”<br />
<br />
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!”<br />
<br />
I grinned at him lovingly. “Deal!” I said, before leaning in and greeting his lips with mine.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“About <i>what</i>?” I asked, playing coy. I knew what, of course.<br />
<br />
“AJ! The other day when I was going on about that muscly guy in Tesco’s! I had no idea it was <i>him</i>! You could have said you were friends with him again!”<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes, but my mum was handling the whole thing a lot better than I thought she would.<br />
<br />
“Well I knew you’d just go on and on about it!” I replied.<br />
<br />
“Oh, charming! So is that who you’ve been off gallivanting with then these past few weeks?” she asked suspiciously.<br />
<br />
Oh God. My stomach twisted. “Erm … he’s <i>one</i> of the friends I’ve been hanging out with, yes. We’ve mostly just been going to the gym!”<br />
<br />
She looked a little suspicious. Like she didn’t fully believe me. Fuck. Maybe she actually <i>did</i> 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 <i>wanted</i> her to know about us.<br />
<br />
“I can’t <i>believe</i> 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?”<br />
<br />
I shrugged. “Because he wanted to!” I casually said.<br />
<br />
“You<i> dare</i> get that big, Noah!” <br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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! <br />
<br />
“Hey, handsome! Good to see you again the other night. Any chance I could see you properly soon?”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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! <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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”.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Twenty Eight</b></div>
<br />
“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! <br />
<br />
“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?!”<br />
<br />
<i>Oh my fucking GOD!!</i><br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“What?!” I asked, playfully tapping his shoulder. He was being such a fucking tease.<br />
<br />
His mouth curled into a big grin. “I’ve been asked to guest pose!” <br />
<br />
<i>HOLY FUCKING FUUUUUCK!!</i><br />
<br />
“You’re kidding?” I said, my heart starting to pound.<br />
<br />
“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!<br />
<br />
“Maybe we could get a hotel for the night?” AJ suggested. “Stay over on the Saturday?”<br />
<br />
“Sounds awesome!” I said, beaming. A whole weekend away with AJ? Fuck!<br />
<br />
“Ever been to a bodybuilding show before?” he asked. <br />
<br />
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?”<br />
<br />
I giggled. “I probably will, to be honest! Especially when The Ripper gets up on stage to pose!”<br />
<br />
AJ giddily grinned. “I’ve heard he’s a bit of a cocky fucker!” he said. “Aaaand … I’ve also heard he might <i>not</i> be one hundred percent straight!”<br />
<br />
I raised my eyebrows, playing along. “No way?!”<br />
<br />
“Yep! <i>Apparently</i> he has a bit of a thing for slightly geeky but very cute, muscle loving gay boys!”<br />
<br />
“I’M IN!!” I exclaimed. He did one of his cute, little giggles before bringing his lips to mine for a kiss.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Mmmmm!” AJ said in response. Then, amazingly, he actually stuck his arse out so my throbbing cock was pushing into his cheeks further. Fuck!<br />
<br />
“What is THAT sticking into my arse?” he cheekily asked.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Oh fuck! AJ! I’m gonna cum!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“Well … as shredded as I <i>can</i> get in that time!” he teased.<br />
<br />
“Are you gonna have lines in your ass?” I cheekily asked.<br />
<br />
AJ howled. “Hmmm. Maybe not by next week!” he said. “Sorry!” And then he just grinned at me lovingly and gave me a squeeze. <br />
<br />
“Maybe the next time I compete, though?” he said, with his eyebrows raised.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
I gripped AJ’s waist. I literally couldn’t stop smiling. “Mmmmm!” I said. “The thought of you … all shredded!”<br />
<br />
He bit his lip and beamed. “Well, I was gonna start the diet soon anyway for Ibiza!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“Of course!” AJ said, enthusiastically. “Can’t wait!” <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Have you got a six foot long suitcase?” I asked.<br />
<br />
AJ beamed. “Ugh! And I have to go suit shopping for the wedding with Andy at some point too!” he added, rolling his eyes.<br />
<br />
“How will you find one that <i>fits</i>?” I joked.<br />
<br />
“FUCK KNOWS!” he exclaimed, animatedly, and then we both started laughing.<br />
<br />
“Why don’t you just wear your posing trunks?” I asked. <br />
<br />
“If only! Although I’m not sure anyone would be looking at the bride!” he cheekily replied.<br />
<br />
“Have you just got the one pair of posing trunks?” I asked.<br />
<br />
“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 <i>are</i> pretty awful! Why?! Are you bored of the green ones?”<br />
<br />
“Fuck, no!” I exclaimed. “I’d never got bored of <i>those</i>!”<br />
<br />
“I should probably get some new ones actually! Maybe for my next competition?”<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“What colour do you think you’d go for?” I asked, buzzing at the thought of going through with my idea.<br />
<br />
“Erm … maybe red? Purple seem kinda popular right now!”<br />
<br />
“How about … some bright pink ones?” I asked with a cheeky grin.<br />
<br />
AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “Actually, I’ve always thought pink posing trunks look fucking awesome!” <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Plus, it takes fucking BALLS to wear bright pink posers at a bodybuilding show!” AJ added.<br />
<br />
“Would you wear them?!”<br />
<br />
“Maaaaybe!” he teasingly said, giving me a cheeky grin.<br />
<br />
I was feeling brave. “Mmmm. What if they had “I HEART NOAH” written on the back?”<br />
<br />
AJ howled. “LOVE IT!” he said. My heart fluttered in response.<br />
<br />
“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!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. DEAL!” I said. “Though I’m thinking we should probably switch colours?!”<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
I was feeling mischievous so I shrugged. “Eddie! We’re going on a date tomorrow night!” I playfully said.<br />
<br />
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!” <br />
<br />
I grinned back at him. <br />
<br />
“Is it Naomi?” he asked.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Yeah!” I said, feeling a pinch of nerves.<br />
<br />
“Has she been asking about us?” He asked, a little warily.<br />
<br />
“No! She thinks … well, she doesn’t know anything’s happened between us.”<br />
<br />
AJ pulled a face which was hard to read, then stretched out his arm and held out his hand. “Gimme!” he said.<br />
<br />
I looked at him suspiciously, while also suddenly feeling excited. “Hmmm!” I said in a sceptical tone, still clutching my phone.<br />
<br />
“Just give me your fucking phone!” he ordered.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
I took the phone off him and eagerly looked at the screen. As I’d suspected, AJ had messaged Naomi.<br />
<br />
“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”<br />
<br />
I howled at the last sentence. “I can’t believe you wrote that last part!” <br />
<br />
AJ was grinning, looking pleased with himself. My heart was fucking bursting at what he’d written.<br />
<br />
He crawled back over to me and scooped me up in his ridiculously huge arms. “Things you’ve never felt before?” I asked, playfully. <br />
<br />
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.”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Twenty Nine</b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
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 <i>exact</i> 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. <br />
<br />
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!<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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 <i>another</i> seven days when he went to Ibiza just a couple of weeks later. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
I smirked and looked at him wide eyed. “You realise that’s, like, premium rate phone sex talk for me?!”<br />
<br />
AJ beamed. “Are you looking forward to your cock exploding in a theatre full of strangers?”<br />
<br />
I shook my head and giggled. “I’m excited! And I’m <i>really</i> looking forward to seeing you on stage! I HEART NOAH posers or not!”<br />
<br />
AJ bit his lip and gave me this loving grin. “Maybe we can get those specially made? For your eyes only!”<br />
<br />
Something about that comment stung. Just a little. <i>For your eyes only.</i> 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. <br />
<br />
“Soooo … have you ever wondered what it’s like to be backstage at a bodybuilding show?” he asked me with his eyebrows cheekily raised.<br />
<br />
I felt a jolt of excitement. “Well I kinda know what goes on!” I told him. “I’ve seen pump room videos!”<br />
<br />
“Yeah?” AJ said, looking both impressed and excited.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“That’s pretty much it! Another potential undie spunking situation for Noah!”<br />
<br />
I grinned like mad. “Potential?! Try GUARANTEED!”<br />
<br />
AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “Hmmm. Maybe I <i>shouldn’t</i> bring you backstage with me in that case?” <br />
<br />
<i>FUCK!</i><br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Wait - are you gonna, like, tan up?” I asked him.<br />
<br />
“Of course! Wanna help?”<br />
<br />
<i>FUUUUUCKKKK!!</i><br />
<br />
“Erm … HELL YEAH!” I replied.<br />
<br />
“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!”<br />
<br />
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!”<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“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. <br />
<br />
“You’re not so bad at it yourself!” I told him.<br />
<br />
“I think I might have picked up some tips from you!” he replied, grabbing my waist and kissing me.<br />
<br />
“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?”<br />
<br />
I bit my lip and grinned. “That could be fun!” I said, enthusiastically. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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!<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
“Mmmm! I love your little tummy!” he said, kissing me softly on the stomach. I dreamily grinned.<br />
<br />
“And I love your chest!” he said, rubbing it. “And your little biceps!” <br />
<br />
I pulled my head back sharply and looked at him with my eyebrows raised. “Oi! Less of the little!” <br />
<br />
AJ giggled. “OK, <i>not</i> so little biceps. But still kinda little!” he teased, flashing me a cute, cheeky grin.<br />
<br />
“Well, everyone’s biceps are little compared to yours!”<br />
<br />
He grinned mischievously. “GRRRR!!” he said. I playfully rolled my eyes and beamed at him.<br />
<br />
“Mmmm. I just love your body! It’s such a LAD’s body!” he continued, gripping my waist and squeezing me tight.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t help wondering whether AJ would have loved my body as much if he’d been with more than just two guys. <br />
<br />
“You wouldn’t prefer me with abs?” I asked.<br />
<br />
He shot me a stern look as if to say, <i>don’t be so fucking stupid</i>. “NO!” he firmly said, wide eyed.<br />
<br />
“I’d still like a bit more muscle though!” I said. <br />
<br />
“Well I <i>did</i> do you a muscle building plan when you had your personal training session at the beginning of the summer!” AJ said, playfully.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“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. <br />
<br />
“Well you could always try out the plan to be a shredded muscle freak instead!” <br />
<br />
“Hell yeah!” I said, playing along.<br />
<br />
AJ giggled. “Then we could have a flex off! GRRRR!” he said. <br />
<br />
My cock started to swell at the very thought. “What, like a two man posedown in your bedroom?” I suggested.<br />
<br />
“Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.<br />
<br />
“I’d whip your ass!” I teased.<br />
<br />
AJ let out a short, sharp laugh. “You wish!” <br />
<br />
“Right then. That’s settled! The plan to turn you into a shredded muscle freak officially starts next week!”<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
I buried my face into his hair. “Actually, I’ve got something to tell you!” Fuck! My heart started to beat faster.<br />
<br />
AJ twisted his head and looked at me curiously. “Sounds intriguing!” he said, the left corner of his mouth curling into a little grin.<br />
<br />
I bit my lip nervously. AJ’s expression suddenly turned serious. “What’s up?” he asked.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Oh yeah. The places with the books?”<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. Well, one of them emailed me!”<br />
<br />
AJ’s eyes widened, but I could tell he was anxious about what was coming next.<br />
<br />
“Someone’s dropped out of a placement and they want me to go down. Next week!” I explained.<br />
<br />
“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. <br />
<br />
“Mmmm!” I replied. “It means I’ll have to go down and stay there for the week,” I explained, pulling my “eeeek” face.<br />
<br />
“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. <br />
<br />
“Mmmmm!” I replied, playing with his hair. “I was thinking maybe I shouldn’t go?” Fuck. My heart was pounding again.<br />
<br />
AJ looked at me sharply and grimaced. “Not because of me?!” My stomach twisted.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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?”<br />
<br />
“Yeah!” I said, with a shrug.<br />
<br />
“Well then!” he said firmly. And then he lovingly grinned at me again and I softened and melted.<br />
<br />
“I mean … <i>obviously</i> 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!”<br />
<br />
My stomach twisted again. Ugh! <i>God, I hate this,</i> 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. <br />
<br />
“And the placement’s only for five days!” I reasoned. “I’ll probably be back on the Friday night!”<br />
<br />
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?<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“So I was thinking when I go back to uni, I could come back at weekends?” Fuck! I knew I sounded nervous.<br />
<br />
“What, like, <i>every</i> weekend?” AJ asked, not looking up. <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Yeah!” I replied, nervously. “If you wanted me too!” As soon as I said it I knew I was being ridiculous.<br />
<br />
AJ twisted his head sharply to face me. “Well, <i>obviously</i> 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.<br />
<br />
“And you could come down and visit me at uni?” I suggested. “When you’re not working!” <br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
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.</div>
muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-35081397294794622312018-10-30T18:59:00.001+00:002018-10-30T18:59:38.064+00:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 9)<b>"</b><b>His face transformed into the most outrageously cocky grimace.
“HSSSSS!!” AJ cranked down into an abs and thighs pose. His gorgeous,
block-like tummy muscles crunched and exploded underneath my hand. I was
feeling and touching the hard, flexed abs of a real life bodybuilder." </b><br />
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In part 9 of "AJ & Noah", the lads go on a first date and some of Noah's muscle worship fantasies come true when AJ treats him to a bit of posing (shiny, lime green posing trunks included)!<br />
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As it's been a little while since I posted it, here's the brilliant illustration of AJ my friend "Reeddune" did for me. Here's <a href="https://www.instagram.com/reeddune/" target="_blank">his Instagram</a> if anyone fancies checking out more of his awesome work!<br />
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<b>Twenty Four</b></div>
<br />
“So I’m thinking of quitting both of my jobs and taking up a new one!”<br />
<br />
I was lying on my bed and dreamily grinning into my phone screen as AJ messaged me during his break from a Tesco shift.<br />
<br />
“Hehe! Oh yeah?” I messaged back, playing along.<br />
<br />
Three dots appeared.<br />
<br />
“Yep! It’s quite an unusual job though!” <br />
<br />
“I’m listening!” I typed. I had no idea what AJ was going to say next, but I was fairly certain it was going to be something awesome, cute and funny. I wasn’t wrong.<br />
<br />
“Get this. A full time Noah Cook Snuggler Upper!”<br />
<br />
Heart melting. Body bursting. Could AJ be any fucking cuter or more adorable? I sent through a series of emojis. The shocked face, the monkey holding his mouth and the blushing face with eyes wide open emoji.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. I think I’ve heard about that position! Apparently there are a few requirements for the role!” I typed.<br />
<br />
“Yeah??” AJ messaged back.<br />
<br />
“Yep! Apparently you can only apply if you’re a VERY cute bodybuilder with massive tits, huge guns, gorgeous abs and a habit for flexing while cheekily sticking your tongue out!”<br />
<br />
AJ sent through three of the AJ emoji’s.<br />
<br />
“Noah! I’m actually kind of blushing here! But I erm…think I might qualify?” And he adorably followed it up with the blushing face emoji.<br />
<br />
“Oh, you definitely do!”<br />
<br />
Three dots.<br />
<br />
“So my abs are gorgeous?”<br />
<br />
“Haha! Yep. I love your abs!” <br />
<br />
“GRRRRRR!! Will have to crunch ‘em for ya!” <br />
<br />
“Ummm…FUCK YEAH!!” I replied, excitement surging through me and my cock instantly swelling. <br />
<br />
“I’ve actually been thinking about posing for you quite a lot!” AJ then messaged.<br />
<br />
<i>FUCKING HELL!!</i><br />
<br />
I sent through three shocked face emojis.<br />
<br />
“Hehe! I actually kind of can’t wait!!” AJ messaged.<br />
<br />
“Erm … excuse me while I just spontaneously combust with excitement. HELL YEAH!!” I replied.<br />
<br />
“I keep thinking about how you reacted when you were feeling my flexed bicep. Your face. How turned on you were. What it did to you. How you had to shoot your load right there and then. It was the HORNIEST fucking thing! And I LOVED that my muscles had that effect on you!”<br />
<br />
<i>Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck FUUUUCK!!</i><br />
<br />
I couldn‘t believe what I was actually reading on my screen. “It was HANDS DOWN one of the hottest fucking experiences of my life!!” I replied, feeling a rush at how open and honest I was being.<br />
<br />
“Just wait ‘till I pose for you!” AJ messaged.<br />
<br />
<i>ARGGHHHH!!</i><br />
<br />
My head felt like it was going to fucking explode. I suddenly had the urge to make a further confession. <br />
<br />
“There’s actually something else about bodybuilders that really does it for me!” I messaged, my pulse quickening.<br />
<br />
“Tell me!” AJ ordered.<br />
<br />
“Well I kind of have a bit of a thing for posing trunks!” I bravely typed, followed by the blushing face emoji.<br />
<br />
As three dots appeared on my phone, a series of imaginary replies from AJ quickly flashed into my mind. “That’s weird!” “You’re a freak.” “I don’t wanna see you anymore.” <br />
<br />
And then his actual message came through.<br />
<br />
“OMG!! Haha!! REALLY??”<br />
<br />
“Yep!” I replied, with the blushing face emoji again. <br />
<br />
“Hmmm. You know what?! I’ve always thought posers were kinda sexy!”<br />
<br />
FUCK! My heart leapt as I read those words. <br />
<br />
“Really??” I replied. A part of me couldn’t help wondering whether AJ was just humouring me. But another, much bigger part told me that he was being completely genuine. <br />
<br />
“Yeah! There’s definitely something hot about them. I totally get it!” AJ typed.<br />
<br />
“They’re hot as FUCK!!” I typed, followed by the AJ emoji. “They’ve got to be the shiny ones though!” I added.<br />
<br />
“Of course! That goes without saying!” AJ typed. “So, erm … do my lime green ones do it for you?” <br />
<br />
It was such a ridiculous fucking question that I couldn’t suppress a giggle as I looked at the message.<br />
<br />
“Ummm…HELL YES!! They’re so hot it borders on insane!”<br />
<br />
Three of the AJ emojis came through. “Well now I know what I’ll be wearing when I pose for you. Although I was kinda planning on wearing them anyway!”<br />
<br />
<i>Fucking. Fucking. FUUUUUCK!! </i><br />
<br />
My cock was juddering and I reached down and gave it a squeeze through my jeans at the thought of AJ posing for me in his shiny, lime green trunks, which, incredibly, he was teasing he was going to do, presumably fairly soon. Holy fucking HELL!<br />
<br />
And then a text came through which suddenly pulled me out of my thoughts and made me quickly release my hand from my throbbing hard on.<br />
<br />
“Oi! You didn’t reply to my text!”<br />
<br />
It was Naomi. She was referring to the message she’d sent me the day before when she’d asked if everything was okay between AJ and I. I guess I’d found it easier to just ignore her after AJ had asked me not to tell her what had happened between us.<br />
<br />
“Sorry! I was with AJ!” I text.<br />
<br />
“Ooooh!! What’s going on? Did you talk about his Facebook messages?”<br />
<br />
<i>Shit! Fuck, bugger, shit!</i> <br />
<br />
I usually told Naomi everything. How was I supposed to lie to her? But AJ had asked me to not to say anything. So that was exactly what I was going to do.<br />
<br />
“He said it was all a bit of a blur.”<br />
<br />
It wasn’t a lie. AJ <i>had</i> said that. About ten minutes before we were wrapped around each other on his bed naked.<br />
<br />
“Oh! Are you OK with that?” she text back.<br />
<br />
I paused. “I’m happy with how things are.” Also not a lie! <br />
<br />
“Hmmmm. Well I still think something’s gonna happen between you two!”<br />
<br />
And I smiled. If <i>only</i> she knew the truth.<br />
<br />
“Off gallivanting again?” my mum asked me the day after as I was filling up my water bottle in the kitchen with my backpack slung over my shoulder. I was waiting for AJ to pick me up in his car to take me to Scorpio’s. It would be our first trip since we’d confessed our feelings towards each other and slept together. An excitement was pulsing through my body, because I was about to see my cute, gorgeous AJ again for the first time in two days.<br />
<br />
“Ummm … if you mean am I going out, then yes! To the gym, if you must know!” I informed her.<br />
<br />
“Hmmmm!” my mum said, eyeing up my backpack with one eyebrow raised. “I hope you’re not taking this gym thing too far!”<br />
<br />
I screwed up my face. “How would I do THAT?!”<br />
<br />
“Well I wouldn’t like to see you getting <i>too</i> buff! You look fine as you are!” she replied. I smirked and rolled my eyes.<br />
<br />
And then she said something which made my whole body jolt while I prayed for the ground to swallow me up whole.<br />
<br />
“There’s a boy who works at Tesco’s …” <br />
<br />
Oh God. <br />
<br />
“He’s only about your age. A lovely lad …”<br />
<br />
<i>Ohgodohgodohgod.</i><br />
<br />
“He’s really friendly. Always saying hello …”<br />
<br />
<i>She’s talking about AJ! She’s fucking talking about AJ!!</i><br />
<br />
“And he’s got such a nice face! But, ooooh, Noah. He’s soooo muscly!”<br />
<br />
<i>Oh my FUCKING GOD.</i><br />
<br />
“You should see him! His arms are out here!” And then she bought her arms and elbows up so they were sticking out either side of her in imitation of a big, built bodybuilder and I wanted to fucking <i>DIE</i>.<br />
<br />
“Please don’t get that big, Noah! You wouldn’t want to look like that, would you?”<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes and quickly shuffled out of the room, hoping she hadn’t noticed that my face had gone bright red, while all the time repeating the same thing over and over in my head; <i>That did not just happen. That did NOT just fucking happen!</i><br />
<br />
I was more nervous than ever when I spotted AJ’s car pulling up at the top of the drive. I quickly and quietly sneaked out. Why couldn’t he have parked down the road like I’d asked him to? I honestly think part of him wanted to make me squirm. But also I think maybe it was a little bit of a payback thing. I had a theory that he was secretly a little offended by the fact I wouldn’t let my mum see him. Maybe he feared I was partly worried about what she’d think of the fact he was now a bodybuilder? Embarrassed, even? Maybe in a small way he’d actually been right?<br />
<br />
“Oh my GOD!” I groaned as I jumped in the passenger seat and put my face in my hands.<br />
<br />
“What‘s up?!” AJ asked me, giggling.<br />
<br />
I shook my head and gave him a little smirk. FUCK! He looked as huge and gorgeous as ever in his tight, blue Tesco’s polo shirt. GRRRR!! I was so fucking happy to see him.<br />
<br />
“You won’t <i>believe</i> what my mum just said to me! Drive NOW and I’ll tell you!” I said.<br />
<br />
AJ was grinning and looking at me curiously. He twisted his head and peered at my house through the car window. <br />
<br />
“Is she looking?!”<br />
<br />
<i>GAAAHH!!</i><br />
<br />
He turned back to face me. “It’s just … I <i>really</i> wanna kiss you!” <br />
<br />
FUCK! I melted. God, I wanted it too. He put his hand on my leg and I instantly started to swell. Then he leaned towards me. Worried about the possibility of my mother peeping through the window, but also feeling a surprising rush at the propsect of being caught, my whole body tingled as my lips met AJ’s and we kissed.<br />
<br />
“Fuck!” I whispered, as our lips parted, and I anxiously looked to my house for any sign of my mum with her hands to the side her eyes, pressed up to the window.<br />
<br />
As AJ started up the car, he cheekily shook his head. “This is gonna be TORTURE!” he said.<br />
<br />
I giddily grinned. “What?!” I asked.<br />
<br />
“You KNOW what!” he said. Then he looked me up and down and bit his lip. It was <i>so</i> fucking sexy.<br />
<br />
I did know what, of course. Being at Scorpio’s, being in public, even just being in a car and not being able to kiss each other, touch each other and do all of the things we’d been doing the past week in his bedroom. If it was going to be torturous for AJ, it was going to an absolute killer for me.<br />
<br />
I told AJ what my mum had said about him before I’d left, emphasising the fact she’d called him lovely, really friendly and that he had a nice face. All of it amused and flattered him. <br />
<br />
“I can’t believe she doesn’t recognise me!” AJ exclaimed. <br />
<br />
“I can!”<br />
<br />
“I’m sure she’d come round once she got used to me being a monster!” he said, with a cheeky grin.<br />
<br />
“Well she loved you when we were kids,” I reassured him. <br />
<br />
“Awww! Did she?” he said, with a coy smile.<br />
<br />
“Of course! And my sister. You were cute, cheeky, little AJ. And now you’re cute, cheeky, HUGE AJ. With twenty inch biceps! And arms out here!” I said, imitating the way my mum had stuck her arms out.<br />
<br />
AJ laughed. “Oh, my mum mentioned you too, by the way! She was like, <i>Awwww, I’m so glad you’re friends with Noah again!</i>”<br />
<br />
“Awwww!” I said, feeling fuzzy inside. “I love your mum!”<br />
<br />
“Oh, she did question why you went bright red when Andy walked in, though!”<br />
<br />
I laughed and shook my head. “FUCK OFF!”<br />
<br />
I was half expecting AJ to kiss me again in the car park outside Scorpio’s, so I couldn’t help feeling a stab of disappointment when he didn’t. Maybe he felt it was too risky, and that someone would see us? <br />
<br />
Being with AJ at Scorpio’s definitely felt different now that things between us were no longer just platonic. It had felt a lot more fun too. He’d given me a couple of cheeky, knowing grins when he’d been getting undressed in the changing rooms. And he’d teased me about the pictures of the shredded freaks on the walls of the gym; asking me if I thought various bodybuilders were hot, and whether I’d like to see certain guys flexing in their posing trunks. <br />
<br />
And as AJ had predicted, it was fucking torturous. Being with him as he pumped up in his vest. Not being able to kiss him, wrap my arms around his huge mass, nuzzle into his thick, bull neck or cheekily squeeze his flexed bicep again. But all the time there was this incredible excitement, because I knew that there was a very good chance I would get to do all, or at least some, of those things when we’d go back to his afterwards.<br />
<br />
“Is your mum and Andy home?” I asked on the car journey back, my stomach twisting as I waited for the answer.<br />
<br />
“Why?! Wanna perv on Andy again?” he said. I grinned and rolled my eyes. <br />
<br />
“Erm … I think they’re home.” he added, casually. A little too casually, I thought. My heart dropped a little. Was the prospect of being home alone not an exciting one for AJ like it very much was for me? And just when was I going to get the noisy posing (FUCKING HELL!) he’d teased me about? Maybe it would be better if it was a spontaneous thing?<br />
<br />
But none of that doubt could take away the giddiness I was, and had been, feeling all evening. Because I was with AJ. And I would <i>still</i> get to kiss him and touch him and maybe even squeeze his flexed bicep. It would probably just be a little more restrained than if we were at his house alone.<br />
<br />
The first thing I noticed when AJ’s house was in sight was that Andy’s motorbike was parked on the drive. But then I noticed something else.<br />
<br />
“Your mum’s car isn’t here?” I questioned, as we pulled into the drive. <br />
<br />
“Nope!” AJ replied. And then he looked at me with this devilish grin. “They’re not gonna be home ‘till late!”<br />
<br />
<i>FUCK!</i><br />
<br />
“Oh, and look at that …” he continued, looking down at his body. “I’m all pumped up!” <br />
<br />
<i>FUUUUUCKKK!!</i><br />
<br />
My cock instantly swelled and I felt like I was going to explode with excitement.<br />
<br />
AJ gave a playful sigh and shook his head. “If only I had a cute, horny guy with a massive thing for bodybuilders to pose for!” <br />
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<b>Twenty Five</b></div>
<br />
I groaned into AJ’s mouth as his tongue danced with mine and my hand slipped down and gripped on to one of his huge upper arms. Fuck! I was pinned up against his bedroom door. We’d barely been able to keep our hands off each other since we’d entered his house.<br />
<br />
“FUCK!” I cried as AJ cheekily flexed his arm and the freakish ball of marble-like bicep muscle exploded under my fingertips. Freshly pumped from the gym, it felt even bigger and harder than the last time. I probably could have exploded in my undies right there and then. <br />
<br />
If AJ hadn’t already confessed how much he loved the effect his flexed muscle had on me, I would known in that moment, anyway, by the smug, excitable look on his face. AJ was clearly getting a huge kick out of how much feeling his flexed bicep wowed and turned on me. <br />
<br />
“Go to the bathroom for two minutes!” he ordered, with a devilish grin.<br />
<br />
I gave him a confused but excited grin. “Whyyyy?” I asked suspiciously.<br />
<br />
“Just do it!!” he cheekily demanded.<br />
<br />
I kissed him and obeyed his order, highly suspecting that I was going to walk back into the room to find AJ in nothing but his shiny lime green posing trunks (FUCK). I was a little gutted when I returned to find him still wearing his trackies and a vest. <br />
<br />
I looked around the room and narrowed my eyes. “What was all <i>that</i> about?”<br />
<br />
He playfully shrugged, wrapped his arms around my back, pushed his huge, pumped, muscle tits into my regular sized chest and kissed me passionately. How could one man turn me on, arouse me and excite me to such a degree that AJ did? Whenever I touched him. Whenever I kissed him. I felt like I was constantly on the verge of exploding with ecstasy.<br />
<br />
We’d soon switched places, and it was AJ who was up against the door. His vest had come off, most of my own clothes had been removed, and I was bending down so I was faced with his huge, hard dick, sticking out and bulging through his gym trackies. Fuck! <br />
<br />
I wanted to worship that dick with my tongue. I wanted to make him blow. Harder, faster and more intensely than he’d ever done before. I wanted to make his toe curls. His eyes roll back. His whole body quiver and burst as he exploded in my mouth.<br />
<br />
I grabbed the waistband of his trackies and gently pulled them down. Instead of being faced with the material of whatever colour boxer shorts AJ had been wearing that day, I was faced with something which made my heart skip a beat; the bright and inexplicably shiny material of AJ Jones’ lime green posing trunks. FUCKING HELL!!<br />
<br />
I looked up at AJ, wide eyed and excited. His gorgeous, bumpy ab blocks, huge, hanging tits and a smug but oh-so-gorgeous grin staring down at me. As I’d suspected, AJ had banished me to the bathroom so he could take off his underwear and put his posers on. Hiding them under his clothes to surprise me was something I definitely hadn’t predicted him to do.<br />
<br />
The trunks were so much shinier than I anticipated they would be. Without a doubt, they were the horniest clothing garment I’d ever come into contact with. Much hotter than the leather jeans Andy had been squeezing his big, meaty arse into.<br />
<br />
I squeezed AJ’s hard on, which was tenting the obscenely shiny posing trunk material and he groaned. I gently took it out of it’s lime green poser wrapper and there it was; the most gorgeous cock I’d ever seen, juddering and sticking out from the ridiculously muscular body of the most beautiful boy I’d ever been with.<br />
<br />
AJ gave the hottest little groan and sank his fingers into my hair as I put the head of his thick, hard cock in my mouth. As I danced my wet tongue around the rim, I looked up to see AJ in some sort of state of euphoria. It was the sexiest image. Seeing a bodybuilder in posing trunks, freshly pumped from the gym in a state of arousal because of me. I wanted to spend the whole night worshipping AJ and his cock. To make him cum over and over again.<br />
<br />
I felt him pull back and I looked up to see him still aroused and in a state of bliss, but gently shaking his head as he giddily smirked at me. I knew what it meant; that he was dangerously close to cumming but didn’t want to do so just yet.<br />
<br />
“Sit on the edge of the bed!” AJ gently ordered. I obeyed, and he followed me. Kneeling down on the floor, he helped me get my trackies and boxers off and began to suck and play with my fully erect cock as I ruffled his hair. I could tell by AJ’s face that he really loved sucking me off. He always made these hot groaning noises too as he did. It was like he couldn’t get enough of it. It was so obscenely fucking sexy.<br />
<br />
“GRRRRR!” he growled, giving my hard, wet cock a firm squeeze. While I was still perched on the edge of his bed naked, AJ stood up, his expression an insanely hot mixture of determination and arousal. He then adjusted his trunks so that his cock was nestled back in the shiny, lime green pouch of his posers.<br />
<br />
<i>Oh God,</i> I thought. <i>This is it. He’s gonna fucking do it! He’s actually gonna pose for me!</i><br />
<br />
And then he did. The very thing he’d been teasing me about the last few days since I’d confessed how much bodybuilders turned me on. AJ, the posing trunk wearing bodybuilder who I’d not long been kissing, lifted both of his arms up either side of his head and, twisting his gaze from side to side to get a good look at both of his arms, cranked down into a front double bicep. <br />
<br />
He released an obscenely hot grunt as he did so and his face suddenly contorted into an arrogant and obscenely hot grimace. It was the horniest and most surreal image. A proper bodybuilder flexing just for me! FUUUUCKKK!!<br />
<br />
AJ looked from his flexed biceps to me, his mouth curling into this sexy, smug little smirk, as I watched on in sheer awe and excitement.<br />
<br />
He relaxed from the pose, a cheeky, excitable grin on his face. AJ was clearly loving putting on a show for me and showing off his muscle. He then curled his fingers around both of the straps of his shiny green posing trunks, and with his lips pursed, he blasted out a front lat spread pose.<br />
<br />
“OOOOH!” he outrageously grunted as the lime green straps hoisted up and AJ’s tits jumped and twitched. <br />
<br />
“FUCK!” I exclaimed, in response. I couldn’t help it. A cocky grin emerged on AJ’s face as he continued to hold the pose and look down at me. He then made the most outrageously cocky move; he cheekily exclaimed, “YEAH!” and animatedly nodded his head. He looked like a man possessed as he played the part of a cocky, flexing bodybuilder.<br />
<br />
As he twisted to one side and transitioned into a side chest pose, AJ let out the hottest and most inexplicably hot grunt. “EURGH!!”<br />
<br />
Fuck! I couldn’t hold back any longer. Watching AJ pose in front of me while displaying the cockiest and most animated attitude was such an insane turn on, that I reached for my throbbing hard on and began to wank off.<br />
<br />
AJ’s eyes widened in surprise and excitement as I did so. “Fuck!” he ushered, at what was suddenly unfolding.<br />
<br />
AJ spun around and cranked his arms down into a back double bicep with a loud grizzly, grunt, which sounded a bit like, “HRRYEEAHH!” Fucking HELL! I loved how much he was getting into it. It made the whole thing just so much hotter.<br />
<br />
My eyes were transfixed on one thing only; the big, round gorgeous cheeks which made up AJ’s obscenely beefy arse, spilling out of the shiny, lime green material of his posers. I wanted to do so many things to that insanely hot arse. If AJ would let me.<br />
<br />
“OOOOOH!” AJ exclaimed as he opened up his back in a back lat spread pose, making it look wider than it ever had.<br />
<br />
He spun back around to face me, still wearing that excitable and cheeky grin. AJ then stepped closer to me, reached for my left free hand and, with an excited smirk, placed it flat over his stomach. His skin was soft and slightly sticky. I could feel the bumps of muscle underneath, and the ridges which separated them. He then threw both of his arms behind the back of his head and I knew exactly what was coming next. <br />
<br />
His face transformed into the most outrageously cocky grimace. “HSSSSS!!” AJ cranked down into an abs and thighs pose. His gorgeous, block-like tummy muscles crunched and exploded underneath my hand. I was feeling and touching the hard, flexed abs of a real life bodybuilder.<br />
<br />
“FUCK!” I cried in response, continuing to wank off. I was so close to cumming. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer. <br />
<br />
AJ bought his arms back down and, clamping his fists together, cranked down into a most muscular pose with a short, sharp, grizzly growl. His biceps popping, his shoulders looking bigger and rounder than ever and his whole upper body exploding with incredible mass. <br />
<br />
“Oh God! I’m close!” I cried, as I continued to plunge up and down on my throbbing cock. <br />
<br />
“Fuck!” AJ exclaimed, excitedly. He reached for my hand again and placed it over one of his upper arms, my fingers gripping the huge, solid, un-flexed muscle. He lifted both of his arms up and then cranked back down into a crab most muscular and I felt his warm, hard, marble-like bicep erupt and explode in my hand.<br />
<br />
“ARGGHHHH!!” he shouted loudly in my ear as he hit the pose.<br />
<br />
It was all too much. The attitude. The noise. The exploding bicep underneath my grip. “OH GOD! OH FUCK! ARRRGGGHH!!” Still squeezing AJ’s huge arm with my other hand, I screamed as my cock exploded and thick ropes of cum erupted from the head. I couldn’t stop groaning. I just kept cumming and cumming. The orgasm didn’t seem to stop. <br />
<br />
“FUCK!!” AJ exclaimed excitedly, while also releasing a few chuckles, when I’d finally stopped. <br />
<br />
“Oh God!” I panted. I was a mess. A sweaty, heaving, cum soaked mess on a post orgasmic high. I started laughing too and buried my head into AJ’s abs as he placed his hands around my back. <br />
<br />
I looked up at him. He was beaming down at me. I could tell he was still on a high from having someone cum over his flexing muscles. “Fuck!” he said, shaking his head. “That was so hot!!” I melted and grinned back at him. <br />
<br />
And then something else stole my attention. AJ was tenting his lime green posers. I grabbed the straps and pulled them down. Now it was AJ’s turn to blow his load. He groaned loudly as I swallowed his cock.<br />
<br />
I don’t really know what came over me in that moment. Just as AJ had turned into an animal when he’d been stood over me hitting pose after pose and flexing his muscles with attitude, I’d turned into some kind of horn crazed beast, determined to make the beautiful bodybuilder before me cum as hard and fast as possible.<br />
<br />
It didn’t take AJ long to give me exactly what I wanted. “I’m gonna cum!! Noah! OH GOD! ARGGHHHH!! AHHHHHHH!!” AJ shouted as he exploded in my mouth. I loved how he called out my name just before he came. Just as he’d done the first time.<br />
<br />
“That was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had!” AJ exclaimed, once he’d collapsed on the bed next to me and wrapped me up in a cuddle. “FUCK!” he added, like he couldn’t quite believe how good it was. AJ’s huge chest was heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. I giggled as I gripped his waist and tangled my ordinary sized legs with his thick thighs.<br />
<br />
“So … how was the posing?” he asked.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm!” I said, in a jokey, unenthusiastic manner. “It was okay, I guess!” I said, playfully shrugging. I looked at AJ and gave him a knowing grin and he squeezed me tight and grinned back. “I think you could do with a bit of practice, though!” I added.<br />
<br />
His eyes playfully widened. “Oh, really?!”<br />
<br />
“Mmmm. You could be a lot cockier for a start. And a lot noisier!”<br />
<br />
“Okay, I actually don’t know whether you’re still joking now!” AJ said, grinning,<br />
<br />
I squeezed his waist and gave him a reassuring grin. “I fucking LOVED it!” <br />
<br />
His mouth curled into an adorable, dreamy grin. “I kinda got that impression! I loved it too, by the way. And seeing your reaction. FUCK!”<br />
<br />
“Yeah?” I asked, biting my lip.<br />
<br />
“Mmmm. Seeing you crazy over my muscles! GRRRRR! Just makes me wanna get bigger. And more shredded!”<br />
<br />
<i>FUUUUUCK!!</i><br />
<br />
“I would one hundred per cent support that!” I said.<br />
<br />
AJ giggled. “You know you could have just asked to feel my biceps weeks ago? I would have let you!”<br />
<br />
I pulled a face. “As if I would have had the NERVE to do that!”<br />
<br />
“Well, that guy in the toilets of the pub did!”<br />
<br />
<i>That guy in the toilets isn’t falling in love with you,</i> I thought.<br />
<br />
“Don’t feel like you have to stay yes, but … how would you feel about staying over tonight?” AJ asked me. Fuck! My heart expanded in my chest.<br />
<br />
“Isn’t your mum coming back later?” I asked.<br />
<br />
AJ shrugged. “Yeah! She won’t think anything of it, though. She’ll probably ask us if we’re having a sleepover!” he said, rolling his eyes.<br />
<br />
I laughed. I could just imagine AJ’s mum saying that to us. “I’d love to!” I said, looking at AJ lovingly.<br />
<br />
He dreamily smiled at me and gave me a squeeze. “Mmmmm! Will be nice to wake up with you! My mum and Andy go to work really early too. And I get pretty horny in the morning!” <br />
<br />
I raised my eyebrows and grinned at him. “Oh, by the way. I haven’t said this to you yet, but you have a <i>really</i> hot arse!” I said.<br />
<br />
AJ’s eyes widened in surprise and he chuckled. “It’s been said before!” he said cheekily. “Yours is cute too, by the way!” <br />
<br />
For some reason, his statement really surprised me. I furrowed my eyebrows. “Have you been checking out my arse?!” I asked playfully, thinking about that very first time we’d been reunited in Tesco when I’d been doing that very thing with AJ.<br />
<br />
He mischievously grinned. “A couple of times! It looks especially good in your gym trackies! It’s really cute and pert!” Then he reached his hand around and gave one of my arse cheeks a gentle squeeze and my body tingled.<br />
<br />
“Well, yours is … FUCK! For a start, it’s HUGE!” I said. AJ beamed at me in response. “And also looks good in your gym trackies. And your work trousers. And your shorts. And your painted on jeans. And your shiny, lime green posers! And … OK, it pretty much looks hot in EVERYTHING!”<br />
<br />
AJ laughed. “Mmmmm!” he said, squeezing me. “Do you think we could just stay in bed for the rest of the week? Fuck Tesco’s. Fuck the Leisure Centre. Fuck Scorpio’s. Actually, maybe not Scorpio’s. I’d lose all my muscle. And then I wouldn’t be a bodybuilder!”<br />
<br />
I didn’t really think about what I said next. If I had, I may not have said it. “I’d still like you just as much!” I told him. And I very much believed that I would. As soon as I’d said it I felt sheepish. AJ furrowed his eyebrows slightly, like he wasn’t really sure whether to believe me, but the corner of his mouth curled into this cute little grin, and neither of us said anything more about it. <br />
<br />
AJ had been right about his mum. She’d been fine with me sleeping over. Being in AJ’s bed with the lights off, cuddling up to him under the duvet while my legs wrapped around his and he held me in his arms, being completely engulfed by his mass and his incredible scent, I couldn’t remember a time when I’d fallen asleep feeling happier or more content.<br />
<br />
But when I woke up at around five am the next morning, still in AJ’s bed but untangled from him, everything silent and still, I suddenly felt this crushing anxiety. Because I knew that whatever was happening in that moment with me and AJ wouldn’t last. That there were only so many weeks left of the summer, and then I would be going back to university, where I wouldn’t get to see AJ every day.<br />
<br />
And then, lying awake, staring at AJ’s back as he slept next to me, my thoughts started spiralling, and I couldn’t seem to stop them. I wondered whether me and AJ could make it work once I’d gone back to London. Maybe I could come back every weekend, or AJ could come down and visit me, when he could get the time off work, obviously. But would it be the same as what we had now? And would AJ even want to try and make it work?<br />
<br />
And even if he did, what would happen in a years time when I’d graduated? I’d been certain of what I wanted to do when that time came for so long. I was adamant that I wanted to get a job in publishing. That was why I was doing an English Literature degree. That was why I’d applied to do a number of work experience placements at publishing houses at the beginning of the summer, none of which I’d heard back from. And almost all of those jobs were in London. Being anywhere else, moving back to Little Denton, it had never been an option. But where would that leave me and AJ? Should I give it all in to be close to him? Could I persuade him to move to London? Would he even want to? He had his life here in Little Denton. His jobs. Scorpio’s. And all of his friends and family were here.<br />
<br />
It wasn’t like I could just really ask him, either. Just a few weeks earlier he’d been terrified to even admit that he had feelings for me. And even now we were sort of together, he wouldn’t let me tell anyone. Not even my best friend. Asking him if he’d maybe move half way across the country just to be with me would probably guarantee that he’d run for the hills and never want to see me again.<br />
<br />
I wanted so much in that moment to stop time. Or somehow make it so the summer just repeated on a loop, over and over again. I wanted to be twenty years old forever, lying next to the boy who made my heart want to burst and my head want to explode. The sweetest, most wonderful boy, who excited, aroused and turned me on more than anyone I’d ever met. <br />
<br />
I finally managed to drift off back to sleep. When I woke up a few hours later, AJ’s arm was tightly wrapped around me, his scent more powerful than ever, those early morning anxieties had faded and all of those questions were now buried somewhere deep at the back of my head. I didn’t know what was going to happen, or what would become of us, but there was one thing in that moment that I knew for sure. That I’d fallen in love with AJ Jones.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Twenty Six</b></div>
<br />
I wrapped my arms around AJ’s torso and sunk my face into his back. My cheek resting against the blue material of his Tesco polo shirt. “Mmmm!” I said, smiling as he gripped his arms around mine and squeezed. <br />
<br />
“I think you should phone in sick!” I joked.<br />
<br />
AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “Don’t tempt me!” he said, squeezing my arms further with his strong grip.<br />
<br />
“Thanks for the sleepover!” I said.<br />
<br />
“Thanks for making me cum twice last night. And again this morning!” he cheekily said. I bit my lip and grinned, still with my face sinking into his back. I probably could have just stayed in that position all day. Sinking into the boy I loved as he held me in his tight, strong grip.<br />
<br />
AJ stopped squeezing me and spun around to face me, putting his arms around my back in a cuddle and looking at me with an affectionate, happy grin. Jesus. That fucking face. He was so gorgeous it almost hurt. And he was mine. At least for the time being.<br />
<br />
I gripped both of his arms, huge and bulging out of his outrageously tight work shirt. “This fucking shirt!” I exclaimed, shaking my head and grinning. “It’s ridiculous!”<br />
<br />
“Oh, I know!” he said, sighing and playfully rolling his eyes. “Shouldn’t be such a monster should I?” And then his mouth curled into a cheeky little grin.<br />
<br />
I smiled back and bit my lip, my dick swelling under the gym trackies I was wearing from the previous night. My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket.<br />
<br />
“Ugh! I need to get moving. And you’re vibrating!” AJ said.<br />
<br />
I leaned in and kissed him before we finally parted. As I reached for my phone, I felt a pang of nerves. Because what if it was Naomi texting me again? We hadn’t mentioned the incident from earlier in the week where AJ has asked me not to tell her about us. I wasn’t sure I wanted the subject to be bought up again. At least not then.<br />
<br />
“Oh, shit!” I said out loud looking at my phone screen. I’d received a text message from Eddie asking me if I wanted to meet up the following evening. I had known I’d have to deal with that particular dilemma sooner or later.<br />
<br />
“What’s up?” AJ asked. I pulled a face and passed him my phone.<br />
<br />
He pulled his own “eeeek” face as he read Eddie’s message, but then I noticed his mouth briefly curling into a smug little grin. Like a part of him got a kick out of the fact that he’d won me over Eddie. <br />
<br />
“I’ll just tell him I’m already going out with a friend or something!” I said.<br />
<br />
AJ nodded. “Well you <i>could</i> be! I’m not working tomorrow night.” <br />
<br />
My heart fluttered. Not just at the prospect of spending another evening with AJ, but because he seemed to be proposing that we could actually go out somewhere. Earlier that morning I had wanted to freeze time. Now I wanted to fast forward it.<br />
<br />
“I mean, we probably <i>should</i> venture out at some point, rather than just spending all of our time on my bed!” he added with a mischievous grin.<br />
<br />
I was feeling brave. I furrowed my eyebrows. “What, so … kind of like a date?” I teased. I felt a pang of nerves as soon as I’d said it and wondered whether I shouldn’t have.<br />
<br />
AJ’s mouth curled into this adorable, coy grin. “Yeah!” he said, with a little shrug.<br />
<br />
“Sounds good!” I said, feeling both excited, but also oddly nervous at the prospect. Which was fucking ridiculous given how intimate I’d been with him.<br />
<br />
“What do you fancy doing?” he asked. <br />
<br />
“Erm … we could go for something to eat?” I suggested. “Or the cinema?”<br />
<br />
“Cinema sounds good! Mmmm! It’ll be hard though …” AJ said, wrapping his arms under mine once more.<br />
<br />
“What?!” I asked playfully as I sunk into his huge, muscular body.<br />
<br />
“You know what!” AJ said, as he pressed up against me.<br />
<br />
“We could sit in the back row?” I suggested. “Right in the corner!” AJ giggled and kissed me. How was I going manage without kissing him for the next day?<br />
<br />
It was ridiculous how nervous I’d felt in the build up to mine and AJ’s outing the following night. I’d seen him so many times, been naked with him, intimate with him, made him cum, so why was venturing to the cinema making my stomach twist? A part of me wished I hadn’t used the word “date” the morning before. We’d never really socialised with each other outside of his bedroom and one drunken, shot fuelled night at a pub. But even then, there’d been a group of us. And that had been before me and AJ had become more than friends. <br />
<br />
What if our trip to the cinema was awkward? What if I bored AJ with my company? What if AJ realised that what we had was mainly just sex, and that he just wanted to carry on doing what we were doing in his bedroom, but nothing more? <br />
<br />
All of those fears were racing through my mind as I got ready to venture out; a ritual which had never been particularly enjoyable for me. Naomi was always taking the piss out of me because I’d often change my clothes a dozen times before going on a night out. It wasn’t that I was vain. It was the fact that most of my clothes seemed to hate me. Not just my clothes either. Clothes in general. Nothing ever seemed to sit right on my awkward shaped body.<br />
<br />
Fate seemed to be on my side that night, though. The first thing I tried on I was actually happy with. A mint green and blue short sleeved checked shirt with a yellow t-shirt underneath. I probably wouldn’t have worn it to a pub or club, but it seemed ideal for that occasion. <br />
<br />
I very rarely liked what I saw when I looked in the mirror, but every now and then, I would have an unexpected moment where I’d look at my reflection and think, “I actually look okay!” More than just okay. Maybe even nice? <br />
<br />
I had one very such moment as I looked in my bedroom mirror in preparation for my date with AJ. There was something about my complexion and what I was wearing on that particular night. It was a strange, but nice feeling. Actually liking what I saw in the mirror. <br />
<br />
Predictably, AJ didn’t just look good. He looked insanely fucking sexy. I almost couldn’t believe <i>just</i> how sexy as he walked up to me outside the Little Denton train station. And what was more unbelievable was the fact that a man so unspeakably hot was not only here to meet me, but for an actual fucking date. <br />
<br />
My heart fluttered as he approached me. Much like me, none of AJ’s clothes seem to fit right. But while my clothes didn’t fit in a bad way, AJ’s didn’t fit in the hottest way possible. He was wearing his painted on jeans again. Jesus! How long did it take him to squeeze his monster thighs into <i>those</i> things? He had a white t-shirt on, his huge, tanned, ridiculously muscular arms bulging out. And over it, a black North Face gilet, puffed out to a laughable degree, which, amazingly, made him look like even more of a monster than he did normally.<br />
<br />
He couldn’t stop smiling. This dizzy grin plastered all over his gorgeous little face as he approached me. Was that because of <i>me</i>? Fuck. HOW was that possible?!<br />
<br />
“You look nice!” he said. I internally laughed at how ridiculous it was that a man so unspeakably hot was complimenting me on my appearance.<br />
<br />
I so badly wanted to hold AJ’s hand as we stood on the train station platform. To simply lean in and give him a quick kiss. Like straight couples do so freely and easily all of the time. Most of them not realising how extremely lucky they are that they can be affectionate with the people they’re romantically linked with in public.<br />
<br />
I noticed people staring as we waited for the train to arrive. But it wasn’t at us. They probably just assumed we were two straight mates going out somewhere on a Saturday night. They were staring at the huge, muscular muscle bull bursting out of his sprayed on jeans and North Face gilet. <br />
<br />
“There’s a big lad over there!” I heard one man cry as we boarded the train. I can’t deny that I loved it. That AJ caused such a stir just from his appearance. <br />
<br />
He sat opposite me on the train, his arm spilling out into the next seat. There was no way anyone could have sat there without half of their body being in the aisle of the carriage. It wasn’t awkward like I’d feared, but there were moments where a fear slipped in. That I wasn’t being the same person I was when we were sitting in his car on the way to Scorpio’s, or cuddled up on his bed.<br />
<br />
“Is your phone on silent?” AJ asked me. <br />
<br />
“Erm …” I realised it was a bit of a weird question as I got my phone out of my pocket to check. And then I saw why he’d asked. I had a text message from him. He’d obviously sent it a few minutes before when he’d been messing with his phone.<br />
<br />
I gave him a confused look, while excitedly grinning and reading the text.<br />
<br />
“You look so cute tonight. I’m having lots of naughty thoughts!”<br />
<br />
I bit my lip and giddy grinned as he smiled back at me, looking rather pleased with himself.<br />
<br />
I started to text him back. It was weird texting him while he was watching me. I suddenly felt pressure to be cute and witty.<br />
<br />
“And you look hot as FUCK!! But then you always do!”<br />
<br />
AJ grinned like crazy as my text came through and he read it.<br />
<br />
I had a flash of inspiration. “You do know you’re practically taking up two seats though?” I text.<br />
<br />
He let out a short, sharp laugh as he read my text, then pulled a face. “Ooops!” he said out loud.<br />
<br />
AJ’s eyes then went south and seemed to widen comically. He then started tapping away at his phone again.<br />
<br />
His text came through. “HAVE YOU GOT A HARD ON??”<br />
<br />
I laughed when I read it. And maybe blushed a little. “Ooops!” I said out loud, but quietly.<br />
<br />
He grinned, bit his lip and gave me a look like he wanted to ravish me right there and then on the train. He then pushed the end of his trainer up against mine so they were touching and we stayed like that for the rest of the journey.<br />
<br />
AJ paid for my cinema ticket without asking me. “You can pay next time!“ he told me, with a cheeky grin. <br />
<br />
I hadn’t planned on trying anything with him in the actual cinema, but once the lights had dimmed and we were sat on the back row without many people either side of us, I found myself wondering if there was a possibility that we could get away with being affectionate. So I, somewhat nervously, pushed my leg against AJ’s, and he responded by pushing mine back with more force. Then, amazingly, he intertwined his fingers with mine so he was holding my hand and didn’t let go until the film had finished. It was such a fucking rush. Holding hands with the boy I loved in public. <br />
<br />
There were even a few surprise scary bits in the film, where AJ jumped and squeezed my hand harder. I found it so fucking adorable that AJ jumped more than I did. <br />
<br />
“I didn’t expect that to be so jumpy! The other Jurassic Parks weren’t like that!” he said, when the film had finished and we were spilling out of the cinema with the audience. <br />
<br />
“You were practically jumping out of your seat!” I teased. <br />
<br />
AJ playfully nudged my shoulder with his. “Fuck off!” he said, grinning. <br />
<br />
“Hey, Noah!”<br />
<br />
<i>OH FUCK!</i><br />
<br />
My heart jumped into my throat. I recognised his voice straight away. Sure enough, suddenly standing in front of me was Eddie, with a female friend by his side.<br />
<br />
“Hey!” I said, nervously. God, it was awkward.<br />
<br />
He introduced me to his friend. “Erm … you remember AJ!” I said, nervously. I was sure that I was blushing. Fuck!<br />
<br />
“Yeah! How could I forget?” Eddie said, giving AJ an ominous grin. <br />
<br />
<i>He suspects nothing!</i> I told myself. But I was so nervous. More than I probably should have been. AJ didn't seem nervous at all. Or at least he didn’t show it. <br />
<br />
Eddie’s friend seemed to know who I was. He’d obviously told her about me. She seemed a little shocked at AJ’s appearance, though. Even a little intimidated. <i>Bless her,</i> I thought.<br />
<br />
We chatted for a few minutes about what films we were there to see, then said our goodbyes. “Give me a text!” Eddie said as we parted ways. I internally breathed a sigh of relief as we walked away, while also feeling a stab of guilt. Because I had no intention of doing any such thing. <br />
<br />
“That was awkward!!” I said to AJ as left the cinema. <br />
<br />
He pulled an “eeeek” face, but was wearing an excitable grin at the same time. Like he’d gotten a kick out of the encounter. Or maybe he was just feeling smug again that he’d beaten Eddie and won the guy? I still couldn’t really believe that I was the guy in question.<br />
<br />
“We’ve got some time before our last train home!” AJ said, looking at his watch. “Shall we go for a quick drink?”<br />
<br />
“Sure!” I said, feeling a sudden excitement at the thought. <br />
<br />
“One of the places you go to?” he suggested.<br />
<br />
We ended up going to the first pub that Eddie and I went to on our first date. The slightly trashy, darkly lit place with no attitude. Predictably, AJ drew a lot of attention. We got some drinks and found a spot against a wall. We stood drinking for a little while, before AJ made his move and put his hand on my waist and went in for a kiss. I had imagined that he might be nervous about being affectionate with me in public, but he didn’t seem it. In fact, he looked just as content as I was feeling. I can’t deny that I felt a kick at the fact that a boy so huge and muscular was pressed up against me with his ridiculously thick arms around my waist. But it was more than that. I felt proud to be his. <br />
<br />
As I clung to AJ’s back and rested my chin on his shoulder, I noticed guys from various corners of the bar staring at us. Some looked kind of intimated, while others were watching us in a strange sort of awe. And then there were two young guys, who seemed to be looking on in judgement, whispering to each other and smirking. <br />
<br />
In other circumstances those two guys may have annoyed me. But in that particular moment, wrapped around the beautiful bodybuilder I’d fallen in love with, I didn’t really care what they thought. Whether they were wondering what someone as hot as AJ was doing with me, or whether they were just turning their nose up at how huge and muscular he was. The only thing I felt was an unexpected sort of hope. That they’d one day find someone as special as AJ, who made them feel even half of how he made me feel.muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-21857473161560254062018-10-17T19:45:00.003+01:002018-10-20T21:34:12.312+01:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 8)<b>"I couldn’t stop grinning as I stood on AJ’s doorstep waiting for him to
answer the door. I wondered in that moment whether it was possible for
someone to spontaneously combust from excitement. Never did I anticipate
AJ to open the door wearing nothing but a pair of the cutest, bright
red boxer shorts and an excitable, mischievous grin. His perfectly round
muscle tits and gorgeous, tummy bursting ab blocks on full, glorious
display."</b><br />
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It's time for part 8 of "AJ & Noah". The last part ended with AJ and Noah finally giving into their feelings for each other. Now that the build up is over, the story takes a slight shift with the two lads embracing and exploring the fact they are now more than friends.<br />
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Thank you so much for everyone who has stuck with this so far! The story has a ton of followers on the Muscle Growth forums which I am just blown away by and I know I've managed to convert a few people to following it on there but judging by the viewing figures and the few comments posted here, I know there's people who are still reading it here on the blog too. There's still LOADS more to come so I really hope you guys enjoy the rest of it!<br />
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WARNING: This part contains lots of kissing, tons of cuddling, and maybe even a bit of cheeky flexing!!<br />
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<b>Twenty One</b></div>
<br />
I just wanted to stay lying on AJ’s bed forever. With my head resting on his huge chest, my legs wrapped around his and my arm stretched across his midsection while I gripped his waist and felt his gorgeous bubbles of ab muscle underneath my skin.<br />
<br />
I looked at the assorted pictures of muscle freaks on AJ’s bedroom wall. Blaine Holton, Chris “Freaky Peaks” Jackson and AJ, himself, shredded and tanned and cranking out an insane crab most muscular pose in his shiny lime green posing trunks. I couldn’t believe that I’d just had sex with that <i>very</i> bodybuilder. That I’d just made him cum. That his arm was now wrapped tightly around me and I was resting my head on those very pecs he was proudly and cheekily showing off on a bodybuilding stage. <br />
<br />
AJ kissed me gently on the forehead, then just rested his lips against it. Everything felt perfect in that moment. I had no worries, no doubts and no anxieties as to what might happen next. It was just me and AJ, basking in our own private heaven. When I lifted my head up, AJ was smiling down at me with such affection. This ecstatic little grin. I felt like I was his. And it was the most intoxicating feeling.<br />
<br />
“Hello!” he playfully and cheekily said.<br />
<br />
“Hey!” I replied. <br />
<br />
AJ bit his lip, and his mouth curled into an even bigger grin that seemed to fill up half of his face. He squeezed me just a little bit tighter and I gripped his waist tighter in response. My stomach pressed up against his side. My leg on top of his. I wanted to just melt into his skin.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t believe where I was. What I was doing. Half an hour before I was sitting in AJ’s bathroom having what felt like some sort of a breakdown and wondering whether I was ever going to see him again. Now I was pressed against his naked body, his arm wrapped tightly around me. <br />
<br />
“What ya thinking?” AJ asked, still grinning, and obviously sensing that something was going through my head.<br />
<br />
I coyly grinned in response. “Dunno! I just … can’t quite believe this is actually happening!”<br />
<br />
He gave an adorable little sigh and looked at me with his loving smile. “I know,” he said. Then his eyes opened wide in a comical fashion. “We’re naked!” he exclaimed.<br />
<br />
I grinned like crazily and he squeezed him tighter still. A million questions were racing through my head. Looking at me the way he was, AJ no longer looked even remotely scared or nervous. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect time to ask him what I wanted.<br />
<br />
“Can I ask you a question?” I said, still a little warily.<br />
<br />
His mouth erupted into this goofy, adorable, knowing grin. It was like he’d expected it.<br />
<br />
“Hmmmm!” he replied in a teasing tone. <br />
<br />
“Was that … a new thing for you?”<br />
<br />
“Mmmm. New-ish!” AJ replied, wincing, but still grinning. He inhaled and exhaled and I felt his chest heave up and down beneath me. “You’re my second guy!” he confessed.<br />
<br />
It was completely unexpected, but I felt a sharp stab of disappointment at AJ’s confession. I guess somewhere deep down I’d been hoping that I would be his first.<br />
<br />
“Could you tell?” he then adorably asked, biting his lip.<br />
<br />
“NO!” I reassured him, even though I had been able to a little.<br />
<br />
He gave me a cute, knowing little grin in response. I think he knew that I wasn’t being completely honest with him.<br />
<br />
“Soooo … are you gay?” I asked, a little cautiously.<br />
<br />
He pulled a face. “Ummm. I don’t think so? I mean, I’ve always liked girls. I still do. I think?” He didn’t look really so sure. And then his expression changed. He didn’t look nervous. Just a little pensive. “I’m guess I’m still trying to work it all out.”<br />
<br />
I looked at AJ and gave him a reassuring smile. I didn’t care what he was. Gay. Bi. Confused. All that mattered was how he made me feel. How it felt like my insides were exploding every time he was near me. How completely amazing it was to be touching him and looking at him in the way that I was. <br />
<br />
I leant into his face and kissed him gently. God, I loved kissing him. Even though my mouth was kind of dry. I didn’t care. I would have kissed him a hundred times more over the chance of having my mouth feel normal again. <br />
<br />
“So … this other guy!” I playfully said, with one eyebrow raised.<br />
<br />
He bit this lip. “Yeeeah?” he asked teasingly.<br />
<br />
“You don’t tell have to tell if you don’t want to!”<br />
<br />
He was smiling back at me playfully. “It was last summer!” he explained. “About a week before a show.”<br />
<br />
Fuck! It was absurd given what had just happened, but I was instantly jealous. Some lucky fucker had been with AJ while he’d been in shredded competition condition. <br />
<br />
“And it was at Scorpio’s!” he confessed, with a little, mischievous smirk.<br />
<br />
My eyes widened in shock. Fuck! Was AJ about to confess that he’d had impromptu sex with another bodybuilder in the changing rooms of the notorious hardcore bodybuilding gym he‘d been taking me to? <br />
<br />
“No way!” I replied.<br />
<br />
He gave me a little nod and had a mischievous and excited look on his face. <br />
<br />
“Where?!” I asked.<br />
<br />
He pulled an “eeeek” face. “In the showers!”<br />
<br />
“That was a bit risky!” I exclaimed.<br />
<br />
AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “Well it was a Saturday night so the gym was pretty dead! And, well … it wasn’t exactly a planned thing!” he explained.<br />
<br />
“So what happened?” <br />
<br />
“Mmmm. Well it was this random guy. I’d never seen him in the gym before!”<br />
<br />
“Bodybuilder?” I asked, my voice cracking.<br />
<br />
“No! He was fairly big though!”<br />
<br />
My stomach twisted a little. Because how could I compete with a guy like that?<br />
<br />
“He gave me few looks when I was training but I’m kinda used to that, so I thought nothing of it! Anyway, afterwards I took a shower, and he came in after me and started talking to me. Just about supplements and stuff. And he said I looked good. But I didn’t think anything of it. It was just regular gym talk! <br />
<br />
So I was telling him about this supplement I was taking that was giving me these <i>crazy</i> pumps and the next thing I knew he was asking me to flex and then he started feeling my bicep. It all just felt really friendly at first. But then, I dunno … the atmosphere sort of changed. And I remember looking down and he had this <i>massive</i> hard on! I didn’t know what the fuck was happening. Then he started touching my other bicep. And then my pecs. And I suddenly started to get hard too. I thought it was maybe just the roids I was on? But, I dunno. I liked him touching me. Really liked it.<br />
<br />
And the next thing I knew, he was kneeling down, and then he was … sucking me off! I remember putting my hand on his head, feeling his hair, and it just felt <i>right</i>? And afterwards he hugged me. Just for about five seconds. But I remember wanting that hug to last longer. To just kinda stay like that with him for a while.”<br />
<br />
He looked a little sheepish as he confessed that last part and his cheeks flushed a little Hearing that just made me want to fucking melt. I squeezed him and dreamily grinned at him and he gave me this adorable, coy, little grin in response.<br />
<br />
“Did you see him again?” I asked.<br />
<br />
“Only once!” AJ replied. “A few weeks after it happened he came into the gym. I kinda freaked out and left!” he explained. I couldn’t help detect a slight hint of sadness in AJ’s voice at that particular confession.<br />
<br />
“Is that really bad?” he asked, wincing and looking at me nervously. It felt like he was worried I would judge him.<br />
<br />
I smiled and shook my head. “No! You were scared. I completely get it!”<br />
<br />
His face softened. “I think it’s like you said last week. About knowing in the back of your head that you like guys, but not really wanting to face up to it? I think the fact I always thought I liked girls just made the whole thing more confusing. I thought that maybe if I just ignored it, I wouldn’t have to deal with it? So I did for a while. But then … I dunno, I started thinking about what happened with that guy. A lot! And finding myself more attracted to lads. And I think I finally just thought to myself, is it really that big of a deal if I’m attracted to guys too?<br />
<br />
And I’ve thought about doing stuff. I’ve seen guys at the gym who I think might be into lads. And I’ve thought about talking to them. I’ve even thought about going on one of those gay dating apps. But … I dunno. It all seemed a bit scary!”<br />
<br />
I gave him a reassuring smile and squeezed his waist. <br />
<br />
“And then … you came along!” AJ said, biting his lip and giving me this adorable, sheepish little look. I couldn’t help but giddily grin, while gazing at him.<br />
<br />
“So … when did you know?” I asked. <br />
<br />
His mouth erupted into a cheeky grin. “That I liked you?”<br />
<br />
My heart fluttered like crazy. Just hearing him say the words. That he liked me. Fuck! <br />
<br />
I nodded. He took another deep breath. “Ummm … I think it was when we started messaging each other on Facebook? Every time you messaged me, even just seeing your name on my screen, I’d get <i>really</i> excited. And then … I just found myself thinking about you. A LOT! And then, whenever I was with you, I’d just start having all these thoughts. And … urges!” he said, playfully raising one eyebrow.<br />
<br />
“<i>Urges?</i>” I cheekily asked. “What kind of urges?” I teased. <br />
<br />
Suddenly I was rock hard. My dick digging into the side of one of AJ’s thick thighs. He gave me a little squeeze.<br />
<br />
“Like I wanted to kiss you!” AJ said. <br />
<br />
I leant in and we kissed again. The most <i>amazing</i> kiss. <br />
<br />
“And other stuff!” AJ cheekily added with his eyebrow raised.<br />
<br />
“You know what you were saying last week?” AJ asked. “About really liking someone. When you can’t stop thinking about them? All that stuff about feeling butterflies. That’s how I feel about you.”<br />
<br />
<i>Fuck! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!</i><br />
<br />
“I was kinda talking about you too!” I confessed, feeling those fuck off massive butterflies more than ever.<br />
<br />
“That was risky!” he said.<br />
<br />
“I think the alcohol made be brave!”<br />
<br />
AJ chuckled. “You must have had an inkling that I liked you, though?”<br />
<br />
“Ummm. Actually I didn’t! Well … not since what happened on Saturday. Hmmm. Maybe last Thursday?”<br />
<br />
AJ bit his lip. “The leg thing?” he cheekily asked. I nodded, feeling excited that we were broaching the subject.<br />
<br />
“I dunno what came over me!” AJ said. “I was just … GRRRR … <i>dying</i> to touch you. I think I was kind of hoping you’d react? ”<br />
<br />
“I didn’t know what was happening!” I explained. “I mean, the idea of <i>you</i> liking me. It’s pretty fucking crazy!” <br />
<br />
“Why?!” AJ asked, sincerely.<br />
<br />
“Ummm … HOT BODYBUILDER!” I exclaimed looking him and down. I felt a jolt of excitement at being able to describe AJ to him in that way. I never thought I would. AJ beamed and laughed in response.<br />
<br />
“Plus, I just kept telling myself you were straight!” I explained. <br />
<br />
“So … same question to you!” AJ said. “When did you know you liked me?”<br />
<br />
“Erm … I think it was the Facebook messages too,” I replied. I didn’t really feel like admitting to AJ that I’d been pretty much obsessing about him since the afternoon we’d bumped into each other at Tesco. Or that I’d been wanking off to pictures of him in competition that very same day. I felt like I needed to give him something a bit more though, even if it wouldn’t be the whole picture.<br />
<br />
“Although …” I began, feeling brave. AJ smirked, like he knew what I was about to say next. “I did kinda fancy you a bit before then!” <br />
<br />
AJ was suddenly beaming. The big, smug grin. “Yeah?” he excitedly said, raising an eyebrow.<br />
<br />
I playfully rolled my eyes. “Ummm … YEAH!” He did one of his cute, little giggle in response. <br />
<br />
“Could you not tell?” I asked, my stomach twisting just a little.<br />
<br />
“A little!” he said with a mischievous grin.<br />
<br />
I sheepishly grinned back and felt my cheeks flushing. So he <i>had</i> known all along. Fuck! <br />
<br />
“I thought maybe it was just the body?” AJ said.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. Well that was part of it! But … it wasn’t just that!” I confessed, suddenly feeling a little shy. He gave me a little squeeze and continue to dreamily grin at me.<br />
<br />
“It was the waddle too!” I added. AJ gave a short, sharp laugh in response, and my chest fluttered. The way it always did when I made AJ laugh. <br />
<br />
“So …” AJ began, lightly rubbing my arm with his hand. He suddenly looked serious. “Is what we’re doing OK here?” <br />
<br />
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “In what way?”<br />
<br />
“Well … aren’t you kinda seeing Eddie? I know you said you didn’t “<i>like</i> like him”, but I don’t wanna step on anyone’s toes!”<br />
<br />
The fact that that was a concern for AJ spoke volumes. “I honestly think of Eddie as more of a friend. And I know I said he likes me! But I’ve seen only seen him, like three times?”<br />
<br />
AJ’s expression softened and his moth curled into a happy little grin in response. “He definitely likes you!” he said. “I can tell.” <br />
<br />
And then he looked serious again. “And I’m sorry about just storming off on Saturday. Seeing you with him. I dunno … it just <i>did</i> something to me. It wasn’t just the kissing, either. It was before then. Just seeing you two together.” <br />
<br />
I remembered how AJ had seemed bothered about something in the lead up to him leaving, whilst I’d been chatting to Eddie. I squeezed his back with my hand. It was completely absurd that AJ would think that he’d have anything to worry about where Eddie was concerned. As nice of a guy as Eddie was, my feelings for AJ were completely incomparable. <br />
<br />
“Eddie’s <i>really</i> nice. But …” and then I leant him and softly kissed him. I wanted to say, “He’s not you,” but the kiss seemed to be enough.<br />
<br />
“So ... did you <i>buy</i> me the hoodie?” I said, teasingly.<br />
<br />
AJ looked sheepish but grinned. “Kinda!”<br />
<br />
“And it wasn’t really your friend’s birthday on Saturday was it?”<br />
<br />
“I just really wanted to see you again. And …I guess I was kind of hoping something might finally happen?” AJ confessed.<br />
<br />
I dreamily grinned at him and gently kissed him. I was rock hard again. “Mmmmm!” AJ said as my hard on dug into the side of his thigh. We squeezed each other tighter. As I sunk my head into AJ’s thick bull neck, he gripped my rock hard dick and squeezed. I groaned into his trap muscle and gripped his back with my hand.<br />
<br />
As he worked his hand up and down my cock, I unburied my head and look down at the obscenely muscular body I was pressed so tightly up against. I put my hand on AJ’s right thick pec. The place where the emblem of his Scorpio’s gym hoodie usually sat, and the place where the name badge had been pinned that very first time I ran into him a month before. I smiled as I remembered that very encounter. How I’d been shocked at how huge my old friend from school had become. How outrageously big his arms were and how his massive tits had strained and bulged through the material of his work shirt. And now I was touching those same tits, before moving my hand to those very huge arms and giving them a squeeze, while the owner of them played with my cock.<br />
<br />
My nose rubbed against AJ’s, and then we were kissing again. Mouths locked and tongues intertwined. The most passionate kiss as I gripped and squeezed onto his phenomenally thick, hard as rock arms, and AJ bought me ever closer to cumming, until I couldn’t contain it any longer. Still kissing AJ, taking in his unique scent, feeling his huge, hard mass against me, his warm, soft, sticky skin on mine, I released loud muffled groans into his mouth as I gripped his enormous upper arms and my whole body exploded with ecstasy. <br />
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<b>Twenty Two</b></div>
<br />
“OMG! Did you hear about the latest episode of AJ and Noah In The Land of Beef?”<br />
<br />
I grinned ecstatically into my phone as I read AJ’s Facebook message. I’d woken up that morning wondering whether the night before had been some kind of dream. Or whether I’d slipped into some crazy teen film where the slim, bookish muscle addict gets the hottest and biggest muscle guy in town. Like some kind of warped, British muscle addict version of Sixteen Candles.<br />
<br />
“Oooh, no! What’s it about?” I typed, playing along.<br />
<br />
Three dots.<br />
<br />
“Get this. AJ and Noah…GET IT ON!!”<br />
<br />
I sent through the monkey face covering his mouth emoji then followed it up with text. “What, you mean…” and then I sent three more emojis. The two boys holding hands, the aubergine that people use as a dick and the water splash.<br />
<br />
“HAHAHA!! Yep!” AJ typed.<br />
<br />
“Was it a hit with viewers?”<br />
<br />
“Oh a MASSIVE hit! One viewer in particular loved it!” And then he sent two emojis. The blushing face with the eyes wide open and the best one of them all. The AJ emoji.<br />
<br />
Three dots. AJ was tying another message.<br />
<br />
“People have been asking me all morning why I look so happy, by the way!” I melted as I pictured a giddy looking AJ waddling around Tesco and bulging out of his tight fitted, polo work shirt with a huge, giddy grin on his painfully gorgeous face. All because of me.<br />
<br />
“Hehe!! My mum actually asked me a similar thing. I think she’s a bit suspicious! Even more so than usual!” And then I sent the eye rolling emoji.<br />
<br />
“Haha! Oh shit! My break’s over. Better get back to work!” AJ typed. He sent a frowning face emoji and my heart dropped. But his next message was about to pick me up again.<br />
<br />
“See you at about five!”<br />
<br />
Fuck! We hadn’t discussed plans to meet up again that day. I sent him three question marks while all the time feeling incredibly excited. <br />
<br />
“Oh yeah. Forgot to tell you. You’re coming round to mine later.” AJ messaged.<br />
<br />
<i>Fucking, fucking YES!!</i><br />
<br />
I loved how cheeky and forthright AJ was being, but I couldn’t resist playing along. “Oh, AM I now?” I messaged.<br />
<br />
“Yep! Unless you want me to pick you up at yours so I can have a chat with your mum?”<br />
<br />
“DON’T YOU DARE!” I typed.<br />
<br />
Three dots.<br />
<br />
“HAHA!! See you at mine then!” And then he sent me an emoji he’d never sent before. The one with the face blowing a kiss with the little heart near it’s mouth.<br />
<br />
“Oooh, I can’t keep up with you!” my mum said as I stood in the kitchen after informing her I was going out. “Yesterday you were miserable as sin and today you look like the cat who got the cream!” <br />
<br />
<i>Hmmm. Or the horn crazed, beef obsessed muscle addict who got the huge, cute, gorgeous bodybuilder!</i><br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes and shook my head but couldn’t help smiling at her comment. There was clearly no point trying to hide how happy I was.<br />
<br />
“Am I ever gonna get to meet this mystery boyfriend?” she asked.<br />
<br />
“NO! Because he doesn’t exist!” I informed her.<br />
<br />
“Well someone’s got your head in a tizzy. I hope he’s worth it!”<br />
<br />
I smirked. <i>Oh, he’s definitely worth it,</i> I thought. <i>Fucking HELL is he worth it!</i> <br />
<br />
I couldn’t stop grinning as I stood on AJ’s doorstep waiting for him to answer the door. I wondered in that moment whether it was possible for someone to spontaneously combust from excitement. Never did I anticipate AJ to open the door wearing nothing but a pair of the cutest, bright red boxer shorts and an excitable, mischievous grin. His perfectly round muscle tits and gorgeous, tummy bursting ab blocks on full, glorious display.<br />
<br />
As soon as AJ had shut the door, he’d spun around and was wrapping his huge arms around my back, pressing his outrageously muscular body against mine and kissing me with an intense passion. <i>This can NOT be happening,</i> I thought. Maybe I’d fallen asleep on Sunday night and hadn’t woken up since? Maybe the previous twenty hours had all been one long, amazing dream where the huge, gorgeous competitive bodybuilder I’d spent the past month pining over decided that, against all odds imaginable, he actually wanted me back?<br />
<br />
“Hello!” he cheekily said as we parted lips, and were both just looking at each other, still fully embraced.<br />
<br />
“Hey! Nice pants!” I exclaimed. <br />
<br />
He giggled. One of his cute, little giggles I loved so much. “I didn’t think it was worth getting dressed!” he shrugged, with a straight face, before his mouth curled into one of his heart meltingly gorgeous grins.<br />
<br />
Pressed up against AJ’s body, his abs pushing into the fabric of my t-shirt, sinking into his enormous arms, I was rock hard. My cock was pushing into his crotch. Fuck! “Mmmm!” AJ said, with a cheeky raised eyebrow, as he squeezed me tighter still.<br />
<br />
“We’ve got about an hour before my mum and Andy come home!” AJ informed me, excitedly.<br />
<br />
He withdrew from me, wrapped his fingers around mine and led me upstairs. I followed him, my heart bursting in my chest, because I was actually holding hands with AJ Jones. I don’t know what was a hotter sight. His bare, gorgeously tanned and obscenely muscular back or his enormous arse stretching the bright red material of his cute little boxers. Fucking GRRRR.<br />
<br />
As soon as AJ’s bedroom door was closed, my back was pressed up against it and his body was pushed against mine and we were kissing passionately again. My hands running over him, exploring his muscle bull body. Feeling the lumps and bumps on his incredible back and gripping into his enormous upper arms as my throbbing hard on pushed against his. <br />
<br />
He lifted up my t-shirt and practically pulled it off my body, then unbuckled my belt and pulled off my jeans. It was like he couldn’t wait to undress me. The day before I had mostly been in the driving seat. That day, however, AJ seemed to want to take charge. <br />
<br />
“Fuck!” AJ exclaimed as my hard cock stuck out a mile through my black boxer shorts. And then he bent down, squeezed my cock and gently tugged it through the material. I released a whimpered groan and as I gripped onto AJ’s shoulder blades with both hands. He then pulled down my boxer shorts, freeing my fully erect, throbbing cock, before gripping onto it and giving it a few tugs. There was no doubt about it, AJ was most <i>definitely</i> taking charge. And I had absolutely no complaints.<br />
<br />
If AJ was nervous about what he did next, he definitely didn’t show it. Squeezing my cock near the base, he placed his lips around the head and began to gently dance his mouth and tongue around it. Given he’d never done it before, he was exceptionally fucking good at working my cock with his mouth. And he seemed to be enjoying it too, given the cute little groans he was making. I ran my fingers through his soft hair. It was such a beautiful image. Looking down and seeing his huge boulder shoulders, thick traps and lumpy, muscular, tanned back. AJ looked up at me, with my throbbing head still in his mouth and I gave him this ecstatic little grin. <br />
<br />
When he finally freed his mouth, he exclaimed, “Fuck! This is so horny!” He seemed to be studying my cock. Looking at in awe and admiration. It was like I was watching him explore his sexuality before my eyes. I was watching him discover that a hard, throbbing, cum filled cock can be so immensely horny. Even fucking beautiful. And then he placed his lips on it once again and started sucking. He clearly loved sucking it as much as I had loved sucking his the day before.<br />
<br />
Soon after, AJ’s cute, red boxers had come off and we’d made our way to his bed. As amazing and special as being with AJ had been the day before, there had definitely been a slight wariness on both of our parts. That seemed to have diminished that day. It felt like both of us were a lot less inhibited with each other. <br />
<br />
Even though I’d seen and felt AJ’s incredible body less than twenty hours before, I was no less amazed by it. I couldn’t quite fathom just how huge and muscular the body intertwined with mine was. <br />
<br />
I placed my hands on AJ’s rock hard shoulders. Felt the huge muscle struggling underneath his abnormally thin, lightly tanned skin. And then I was feeling the thick pec muscle bulging through his chest. Huge and obscenely developed. Fuck! And then my hand slid to one of his arms. A crazily thick, outrageously huge arm. I dug my fingers in and squeezed, releasing a little groan as I did. <br />
<br />
I looked at AJ, his cute face mere inches away from mine. He had this smug, even slightly cocky, grin on his face. He seemed to be enjoying the fact that I was exploring his body and feeling his muscles. I pressed my forehead against and rubbed his nose with mine, all the time squeezing his arm still. I’d never worshipped muscle before, but it suddenly felt like that was what I was doing. I was totally amazed by his body, and just how huge his arm felt in my fingers.<br />
<br />
AJ looked at me, then down at the arm I was clutching and gently bit his lip. And then the most incredible thing happened. With my fingers still gripped on his arm, AJ gently flexed his bicep.<br />
<br />
“FUCK!” I exclaimed, as a huge, ball of rock hard, marble-like muscle erupted under my fingers. “Oh, FUCK!” I said, again, barely able to believe what was happening. AJ looked surprised, but excited. <br />
<br />
“Yeah?” he asked me in a sexy, hushed tone, as if asking me if him flexing was doing it for me. <br />
<br />
“Fuck yeah!” I exclaimed, still squeezing the insane bicep muscle before me. And then AJ flexed harder in response. Fuck, fuck, fucking, fucking, FUCK! I was doing the thing I had fantasised about doing since I’d looked through my very first muscle magazine at the age of fifteen. I was squeezing the flexed bicep of an actual, real life, competitive bodybuilder. And it was every bit as surreal, amazing and immensely erotic as I had always imagined it to be.<br />
<br />
“Oh God!” I groaned as AJ flexed harder. He seemed to be getting a kick out of my reaction. All of a sudden, he gently pursed his lips in a slightly cocky manner, as if to say, “Fuck yeah! Feel that huge fucking bicep, boy!” <br />
<br />
He bit his bottom lip and released this sexy little grunt. “God yeah!” I exclaimed, further. His pursed his lips more, his face turning into arrogance grimace. He grunted louder as he flexed. This obscenely hot, cocky, little grunt. Holy fucking HELL!<br />
<br />
“Oh God!” I groaned. My dick was going mad. Juddering and leaking pre cum. I reached for it with my other hand and started pounding. I just couldn’t stop myself.<br />
<br />
“Yeah?” he said to me, as if asking if I wanted him to grunt more and be cockier. “Fuck yeah!” I said.<br />
<br />
There was no holding AJ back then. He flexed harder, looked me straight in the eye, scrunched up his face, snapped open his mouth and released a hush, “YEAH!” right in my face! Fuuuuuck!<br />
<br />
The bicep. The attitude. It was all too much. “OH GOD! I think I’m gonna cum!” I whimpered, as I pounded harder. I couldn’t stop it even I’d wanted to.<br />
<br />
“GRRRR! YEAAHH!!” AJ growled, as he screwed up his face and continued to flex his bicep. It was the final move to tip me over the edge,<br />
<br />
“OH FUCK! OH GOD! ARGGGGGHHHHH!” <br />
<br />
As I squeezed AJ’s rock hard bicep, and looked at his gorgeous face, contorted in the sexiest and cockiest manner imaginable as my toes curled, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and a fountain of cum pumped out of my cock.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t stop groaning. Loud shouts of orgasmic pleasure as my whole body juddered and spasmed underneath the huge, hard, warm mass of AJ’s body. <br />
<br />
AJ started laughing and I was laughing too. “Thank God no one’s in!” he exclaimed. <br />
<br />
“Oh God! Fuck!” I was panting, out of breathe, but still laughing. I gripped onto AJ’s body. I was a hot, sweaty, cum soaked mess, stuck to the obscenely muscular body of the boy who’d just fulfilled one of my muscle worship fantasies and made me spunk with a single flex of his bicep.<br />
<br />
I winced, bit my lip and looked at AJ warily. I was on the most post orgasmic high, but feeling slightly nervous about the fact that I’d given away just how much power his muscles had on me. <br />
<br />
“Sorry! I just really needed to cum!” I explained.<br />
<br />
AJ was grinning like mad. “Don’t apologise! God! That was fucking HOT!!” <br />
<br />
“Yeah?” I asked, still a little nervous but excited at his reaction. AJ nodded. “Fuck yeah!!” And then he did a gentle “Mmmm!” in my ear. I sunk my head into his warm, thick neck, and gripped on to his muscular back. I was back where I had been the night before. The place I just wanted to stay forever.<br />
<br />
“So … I’m guessing you kinda like my biceps?” he added, with a cheeky grin.<br />
<br />
Oh god! There was no point trying to play anything down at that point.<br />
<br />
“Ummm … just a bit!” I replied, giving him a sheepish grin. <br />
<br />
AJ couldn’t stop grinning. I knew it was time to confess to AJ just how much I liked his biceps. Not only that, but I suddenly really want to. <br />
<br />
I took a deep breath. “Okay, I have a bit of a confession!” I began. My chest tightened a little. I wasn’t completely sure whether I was doing the right thing, but I had a feeling I knew what AJ’s response was going to be. Furthermore, I was actually excited to see his reaction.<br />
<br />
“I … kind of have a bit of a thing for bodybuilders!” I confessed.<br />
<br />
“NO!” AJ said, sarcastically, pretending to be shocked.<br />
<br />
I giggled and playfully rolled my eyes. I knew he didn’t fully understand what I was confessing.<br />
<br />
“Well … not so much a <i>bit</i> of a thing. More like a <i>big</i> thing!” Oh God. I suddenly felt nervous again.<br />
<br />
“Okay!” AJ said with one eyebrow raised. “How big are we talking?”<br />
<br />
I winced. “Like, I kind of know the names of all the big pros!”<br />
<br />
“No way!” AJ said, excitedly.<br />
<br />
I nodded. “I knew the names of all those guys before you told me!” I said, gesturing to the pictures of the shredded, competitive bodybuilders on AJ’s wall.<br />
<br />
“You’re kidding!” AJ said. “Why didn’t you say?”<br />
<br />
I pulled a face. “Well, ‘cause then you’d have questioned how I knew them! I guess I was worried you’d figure it out. That I was … turned on by bodybuilders!” I concluded, a little sheepishly.<br />
<br />
And then his mouth curled into this big, gorgeous, mischievous grin. “Turned on, huh?” I blushed a little and nodded. “So … what is about them?” he asked.<br />
<br />
I felt like laughing. Because it was such a fucking absurd question. “God! Erm … everything! Just, like, the look of a huge, shredded bodybuilder in competition. Pecs! Abs! Biceps! Seeing them on stage. Watching them flex! It just … does something to me! Just the thought of a bodybuilder makes me hard! Even just the WORD bodybuilder makes me hard!” <br />
<br />
I’d never seen AJ look so excited. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. “I can’t believe this! I mean, I knew you liked my body, but not THAT much! I never would have guessed flexing would have turned you on either!”<br />
<br />
“It doesn’t weird you out?” I asked, cautiously. <br />
<br />
“FUCK NO!” he exclaimed. “God, I love that you feel that way about muscle!” <br />
<br />
I couldn’t ever remember feeling happier than in that moment. I remember thinking how fucking perfect me and AJ were for each other. <br />
<br />
“So, have you been with bodybuilders before?” AJ asked.<br />
<br />
I scoffed. “NO! You don’t exactly get many gay bodybuilders waddling around!”<br />
<br />
AJ was beaming and looked pleased with himself. “So, how was it feeling your first flexed bicep?” he cheekily said.<br />
<br />
I grinned. “Fucking <i>amazing</i>!” <br />
<br />
“Yeah?” he said. He looked down and gave a cheeky little flex again. I chuckled and gripped it, but the second I did, I wasn’t laughing anymore. Because I feeling AJ’s fully flexed bicep again and it was just as surreal, just as incredible and just as insanely horny as before. “Fuck!” I exclaimed as I gripped the ball of rock hard muscle. He growled and then giggled and relaxed. <br />
<br />
“You know that was a first for me too earlier?” AJ said. I looked at him confused. “I’ve never sucked a guy’s cock before!” he confessed.<br />
<br />
I cheekily grinned. I had known that already based on what AJ had told me about his one experience with a guy. The one from Scorpio’s who’d sucked him off in the shower. <br />
<br />
“So … how was it?” I asked, teasingly.<br />
<br />
“Fucking HORNY!” he exclaimed, with a tone of surprise. As if he hadn’t expected to like it so much. “Mmmm! In fact …” he said, with the sexiest and most mischievous expression, before shuffling his whole body down the bed.<br />
<br />
I bit my lip and grinned as AJ’s head reached my groin. He gripped the base of my cock, which was suddenly becoming hard again, and placed his lips around the head with an insanely sexy, “Mmmmm!”<br />
<br />
Within seconds I was rock hard again as AJ worked his mouth and tongue around my wet, throbbing cock, while squeezing the base. I groaned, sank my fingers into his soft hair, and placed my other hands on his thick, muscular back, digging my fingers into his soft, warm skin, and feeling the rock hard muscle bulging underneath. <br />
<br />
And then we heard a rattling noise and the sound of the front door, my heart leapt into my throat and AJ suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. He looked up at me, slightly worried. Someone had come home. <br />
<br />
“Fuck!” he said in a hushed tone, before his face softened into an excited and amused expression. Presumably at the notion that he was getting up to something with a boy while either his mum or step-dad was in the house. <br />
<br />
I pulled an “eeeek” face and then grinned back at him. AJ let out an annoyed groan and quietly reshuffled back to my face. <br />
<br />
“Sorry!” he whispered. <br />
<br />
“It’s OK!” I whispered back, grinning. He put his head on my chest and we lay there holding each other. <br />
<br />
With his head facing down, AJ reached for my cock again and gripped the base. I whimpered in response. He turned his head and looked up at me with a mischievous grin and he began to wank me off. I released a groan, and he quietly giggled and then shushed me.<br />
<br />
“Wanna cum again?” he whispered to me. <br />
<br />
“Yeah!” I whispered back.<br />
<br />
AJ bit his lip, the sexiest expression on his face and continued to wank me off. I sunk my head into his neck and gripped on to his back. As I got closer to cumming I started releasing whimpers and groans. I couldn’t help it. He shushed me again and gently placed his hand over my mouth. I was completely trapped, under the weight of AJ’s huge muscular body and with his hand over my mouth. I was helpless. Completely at AJ’s mercy. I had no choice but to lie there and just endure the pleasure he was giving me.<br />
<br />
“I wanna see you cum!” he whispered into my ear. I released a muffled groan under his hand as he plunged up and down on my cock. I whimpered and groaned into his hand, trying to be as quiet as I could and he gripped his palm and fingers tighter to suppress the noise as ropes of cum erupted from my cock and shot over both of our naked bodies.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Twenty Three</b></div>
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“You spunk so much!” AJ exclaimed, as I gripped onto him in post orgasmic bliss. “It’s like a bucket load every time!” <br />
<br />
I giggled in response. “Mmmmm!” he said, before kissing me. He cleaned me up with a balled up t-shirt and sneaked off to the bathroom, flashing me a cheeky grin as he left.<br />
<br />
I don’t really know what came over me in that moment, but I suddenly felt this overwhelming wave of emotion. It suddenly came to me that I’d never liked anyone as much I liked AJ. What we had, what I felt for him, even just being with him was amazing. More so than I could have ever imagined. I think it all just felt a bit much though, because my eyes were watering and I was sure that I was on the verge of tears. Maybe I was even a little scared?<br />
<br />
“You OK?” AJ asked me as he came back to his bedroom. <br />
<br />
“Yeah!” I replied, as if nothing was wrong. Because why would it be?<br />
<br />
AJ perched on his bed, now in a pair of shorts and a vest, while I was still lying down completely naked. I felt vulnerable, but I kind of liked it. I felt like just fully giving into my emotions, and accepting that both AJ, and my feelings for him had this insane power over me. I was his, to do whatever he wanted with me. I gripped my arms around his waist and lay my head in his lap and he gently ruffled my hair. I could have probably just lay there like that all night.<br />
<br />
And then a question came into my head. Was AJ feeling even half of what I was? I couldn’t be sure exactly, but I had a strong intuition that he was. There was something in the way he touched me, looked at me and kissed me.<br />
<br />
“Wanna go down and say hello?” he asked, still playing with my hair.<br />
<br />
“Mmmmm!” I replied, twisting my head up to look at him. <br />
<br />
“I think it’s just my mum. Andy should be hope soon though!” And then his mouth curled into this mischievous, knowing grin and he cheekily raised one eyebrow. I smiled back and playfully rolled my eyes. I had a feeling he wasn’t going to let me forget my confession that I’d had a crush on his mum’s boyfriend in any sort of hurry.<br />
<br />
I felt a giddy rush of adrenaline as I followed AJ down the stairs, him flashing me this excitable grin. It was like we were two naughty school boys again up to no good. Stealing bookmarks or making prank phone calls to our teacher. Even though I was on a high from the events of the afternoon, I was still a little nervous to see AJ’s mum again.<br />
<br />
“Oh, hello, Noah!” she said, giving me one of her big, warm smiles that filled up half of her face. “What have you boys been up to?”<br />
<br />
<i>OH GOD!</i><br />
<br />
AJ shot me a knowing smirk. I’m sure I blushed. “Just hanging out!” he replied. <br />
<br />
“Does Noah want to stay for tea?”<br />
<br />
I bit my lips and tried not to laugh. It was such an adorable offer though. I kind of loved AJ’s mum.<br />
<br />
“Mum!” AJ groaned. “We’re not twelve!”<br />
<br />
And I loved how embarrassed AJ got. <br />
<br />
Mrs Jones tutted. “You’ll always be my little baby. No matter how big and muscly you get!” And then she looked at me and gave me a mischievous grin. Like she was getting a kick out of embarrassing him and letting me join in the fun. <br />
<br />
“KILL ME NOW!” AJ replied. He rolled his eyes but he was still grinning. I was smiling too, while simultaneously being filled with the fuzziest feeling at watching AJ adorably squirm as his mum embarrassed him.<br />
<br />
And then I heard the rattling of keys and my heart shot straight into my throat when I heard a deep voice and the front door closing.<br />
<br />
“Andy’s home!” AJ said, animatedly. The cheekiest grin on his face. “You remember Andy, don’t you, Noah?”<br />
<br />
<i>You little fucking bastard!</i><br />
<br />
I turned around and there he was. My first ever male crush, plus eight years and a couple of extra pounds. OK, his face was rounder and his midsection was bigger, and he was now in his early forties rather than his mid thirties, but the big, bald man in the leather gear in front of me was, <i>undeniably</i>, still rather fucking sexy. And much more so in the flesh than in the picture AJ had shown me on his phone the week before.<br />
<br />
Andy nodded and said hello, seemingly unfazed that a mate AJ knew eight years ago was suddenly back in his life. AJ was giving me this sly smirk, clearly enjoying watching me squirm.<br />
<br />
As Andy walked out of the room I couldn’t help but get a cheeky look at the thing which used to have a strange, overwhelming effect on the thirteen year old me; his big, meaty arse filling out his tight, creaking leather trousers. Granted, it was a little less pert than it used to be, but it was still very much there, filling out a pair of leather trousers (though presumably ones with a slightly bigger waist size). And it was still a pretty damn fucking horny sight to behold.<br />
<br />
AJ was grinning at like crazy and shaking his head as he closed the bedroom door behind him. “What?!” I asked him.<br />
<br />
“You still fancy Andy!” he exclaimed, clearly amused.<br />
<br />
I shrugged and cheekily smirked at him. “It’s not my fault your mum has good taste in men!”<br />
<br />
AJ let out a short, loud laugh. “That’s just WRONG!” he said, before grabbing my hand and leading me to his bed. <br />
<br />
I sat down, and he climbed on top until he was lying flat on top of me. His huge, heavy muscle mass sinking into my body. “Are you trying to flatten me?” I quipped as I gripped on to his back. <br />
<br />
“Oh, so now you <i>don’t</i> like the fact that I’m a pumped up bodybuilder?” <br />
<br />
<i>Fucking GRRRRR!! </i><br />
<br />
“Cause your dick says something different! Are you ever NOT hard?!” AJ outrageously asked, wriggling his crotch against my now erect cock.<br />
<br />
I was feeling brave. “I’ve got a huge, gorgeous bodybuilder lying on top of me. Of course I’m fucking hard!”<br />
<br />
AJ giddily grinned at my compliment before going in for a kiss. “So I’m gorgeous?!” he said, his eyebrows twitching up and down. <br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes. “Yep!” I said, feeling a little sheepish.<br />
<br />
AJ grinned at me more. The most heart melting grin. Cheeky, mischievous and so fucking sexy. <br />
<br />
“I think you <i>know</i> you are!” I said. <br />
<br />
He playfully shrugged. “Mmmm. I guess I’m kinda hot!” he replied. <br />
<br />
I giggled. “Cocky too!” I cheekily said. <br />
<br />
“Oh, I’m definitely <i>that</i>! Especially when I’m flexing. Which you didn’t seem so bothered about earlier if I remember rightly!” <br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes and giddily grinned at him. <br />
<br />
“So …” AJ began, “this thing about you being turned on by bodybuilders ...”<br />
<br />
<i>Oh fuck!</i><br />
<br />
“Hmmmm,” I replied, a little nervous, but mostly excited to be discussing my love for huge, flexing muscle freaks.<br />
<br />
He bit his lip. “You said you like watching them flex?”<br />
<br />
My heart fluttered and I cheekily grinned. “Yeah!” <br />
<br />
“So, what would happen if I posed for you?”<br />
<br />
<i>OH MY FUCKING GOD!!</i><br />
<br />
My cock juddered like crazy under the weight of AJ’s body. I open my eyes in excitement, then had a sudden urge to be playful. “Honestly? I’d probably cum in my boxers in twenty seconds flat!” I said, matter-of-factly.<br />
<br />
AJ howled. “Fuck!” he said, looking excited. “Does it really turn you on that much?” he asked.<br />
<br />
“Yep!” I replied. <br />
<br />
He bit his lip and nervously looked at the door. Fuck! Was he thinking of doing it now? “I might have to put on a little show for you then!” he said.<br />
<br />
<i>JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!</i><br />
<br />
“Maybe when we’ve got the house to ourselves again, though?!” he suggested, pulling a cautious face. I felt a mini wave of disappointment, but couldn’t suppress my excitement at the thought of AJ posing for me. Whenever that might be. <br />
<br />
“Then we can be as noisy as we want!” he said, raising his eyebrows. <br />
<br />
<i>FUUUUUCK!!</i><br />
<br />
My whole body was buzzing with excitement. “Oh, I like that too, by the way!” I said. “Bodybuilders being noisy when they pose!” <br />
<br />
AJ excitedly grinned at me more. “Yeah?” he said. <br />
<br />
“Yep! Like … grunting and groaning!” I said, loving every second of sharing this information with AJ. “Huffing and puffing!” I continued. <br />
<br />
AJ giggled. “I can do that!” he said. <br />
<br />
“Maybe even a few shout and yells as you crank out a most muscular?” I added.<br />
<br />
His eyes widened. “Hell yeah!”<br />
<br />
There was a pause as we both just gazed at each other smiling. “Mmmmm!” he said, looking at me lovingly. “When did you get so cute?”<br />
<br />
My heart fluttered. “So I’m cute?” I said. <br />
<br />
AJ chuckled. “You know you are!” <br />
<br />
I pulled a face. Not only did I not <i>think</i> of myself as cute but I rarely ever believed it when other people told me I was. Compliments like that always just sort of ricocheted off me. On the other hand, whenever people told me I wasn’t good looking, or cute, or just average, I very much believed what they were saying with conviction. <br />
<br />
“Or maybe you don’t!” AJ said. “Which makes you even cuter!” <br />
<br />
I gave AJ a coy grin, and then his lips met mine. <br />
<br />
“You haven’t cum yet!” I said teasingly as I squeezed his back. <br />
<br />
AJ bit his lips and pulled his face. “Hmmmm. Mum and Andy though!” I wrinkled my nose. “You can make it up to me next time,” he said. “After I’ve posed for you!”<br />
<br />
A little later on and I was cuddled up to AJ with my head on his chest while we watched an episode of Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug. “You’re really cute with your mum, by the way!” I told him.<br />
<br />
He released a playful groan in response. “So … now my mum’s embarrassed me in front of you, does this mean I get to talk to <i>your</i> mum?”<br />
<br />
“Ugh! It’s not just <i>that</i>! I know what she’s like. She’ll go on and on about you. She makes such a big deal out of everything. And she’ll jump to all these conclusions. She’ll think you’re this mystery boyfriend she keeps accusing me of having!” <br />
<br />
There was suddenly an awkward pause. Maybe it was because I’d said the word boyfriend.<br />
<br />
“Why does she think that?” AJ asked. I couldn’t help but notice an ever so slight sense of fear in AJ’s voice. My stomach twisted. Was the idea of him being my boyfriend really that scary? And then I reminded myself that all of this was incredibly new for AJ. I was only the second guy he’d ever been with. Of <i>course</i> the idea of having an actual boyfriend was a scary notion for him.<br />
<br />
“Erm … probably because I actually go out of the house!” I replied. “So of <i>course</i> she’s jumped to the conclusion that I’m seeing someone.”<br />
<br />
“Well you kind of <i>were</i> seeing someone, to be fair!” AJ said, referring to Eddie. “And you kind of still <i>are</i>!” he added, giving me a squeeze. I looked up at him and he gave me a coy, little grin.<br />
<br />
“Yeah, that’s the annoying thing. Her suspicions are usually right!”<br />
<br />
AJ giggled. “Do you think you’ll see Eddie again?” My stomach twisted a little. <i>Not if you don’t want me to</i>, I felt like saying.<br />
<br />
“Ummm … probably not!” I replied. AJ seemed to be trying to suppress a grin at my answer. “Maybe just as a friend?” I suggested.<br />
<br />
AJ raised an eyebrow. “Is that <i>really</i> gonna happen though? I mean, you could tell him you just wanna be friends, but ... I dunno, that’s not really an easy thing to do when you like someone!”<br />
<br />
I looked at him and gave him a knowing grin. “I managed it! Although I <i>did</i> think you were completely off limits!” I added. The side of his mouth curled into a cute little grin. <br />
<br />
“I’m just saying …” AJ began, “it’s very hard to be around you and not wanna cuddle the fuck out of you!” <br />
<br />
My heart melted. It was one of the cutest things he’d said to me. <br />
<br />
My phone vibrated in my pocket and reached to get it out. It was a text from Naomi.<br />
<br />
“Hey. How’s The Cookie Monster?”<br />
<br />
I chuckled and showed AJ my phone with the message. He let out a short, sharp laugh in response. “LOVE IT!” he said.<br />
<br />
“She’ll be teasing me about that forever!” I told him. <br />
<br />
“She won’t be laughing when you’re a shredded monster! GRRRRR!!” I grinned and shook my head.<br />
<br />
“She wants to know if I’ve heard from you!” I said after we’d exchanged a few texts.<br />
<br />
“Oh, right!” AJ replied. <i>Fuck!</i> There was something serious about the tone of AJ’s voice which made my chest tighten. <br />
<br />
“Just, you know … since what happened Saturday!” I explained.<br />
<br />
AJ looked a bit wary. Nervous, even. “What does she think happened?” <br />
<br />
“Erm … I don’t think she knows about us!”<br />
<br />
AJ nodded. I could tell he was trying to act cool, but not doing a very good job of it. Suddenly everything felt weird and serious and awkward. <br />
<br />
“Would you rather me not tell her?” I asked. I suddenly felt a bit sick.<br />
<br />
“Ummm … maybe just wait a bit?” he suggested. I could tell he was nervous about my reaction. I nodded, completely failing to hide my concern and disappointment.<br />
<br />
“Sorry!” AJ said. “This is all just so new to me!” He looked so sincere in that moment. I could tell he was nervous, not just at the idea of someone knowing about us, but for fear of hurting my feelings.<br />
<br />
And seeing this, suddenly telling Naomi what was happening between AJ and I didn’t seem to matter. “It’s okay! I get it!” I reassured him. <br />
<br />
“Yeah?” he asked, warily. I gripped his waist, bought my face up to his and kissed him gently. “Mmmmm” he said, as my nose rubbed against his and the pang of disappointment that AJ wasn’t ready to tell anyone about us (whatever “us” was) fading and being replaced by an overwhelming feeling of euphoria that me and AJ were even an “us” in the first place.</div>
muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-66121045479076074152018-10-10T18:35:00.001+01:002018-10-11T20:10:44.753+01:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 7)<b>"I can’t describe what happened to me next. Sitting on AJ’s bed, I
suddenly needed to escape. It was all just too much. I felt like my head
was going to explode. So, without saying a word to AJ, I slid off the
bed, and made a dash to the bathroom.<br /><br />I put the toilet lid down,
and sat on it with my head in my hands. I felt like I was having some
sort of mini breakdown. Like my emotions were too big for the world. It
didn’t necessarily feel bad. </b><b>Weirdly, I even kind of liked it. It was
almost as if I was in a film, and a really important scene was playing
out. Or maybe that was just my way of dealing with the situation.
Because I knew that whatever was happening, it was big. Monumentally
fucking big."</b><br />
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Here we go with part 7 of "AJ & Noah" and it's the fallout from the night out with Eddie and Naomi, which ended with AJ leaving the bar upset after Noah kissed Eddie. The last chapter ended on a little cliffhanger with Noah wondering whether AJ actually does have feelings for him and receiving some drunken confessional Facebook messages from AJ early in the morning.<br />
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Part 8 coming soon.<br />
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<b>Nineteen</b></div>
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<br />
I couldn’t stop staring at AJ’s Facebook messages. <br />
<br />
“I’m OK. Sorry I just left.”<br />
<br />
“I just had to get out of there.”<br />
<br />
“It was because of you.”<br />
<br />
“Because of you and that guy.”<br />
<br />
It felt like my heart was about to burst. There it was. Undeniable proof that no matter how crazy and unlikely they seemed, both mine and Naomi’s suspicions were right. There was something going on between me and AJ. Exactly what that was, I still didn’t know. But I knew this; that AJ had seen me kissing Eddie and it had had such a strong effect on him and had bothered him <i>that</i> much that he’d gotten upset and angry and left the bar without saying a word to anyone.<br />
<br />
I lay awake in bed for hours after reading the messages. My head just wouldn’t stop spinning. I kept going over everything that had happened since I’d bumped into AJ that afternoon in Tesco. Looking for signs that he had feelings for me.<br />
<br />
I thought about our very first personal training session. How it looked like he’d made an extra special effort in his appearance. How he’d looked disappointed when our session had come to an end. How he’d seemed to backtrack when he’d told me that booking another session would be a waste of time. How he’d likened Mark Green to being the “bodybuilder version” of me, and how I’d thought that it was odd that he’d put that much thought into what I was like.<br />
<br />
I thought about the first time he’d taken me to Scorpio’s. How he’d looked uncharacteristically nervous when he’d opened his front door to me. I thought about our Facebook messages. How he’d asked me if I’d be his groupie that one time and teased me about taking off his lime green posing trunks and throwing them into the audience at me. How he’d said he’d hold my hand during my first bodybuilding competition the night I was sat up messaging him in Eddie’s bathroom.<br />
<br />
I thought about the Scorpio’s Gym hoodie he’d gifted me. How he’d said he’d managed to obtain it because he knew the owners of the gym, but then slipped up In the bar and told Naomi and I he’d actually bought it for me. I thought about what his friend, Nathan, said to me about it not being his birthday, even though that was the reason AJ said he’d be in town. I thought about how he’d hugged and kissed everyone in the bar apart from me. Because wouldn’t that mean too much to him? And I thought about how, when his leg had touched mine that night at his while sitting on his bed, he hadn’t moved it. That <i>amazing</i> moment when I felt like I was dying. When the seconds felt more like minutes.<br />
<br />
I finally managed to switch off my thoughts and drift off to sleep, but when I woke up later that morning, the euphoria I was feeling at AJ’s confessional Facebook messages and just what they meant was tarred by something else; the thought of exactly how I was supposed to respond. And then something else came into my head which filled me with dread; the thought that maybe AJ had regretted sending those very messages.<br />
<br />
A dozen potential replies to his messages went through my head. <br />
<br />
“Are you OK?”<br />
<br />
“Do you want to talk?”<br />
<br />
“You know you can tell me anything.”<br />
<br />
But they all sounded so dramatic. Before his drunken confessions earlier that morning, mine and AJ’s messages had never been even remotely serious. <br />
<br />
And so I played it safe. “How’s the head?” I messaged him, my stomach twisting in nerves as I sent it. But nothing came back. He was probably still asleep, I reasoned. But when hours passed with no reply, I started to feel sick with worry.<br />
<br />
I feared the thing I had dreaded was true. That AJ regretted his messages. Regretted the whole night, in fact. What if he didn’t want to have feelings for me? What if he found it easier to just suppress or ignore them? And what better way to ignore them, than to ignore <i>me</i>?<br />
<br />
And then the biggest fear yet came to me. That because of the night before, and AJ’s confessions, whatever we had was now over. That AJ didn’t want to be friends anymore. That he no longer wanted to hang out with, take me to Scorpio’s or send me cute, funny messages. Maybe it was just easier for AJ to forget about me? Just pretend that the past month had never happened?<br />
<br />
I wondered whether we could just carry on as normal. Pretend like the night before never happened. Just carry on being friends as if AJ had never sent me those messages. But was that what I really wanted? I wasn’t so sure.<br />
<br />
The only things I knew for sure that was last night had changed things between me and AJ, and I had no idea what was going to happen next.<br />
<br />
I went to Naomi’s for a few hours that evening. It was her last night in Little Denton and I wasn’t sure if I’d see her again before the end of the summer.<br />
<br />
“Maybe he’s never had feelings towards a guy before and it’s freaked him out?” she suggested, when I’d told her that AJ wasn’t responding to my message.<br />
<br />
“Maybe he’s just confused?” I reasoned. “Maybe he can tell I like him and he likes the attention and it’s making him <i>think</i> that he might like me back, when actually he doesn’t?” <br />
<br />
“Mmmm. You hear about people, though, who just assume they’re straight, and never think any differently, and then one day they meet someone of the same sex and it changes everything! Maybe that’s him?” Naomi suggested.<br />
<br />
I didn’t tell Naomi this, but a fellow muscle addict had once told me that “no bodybuilder was one hundred percent straight”. At the time I’d thought it was complete bollocks. And probably wishful thinking on his behalf. But maybe there was something in that, or at least where certain bodybuilders were concerned? I’d heard of guys who were <i>only</i> attracted to bodybuilders. They had no interest in regular sized guys. Sometimes they liked them in addition to girls. Maybe that was AJ? He liked girls, but he was also turned on by freaky, shredded muscle? And then I’d come along, and played with his head and confused him. Maybe if it really came down to it, maybe if we actually kissed, he’d realise he didn’t like me at all? That he could never be with a guy in that way? And certainly not a regular sized, non bodybuilding guy like me.<br />
<br />
I still hadn’t heard from AJ when I went to bed that night. When I woke up the next morning, I frantically looked at my phone, but there was still no message then, either.<br />
When my mum asked if I wanted to go with her to visit my nan that afternoon, I jumped at the chance. Anything to take my mind off the fact that AJ was ignoring me. I even left my phone at home, which felt oddly liberating.<br />
<br />
“You don’t seem like your usual happy self!” my mum said to me on the walk there. <br />
<br />
“I’m fine!” I protested.<br />
<br />
“Is it because Naomi’s gone back?” <br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes in response.<br />
<br />
“You can always go down and visit her before you go back to uni!” she suggested.<br />
<br />
“I know!” I replied. <br />
<br />
<i>Maybe I should</i>, I thought. Maybe it was what I needed. To get away from Little Denton. To get away from whatever was going on with AJ Jones. Maybe I’d deactivate my Facebook profile and go to Brighton? Try and forget about AJ. Make him worry and wonder why I’d suddenly vanished. Even though the only thing I really wanted in that moment was to hear from him. To know that he was okay. To know that whatever we had wasn’t over and that I would see him again.<br />
<br />
My nan was as happy to see me as she always was. I told her Naomi had been in Little Denton for the weekend. <br />
<br />
“Yes, they were out boozing at the weekend!” my mum informed her. “I was awake half the night worrying.”<br />
<br />
“He’s sensible, aren’t you, Noah?” my nan said. <br />
<br />
My mum scoffed. “I’m not sure about that! That Naomi definitely isn’t!”<br />
<br />
When my mum went to use the bathroom I was left alone with my nan. I was feeling brave. “Nan, why do you call Naomi my special friend?”<br />
<br />
She just shrugged and smiled in response. “You know she’s not my girlfriend, right?”<br />
<br />
Her mouth curled into this really warm, kind, understanding smile. “I know that, dear!”<br />
<br />
I thought about what my mum had said. Maybe “special friend” really was my nan’s word for gay people? Or however my mum had worded it.<br />
<br />
“It’s a shame you stopped being friends with that boy,” she said. “The one with the funny name!”<br />
<br />
Oh God. My stomach twisted at the mention of AJ. I never would predicted what my nan said next.<br />
<br />
“I think he was a bit of a “special friend” too!” <br />
<br />
What the fuck?! I was gob smacked. Before I had chance to question my nan, my mum returned. My eyes suddenly watered. I didn’t really know why. I couldn’t believe what my nan had said. Did she know something about AJ that I so badly wanted to be true? Had she known all this time from when we were at school together?<br />
<br />
I decided in that moment that as soon as I got home I would swallow my pride and message AJ again. I couldn’t risk losing what we had. Even if it meant ignoring his drunken confessions. I would <i>make</i> AJ talk to me. I just wanted what we had back. And I wanted to see him again so badly.<br />
<br />
Little did I know that he’d already beaten me to it. My heart blew up in my chest and my stomach somersaulted when I saw those words I loved so much on the screen on my phone; <b>AJ Jones has sent you a message</b>.<br />
<br />
“OMG! Have you heard about the latest episode of AJ and Noah In The Land of Beef?”<br />
<br />
I looked at the message. I’d never felt such a mixture of emotions. I was happy, elated even, that AJ had finally messaged me back. That we were apparently back to our usual, cheeky, funny Facebook messages. But I also couldn’t help feeling an almost crippling disappointment. Not to mention confusion. Was AJ <i>really</i> just going to completely ignore the fact that he’d all but confessed that his feelings for me weren‘t strictly platonic?<br />
<br />
“Oooh, no! What happens?” I typed, playing along. <br />
<br />
A few seconds pause, then three dots.<br />
<br />
“AJ adopts some kind of superpower which makes everyone he meets wanna grab and squeeze his biceps!”<br />
<br />
My disappointment faded, and in it’s place, I felt a giddy warmth as I pictured the scene from a few nights before when that incredibly lucky stranger had felt and squeezed one of AJ’s flexed bicep in the toilets of the bar.<br />
<br />
“Sounds like an awesome episode!” I messaged, while dreamily grinning into my phone. The way I often did when I was messaging AJ.<br />
<br />
“Apparently it was inspired by recent true events!” he then messaged.<br />
<br />
Something twisted in my stomach. Nerves, but also excitement, that AJ was recalling the events of our night out. Was there any possibility that this was going to lead to AJ explaining why he left? And maybe then to the drunken Facebook messages I’d received early the next morning?<br />
<br />
I typed a message. “It was a good night!” But then I erased it straight away. ARGGHH! I <i>really</i> wanted to try and push the subject, but I was terrified. Because what if AJ didn’t reply? What if he disappeared on me again? Ignored my messages like he had done for the past day and a half? I wasn’t sure I could go through that torment again.<br />
<br />
I had to write something. But I had no idea what. My brain tried to scramble for something funny. Something cheeky and muscle related. But I was drawing blanks. Because I was unable to say the things I really wanted to say. The questions I was dying to ask AJ. <br />
<br />
I stared at my phone. No dots. None of us were typing anything. An awkward silence seemed to be hanging in the air. And then a lifeline. Three dots. AJ was typing another message. And what that message consisted of caused an excitement to furiously surge through my whole body. <br />
<br />
“Hey. Are you free tonight?”<br />
<br />
<i>YES, YES, FUCKING YES!!</i><br />
<br />
I felt like I was going to combust. Because after a day of fearing that I may never hear from AJ again, it now looked as if I was going to see him that very evening. <br />
<br />
“Yeah! Why?” I replied.<br />
<br />
And then a pang of nerves twisted in my stomach. Because I wasn’t just going to see AJ again. I was going to see AJ for the first time since his drunken Facebook messages.<br />
<br />
I wasn’t particularly that keen on the idea of going to Scorpio’s that evening. But if that was what it took to see AJ again, then I would just have to go. In truth, I probably would have agreed to do anything or go anywhere just for the chance to see him again.<br />
<br />
I would never have predicted what AJ was about to message next. <br />
<br />
“I’ve got the house to myself. Fancy coming round?”<br />
<br />
<i>GOD YES. A THOUSAND TIMES YES!!</i><br />
<br />
“Sounds good!” I replied, while my insides felt like were exploding. <br />
<br />
“Maybe this time we’ll give the alcohol a miss?” AJ messaged. And then he sent the thing I loved so fucking much. That cute little AJ emoji. Almost as cute as the boy I’d named it after.<br />
<br />
My body couldn’t seem to decide how it wanted to react to AJ’s invitation. I was excited and elated at the fact that I was going to see AJ again. That I was going round to his house and that I was, no doubt, going to be perched on his bed again, sitting close up to the huge, gorgeous bodybuilder I was completely besotted with. <br />
<br />
But I was also incredibly nervous. Because it was the first time I was going to see AJ again since our eventful night out, and the Facebook messages that had followed.<br />
<br />
On the walk to AJ’s house, a dozen questions were going through my head. Would things be awkward between us after what had happened? Would AJ be exactly the same as he was before? Would we talk about the night out again? Would I feel nervous doing so? And what was the likelihood that the subject of AJ’s drunken confessions were going to come up in conversation? Would he mention it? Would I have the nerve to mention it? Was AJ expecting to me to bring the subject up? A part of me wanted to. A <i>massive</i> part. But another part of me also just wanted things to carry on exactly the same way as they were. <br />
<br />
Before I’d left for AJ’s, I had grabbed my bright blue Scorpio’s hoodie in a spontaneous moment of bravery, careful to hide the logo on the chest from my mum on the way out of the house. It was a little mad, but even just walking along the street wearing a hoodie with the name and logo of a genuine hardcore bodybuilding gym gave me a rush.<br />
<br />
My heart was pounding as I stood on AJ’s doorstep. Even more than it had the very first time I’d been stood there a few weeks before on our first trip to Scorpio’s. As soon as AJ opened the front door, and we were face to face for the first time in two days, my nerves seemed to diminish dramatically, and I was filled with the all too familiar rush of happiness of being in the presence of the impossibly gorgeous, competitive bodybuilder I had spent the past month falling for. <br />
<br />
AJ was wearing his Scorpio’s Gym hoodie too, which I kind of fucking loved. He looked as insanely sexy as he always had. Cute button nose, styled hair, rosy cheeks and all. I could tell he was nervous to see me. He even looked a little vulnerable. I wanted so much to just put my arms around him and snuggle into him. Do whatever it took to reassure him that everything was fine between us. Give him whatever he needed to feel like he could act normally around me again. But despite the obvious nerves, I could tell he was pleased to see me. It wasn’t just the fact he was giving me this cute, coy, little grin. I could see it in his whole face. And I couldn’t believe that I was responsible for that happiness. That someone as huge and cute and amazing as AJ was pleased to see <i>me</i>. <br />
<br />
“Nice hoodie!” he cheekily said to me, as I stepped inside his house and he closed the door behind me. He still looked nervous, but his smile grew just a little bit bigger and more gorgeous. <br />
<br />
I giddily grinned back at him. “Oh, this?” I said, looking down at the best gift anyone had ever given me. “I just found it lying around. I can’t remember where I got it from!” I said, shrugging. <br />
<br />
AJ grinned even more, and gently bit down on his bottom lip, the way he often did. The chemistry between us, the amazing buzz I always felt whenever I was with AJ was very much still there. In fact, in that moment, I felt it more than ever.<br />
<br />
He signalled for me to follow him up the stairs and I obeyed. He was wearing a pair of grey shorts which cut off just above the back of his knees. His tanned calves looked fucking humongous. I was turned on instantly. <br />
<br />
As we walked into his room and I perched on his bed, I was, once again, suddenly thinking about the events of the past two days. And all of those big questions were bubbling away again. Because surely one of us would at least have to mention the night out? And what had happened afterwards?<br />
<br />
AJ manoeuvred himself so he was sitting with his feet near mine with his back to the wall. I couldn’t help but stare at his bare shins. He had hardly any hair on his legs, and they were way more tanned than the average lad’s. He really <i>was</i> a proper little bodybuilder. He was also wearing these cute, little, white sports socks which cut off at the ankles, and contrasted with his brown legs, which, for some reason I found unspeakably fucking hot. God, even AJ’s ankles were fucking sexy.<br />
<br />
Things didn’t so much feel awkward between us. But it definitely felt like there was something hanging over us. Something unspoken, I guess. Like an elephant in the room.<br />
<br />
“Where’s your mum and Andy?” I asked AJ.<br />
<br />
“Oh, one of mum’s workmates is having a birthday thing!” AJ replied. “Why? Disappointed?” he asked with a cheeky grin and a raised eyebrow, referring to my old crush on his step-dad.<br />
<br />
I sheepishly grinned and rolled my eyes. “Shut up!” I playfully said.<br />
<br />
“Did your mum question you about the hoodie?” AJ asked, with a mischievous grin.<br />
<br />
I pulled an “eeeek” face. “I kinda hid the logo from her!”<br />
<br />
AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “How is she gonna react when you start blowing up into a muscle freak?”<br />
<br />
Fuck! As typical whenever AJ talked about muscle in such a hot manner, my dick started to stir and swell under my jeans. <br />
<br />
I blushed a little, while failing to suppress a huge, giddy grin. “I think she’d actually disown me!”<br />
<br />
AJ grinned. “Well I’m pretty sure <i>my</i> mum would take you in! She’s used to being around shredded freaks!” <br />
<br />
And suddenly I wanted nothing more than for my mum to kick me out so I could come and live with AJ. Spend all my time here, mostly sitting on the very bed I was on at that moment. Hanging out and spending time with the gorgeous, funny bodybuilder whose cute little ankles I couldn’t seem to stop looking at.<br />
<br />
My phone suddenly pinged in my pocket. AJ checked his phone. “Think that was you!” he said.<br />
<br />
As I reached into my jean pocket, my stomach suddenly lurched. Because what if the text was from Eddie? Fuck. AJ would ask me who it was. And the events of Saturday night would suddenly be bought to the surface. The thing I was partly dreading happening, and partly wanted so badly. I almost felt disappointed when I saw Naomi‘s name on the screen. <br />
<br />
Curiously, AJ didn’t ask me who the message was from. Maybe he was fearing the exact same thing that I was? <br />
<br />
“Hmmm. Text from Naomi!” I said casually. AJ nodded, but suddenly looked a little nervous again. And I knew why. Because Naomi had been a part of that evening too.<br />
<br />
I looked at the text. “Have you heard from AJ yet?” <br />
<br />
I know it was just a text, but somehow, just having that little piece of my best friend there with me gave me an unexpected bravery.<br />
<br />
“She really liked you, by the way!” I said, my stomach twisting. Because I was getting close to the subject we had so far been skirting around.<br />
<br />
Apparently a compliment was all it took to ease AJ’s nerves, which in turn broke the slight awkwardness and eased my <i>own</i> nerves. AJ’s face softened and his mouth curled into an adorable, little grin.<br />
<br />
“Awww! She’s awesome!” he said, and my heart fluttered. I loved the fact that my best friend and AJ liked each other so much. <br />
<br />
“I still can’t believe what you did to Reece Miller! I’ll never forget his face when you called him a prick!”<br />
<br />
AJ was beaming. “Mate, that felt so fucking good! God, I hate that little shit!” he said, referring to my ex best friend. “There was another part of the night I liked better, though!”<br />
<br />
“Yeah?” I said, my heart beating a little faster.<br />
<br />
“Yep! Your face when I gave you a most muscular!”<br />
<br />
I shook my head and smirked. My dick was suddenly stirring and swelling again, not just at the mention of the incident, but the actual memory of it. <br />
<br />
“You know I’m gonna get you back for that!” I teased.<br />
<br />
AJ beamed. “Oh yeah?! What are you gonna do?”<br />
<br />
“I’ll think of something!” I mischievously replied, shrugging.<br />
<br />
He grinned at me and my whole body filled with an incredible warmth. Because despite whatever was happening, and whatever had happened, it felt like we were back to being us again. Playfully winding each other up and making each other laugh. <br />
<br />
And yet, it undeniably felt like something <i>had</i> changed. Like there’d been a shift in our friendship. I suddenly thought about what Naomi had said in the pub after AJ had left. “There’s something going on with you two. The way he talks to you. The way he looks at you!” And in that moment, sitting on AJ’s bed, I felt it more than ever.<br />
<br />
“Fancy watching Dom and Cole?” AJ asked. My heart dropped. Because we were so close to discussing AJ’s Facebook messages. And why he’d left the bar upset. But it clearly wasn’t going to be then. Maybe AJ knew we were close to the subject and wanted to veer away from it too?<br />
<br />
“Yeah!” I replied, trying not to sound too disappointed. <br />
<br />
I could barely concentrate as we sat watching the TV screen. I couldn’t stop thinking about what AJ had confessed in his messages. That he’d gotten upset and stormed off because he’d seen me kissing Eddie.<br />
<br />
All of these questions started to race through my head. What did it all mean? Did AJ like me as much as I liked him? Was AJ even gay? What about the girl he’d told me about from the summer before? I needed to know. I needed answers. But how and when would I get them? When AJ got drunk again and decided to send me another series of drunken messages? And what would we do until then? Carry on as we were, making up cute bodybuilding nicknames for each other, going to Scorpio’s and drinking vodka in his bedroom while watching cartoons?<br />
<br />
And then something hit me. Everything that had happened with us had been because AJ had <i>made</i> it happen. He had added <i>me</i> to Facebook after our first chance meeting at Tesco when the thought of doing so hadn’t even entered my head. He had been the one to message me first. Something I never would have done because I’d never have believed that a gorgeous, competitive bodybuilder would have wanted to spend his time talking to me. It had been AJ who had invited me to Scorpio’s and suggested I come to his house. AJ had come to meet me and my friends the Saturday before because he had suggested it. And things were now different between us because it had been AJ who had opened up over his drunken, confessional Facebook messages.<br />
<br />
It had all been because of him. AJ was a doer. AJ made things happen. While I just sat back and let things happen around me, and reacted accordingly. And I realised, that unless he decided to act again, nothing else was going to happen. That I wouldn’t get the answers to any of the questions that were racing through my mind. That I would never get the thing I wanted more than anything. Unless I acted first.<br />
<br />
I can’t describe what happened to me next. Sitting on AJ’s bed, I suddenly needed to escape. It was all just too much. I felt like my head was going to explode. So, without saying a word to AJ, I slid off the bed, and made a dash to the bathroom.<br />
<br />
I put the toilet lid down, and sat on it with my head in my hands. I felt like I was having some sort of mini breakdown. Like my emotions were too big for the world.<br />
It didn’t necessarily feel bad. Weirdly, I even kind of liked it. It was almost as if I was in a film, and a really important scene was playing out. Or maybe that was just my way of dealing with the situation. Because I knew that whatever was happening, it was big. Monumentally fucking big.<br />
<br />
I realised in that moment that I couldn’t go on doing what I was doing with AJ. That something <i>had</i> to change. That if he couldn’t give me what I wanted, then I’d probably have to walk out of his house and never look back. And I realised that this time I couldn’t wait for AJ to act. That this time it would have to be down to me. <br />
<br />
A calmness seem to suddenly come over me at that realisation. I looked around AJ’s bathroom and realised that there was a good chance I would never see it again. Because I had no idea what was about to happen next. <br />
<br />
I took a deep breathe, and made my way back to AJ’s room. Amazingly, I didn’t feel nervous. Because I knew I had to do what I was about to do. AJ had moved. He was now sitting next to the spot where I’d been sat, with his back against the wall facing the TV. <br />
<br />
“You okay?” he asked me with a concerned look as I sat down next to him. God. Even just being that close to him. Feeling the warmth of his body next to mine. It was intoxicating. I liked him so much that I just wanted to fall into him and become him. <br />
<br />
“Yeah,” I replied, perhaps not too convincingly.<br />
<br />
We were sat closer than ever on his bed. It was probably good that he wasn’t directly facing me. <i>This is it</i>, I thought. <i>There’s no going back</i>.<br />
<br />
I swallowed hard. My heart started thumping. “So, what exactly happened Saturday?” <br />
<br />
And suddenly the nerves were back. Suddenly my stomach was twisting. And AJ wasn’t responding. And so I did the thing I had really wanted to do when we’d both been sitting in that very spot the week before, when his leg had been pushed up to mine and he hadn’t moving it away. I nervously turned my head and looked at his face. That gorgeous, perfect face I loved so much. A rare, serious look on it. Part nerves, part fear. It quickly changed as he attempted to relax it. “It’s all a bit of a blur,” he replied.<br />
<br />
<i>LIAR!</i> I thought. <br />
<br />
I then felt something I’d never felt for AJ before. Something completely unexpected. Disappointment. Because he remembered enough. I knew he did. I turned away from him again to face the TV head on. <br />
<br />
“Oh,” I said. “Because in your messages, you said you left the pub because of me? Because of me and Eddie?”<br />
<br />
I cautiously looked at him again. He looked more nervous than ever. Scared, even. But I could tell that he wanted to tell me what he’d meant. That he wanted to say the words I so badly wanted to hear. I could see it written in his face.<br />
<br />
I looked down at his body. At his bright red Scorpio’s hoodie. His grey shorts. Those bronzed, hairless shins. His sexy sports socks. His cute little ankles. <br />
<br />
My leg was so close to AJ’s. I could have easily pushed it into his like he’d done the week before. What would be do? How would he react? Flinch and move it away? Or keep it there? And what would his expression be? What would his face give away? That he felt the same way I did when we were touching each other? That he felt like he wanted to die?<br />
<br />
I knew that AJ wasn’t going to open up to me that easily. That this was a hard subject for him to talk about. That whatever was happening with him and his feelings was a fuck off massive deal.<br />
<br />
“So what did you mean?” I asked. My heartbeat quickened as I looked back up at his face. Now more serious than ever. Our eyes locked. His chest expanded out and he took a deep breathe. Almost like he was bracing himself for what might happen when he said his next words.<br />
<br />
“I think you already know,” he said, softly. <br />
<br />
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. And there it was. The truth. The amazing, unlikely, unfathomable truth. That AJ Jones, the cute, gorgeous, funny bodybuilder I had spent the past month falling for, had feelings for me too.</div>
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<b>Twenty</b></div>
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<br />
It felt like my heart had finally cracked open and burst. It was like everything had been leading up to that moment. What me and AJ had, whatever was between us, the spark, the chemistry, the electricity; it had all been magnified and blown up to a thousand. <br />
<br />
I knew it was time for me to take action again. Time for <i>me</i> to do what AJ usually did. Only this time, the nerves had completely disappeared. “<i>I think you already know</i>”. AJ’s words had given me everything I needed. And so, like he’d done the week before, I pushed my leg into his.<br />
<br />
How could such a simple act feel like the most incredible thing in the world? I wanted to melt into his phenomenally muscular body. To feel every inch of it on mine. I looked at AJ. My gorgeous, perfect AJ. He looked scared, but happy. More than anything, there was this incredible longing in his expression. I could tell he wanted, <i>needed</i> even, the exact same thing that I did.<br />
<br />
Our legs seemed to have been stuck together by an invisible glue. And then our arms were touching too. Then our hips. And then AJ gently placed his head on my shoulder. His cheek buried into the material of the Scorpio’s Gym hoodie he’d gifted me. His head so close to my face. Fuck! It felt like my insides were exploding. I gently pushed my face into the top of his head and buried it into his soft hair. I knew what it was like to be intimate with someone you were crazy about. I had experienced that before. But nothing had ever felt like this. This was something else entirely.<br />
<br />
We stayed like that for a while, and then AJ twisted his body into mine, and gently slid his arm across my torso until it was wrapped around my waist and his head fell from my shoulder to my chest. All the time, he wouldn’t look up at me. Maybe he was too scared? I slipped an arm around his broad back until we were fully embraced and I was holding AJ tight in my arms. <br />
<br />
It was ironic. I had fantasised about being in that very position, of cuddling up to AJ so many times, but he had always been the one in the dominant position. My arm had always been wrapped around his waist and my head had always been buried into his chest. And yet, in that moment, it felt so right. Me holding AJ. Me protecting <i>him</i>. <br />
<br />
Having AJ’s heavy body squashed into mine, with one arm wrapped around the expansive space of his thick, muscular back, the other feeling the ridiculously huge muscle which made up his shoulder underneath the soft, cotton material of his red hoodie, my slim legs intermingled with his thick ones, my face in his head, breathing into his hair and his incredible scent, being intertwined with the boy I’d fallen hard for; it was all so incredibly intimate, and yet so impossibly erotic. <br />
<br />
As I squeezed him, my hands started to explore the incredible body I was holding, rubbing AJ’s back and shoulders and slipping my hands to his thick upper arms hidden under the material of his hoodie. AJ responded by squeezing his hand into my waist, rubbing his face into my chest and further pressing his legs into mine. With every shift, with every movement of our arms, hands and legs came a tiny burst of ecstasy. <br />
<br />
Locked in our embrace and exploring each other bodies, AJ’s head finally twisted upwards, and his face met mine. My nose rubbed against the soft skin of his cheek. Then his little nose rubbed with mine. And then his lips moved to mine. Fuck. We both gave little, muffled moans as our mouths interlocked and my tongue intertwined with AJ’s. It felt like no two people had ever wanted to kiss each other more. I was in heaven. <br />
<br />
When we stopped kissing we finally locked eyes. Clearly no longer scared, AJ had this big, dreamy grin on his face. That gorgeous, perfect face. I wondered in that moment how long AJ had felt the way he had. Had he been pining after me all this time? And just how deep did those feelings go?<br />
<br />
“Fuck!” he whispered, his nose and forehead gently pushing into mine, his mouth curling into an even bigger grin. He looked so happy in that moment. I buried my face into his thick bull neck and sunk my fingers into his back. The heavy weight of his muscular body pressing against mine. I could smell him more than ever. That incredible, masculine scent that was completely unique to him. I wanted to stay there forever.<br />
<br />
AJ shifted and I suddenly felt his hard dick pushing against mine. I moaned into his neck as he jiggled his hips and our cocks pushed together even more. Just being under AJ’s heavy body was so highly erotic I feared my dick would explode.<br />
<br />
I freed my face and looked up and we started kissing again. Passionately and hard. Both releasing groans of pleasure as our tongues danced and bodies melted together. And I remember thinking that if this was all we did, if we just kept kissing like this, with our stomachs and chests and our dicks pressed together, it would be enough. It was all I needed to cum. And it would probably be the greatest orgasm I’d ever achieved.<br />
<br />
I don’t remember who initiated it, it all seemed to happen so naturally, but soon after, with my gentle assistance, AJ was pulling his red Scorpio’s hoodie over his head. My cock furiously juddered when I was met him the image of AJ in just a white t-shirt. It may have even been the same one he’d worn to the pub the Saturday before. <br />
<br />
His tits strained underneath the white, cotton material and his huge, hard, bronzed upper arms were now on display. I ran my hands up and down his back. I could now feel the thick, muscle bulging underneath the material of his t-shirt as his huge chest pushed into mine. All of those times I’d looked at AJ’s ridiculously muscular body bursting out of whatever t-shirt or vest he’d been wearing and now that body was pressed against mine.<br />
<br />
AJ started lifting up the bottom of my hoodie. As he helped me remove it, we locked eyes again and he gave me one of his gorgeous little grins from the corner of his mouth, while doing his adorable, little lip biting thing. He no longer looked nervous, but I very much got the feeling that AJ was in uncharted territory. Even though I couldn’t really know for sure.<br />
<br />
My chest fluttered as I cautiously tugged on the bottom of his t-shirt. I gently pushed the material up to slowly reveal all six of the beautifully shaped abs I’d been so lucky enough to see when AJ had gotten changed the week before at Scorpio’s.<br />
<br />
Close up, and just inches from my face, they were even more glorious than before. The genuine abs of a genuine competitive bodybuilder for me to explore as I wished.<br />
It was hard to believe that I, myself, was capable of having these amazing bubbles of muscle bursting through my stomach. I gently placed my hand on AJ’s midsection and started to explore. Feeling each bump of muscle, and each line and groove which separate them, under my fingers. I couldn’t quite believe that I was touching AJ’s abs. That I was allowed to touch him in this way.<br />
<br />
For so long, I had tried so hard to hide how attracted and aroused I was by AJ’s body. I no longer had to do that. AJ lifted up his arms as I pulled his t-shirt up further. I could have let him take if off himself, but it felt so much more intimate to undress him myself.<br />
<br />
His chest was even bigger than I had remembered. My cock juddered and I whispered, “Fuck!” as I was met with those perfectly round cushions of gorgeous looking pec muscle. I just sat there for a moment, marvelling at the incredible physique before me. The amazingly muscular torso of a boy who’d pushed his body to abnormal limits. It was possibly the most beautiful thing I’d ever looked at. Those thick cushions of pec meat, the deep groove separating them, his big, round shoulders, wrapped in tight, thin skin with faint striations peeking through, and veins which ran down and spread to his phenomenally thick upper arms, which looked like they were fit to burst. <br />
<br />
AJ was biting his lip again, which couldn’t mask a cheeky, smug grin at my reaction to his body. Then we just giddily grinned at each other, before he leaned in and kissed me again, his thick pecs sinking into my chest. And then he was tugging on the bottom of my t-shirt, and I suddenly felt a strong pang of nerves. <br />
<br />
I couldn’t help feeling self conscious as AJ pulled my t-shirt over my head to reveal my naked torso, but his reaction made me relax almost instantly. He clearly didn’t care that I didn’t have abs or pecs. That my body was relatively average and completely ordinary. Especially compared to his. Because, amazingly, AJ was looking at me with even more desire and lust now that I was topless. <br />
<br />
He lay on top of me again, and my arms slid around his back. My cock furiously pulsated as I buried my face into AJ’s bare neck and explored his muscular back with my hands. Feeling the bumps of muscle on his back as his pecs squashed into my chest and his abs pressed against my flat stomach. <br />
<br />
Soon after, AJ’s forehead was pressed against mine and my hands were exploring his arms. Even unflexed, they felt absurdly huge and hard. I could tell from his face that he loved that I was exploring his body. And then I was touching his pecs. Squeezing them gently. Feeling the incredible thickness of the muscle. So much fucking thickness. God. It was like nothing I’d ever felt on any man’s body before. <br />
<br />
AJ suddenly looked slightly nervous again as my hand slipped down and I cautiously tugged on the waistband of his shorts and helped him pull them down. I could see his huge hard on tenting the material of his crisp white boxers. Fuck! He then helped me unbuckle my belt and pull my jeans off, my own hard cock juddering and bulging through the white cotton material of my underwear.<br />
<br />
He looked a little weary as he pulled my boxers down and my hard cock was revealed. But I could tell it was something he really wanted. He was looking at it as if he’d never seen an erect cock before. He cautiously wrapped his hand around it and gently squeezed and I released a little groan of ecstasy, which AJ cheekily grinned at. <br />
<br />
He continued to squeeze it as we kissed and my hands explored his huge, thick upper arms once again and ran to his perfectly pumped pecs. “Fuck!” AJ muttered as he squeezed and tugged my rock hard cock, which was now wet with pre-cum.<br />
<br />
I then wrapped my hand around AJ’s hard on through the material of his boxers and squeezed hard. “Oh God!” he groaned, burying his face into my neck. I squeezed and tugged as I began to wank him off, all the time he was releasing the cutest moans and groans into my neck. <br />
<br />
I wanted to make AJ squirm and groan and moan and cum. I wanted to send him to Heaven and back. I pulled down on the material of his boxers and squeezed his free cock. I looked down to study it. It was probably the most gorgeous looking cock I‘d ever seen. Perfectly sized and shaped with a huge, thick head. The perfect cock to match every other perfect thing about AJ.<br />
<br />
Seeing AJ’s reaction as I squeezed his hard on gave me a surge of confidence. I manoeuvred so I was on top of AJ, with him lying flat on his back, all the time with my hand wrapped around his gorgeous cock. A playful, ecstatic grin sat on AJ’s face. I got the impression he liked the fact that I was taking charge. I coyly grinned back and kissed him, then moved my head down to his chest. I kissed the soft, thick cushions of bulging muscle and ran my tongue over one of the hard, abnormally large nipples which stuck out from one of his perfectly round pecs.<br />
<br />
I then moved my head down to his stomach, placing my lips on the first bubble of ab muscle I came to. Gently kissing it, feeling the block of tummy muscle under my lips. I moved my head down and kissed all six of his abs. AJ released one his cute, little, giggles as I did so, while gently brushing his fingers through my hair. <br />
<br />
And then I came to the head of his cock. Thick and hard and juddering up and down. I gently kissed that too, and AJ released another groan. I kissed it again, this time, for longer. My wet lips pressed against the head of his thick cock. And then I placed my tongue on it. Gently tickling the head at first, then dancing around it. I held the base of AJ’s huge, hard dick with my hand and it juddered and throbbed as my lips opened up and I put the whole of the head in my mouth. <br />
<br />
“Oh God!” AJ groaned, as I worked my lips around his cock, and danced my tongue around the head. His reaction spurred me on even further as I plunged down, taking the whole of AJ’s thick, perfect cock in my mouth. <br />
<br />
Worshipping AJ’s gorgeous dick with my lips, feeling his throbbing, wet, cum filled cock in my mouth, hearing him groan and moan as he got closer to ecstasy, I felt like I was in my own little private Heaven. I felt completely liberated. Totally uninhibited. Nothing else mattered in that moment but AJ and his cock. <br />
<br />
“Oh fuck!” AJ panted. “Noah! Oh God!”<br />
<br />
I sucked his perfect dick harder. The fingers of his right hand were gripping into my hair and his other hand was firmly gripped on my shoulder blade. <br />
<br />
“Noah!” he cried. “I’m gonna cum!” <br />
<br />
I reacted with a muffled groan and sucked harder still. I wanted so much to make AJ cum. To send him to Heaven. For my gorgeous, perfect AJ to blow his hot, muscle boy load in my mouth.<br />
<br />
And then he did.<br />
<br />
“ARRRRGGGHHH!” <br />
<br />
I’d never heard anyone groan so loudly from cumming. I groaned too, as his dick exploded and I felt and tasted AJ’s wet cum in my mouth. And then I heard him laughing. An adorable, post orgasmic giggle. I looked up and saw his face. That gorgeous fucking face. Looking down at me with such joy, such warmth. I felt an incredible buzz at the realisation that <i>I</i> had caused that expression. <br />
<br />
“Fuck!” he panted, while trying to catch his breath. I coyly moved back up the bed so I was next to him, all the time he didn’t take his eyes off me. All the time he was looking at me with such incredible affection.<br />
<br />
We kissed. It was softer than before. But no less amazing. Neither of us could stop smiling. I buried my head in his huge chest and wrapped my arm around his waist. Just as he’d done with me before. Just as I’d imagined doing so a few weeks before when we were sitting on this very bed. Just like I’d imagined countless of times lying in my own bed. His soft skin was warm and slightly sticky. His whole body seemed to radiate this incredible warmth and testosterone.<br />
<br />
AJ wrapped his huge arm around me and kissed me softly on the head, and I was filled with this incredible feeling of euphoria. Mixed an almost disbelief at what had just happened. Because AJ Jones, my old friend from school, had feelings for me. AJ Jones, the bodybuilder, liked me back. AJ Jones, who regularly strutted around bodybuilding shows, sticking his tongue out and cranking out poses in his shiny, lime green posing trunks, was now wrapped around me naked, just moments after I’d made him cum. Holy Jesus, fucking HELL.</div>
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muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-8679347114913017312018-10-02T18:47:00.001+01:002018-10-02T18:57:05.698+01:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 6)<b>"I turned around, and sure enough, there was AJ Jones, looking bigger and
more gorgeous than he ever had. Fuck. His arms were bulging out of a
tight, white t-shirt and his absurdly thick legs were squeezed into a
pair of light blue jeans that were so tight they looked like they were
painted on. Suddenly, all of the nerves seemed to evaporate, and I was
filled with this incredible warmth. Because AJ was here. And wherever <i>here</i> was didn’t matter. Even just seeing him again made me feel ridiculously happy."</b><br />
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In part 6 of "AJ & Noah", Noah's best friend, Naomi, comes back to Little Denton for the weekend and AJ joins them and Eddie (the guy Noah's kind of seeing) on a night out. Noah, Eddie and AJ in the same room together? Surely the universe will implode?<br />
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Part 7 coming soon (and it's a big one)!<br />
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<b>Seventeen</b></div>
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<br />
All I could think about for the next few days was that evening I’d spent with AJ. It had been the most <i>amazing</i> night. The events of which had been going round and round in my head. Being in his car listening to the radio. The hoodie he’d gifted me. AJ teasing me about spontaneously squeezing a most muscular in my face. Seeing his shirtless torso in the changing room. The buzz of being with him in public at Tesco and everyone staring at him. AJ confessing to me what it’s like to be on stage. Me confessing to him about my Andy crush and confiding in him about Eddie. And that incredible moment when he’d pushed his leg against mine and hadn’t moved it. When it felt like the world had stopped. <br />
<br />
Even when I was reunited with my best friend, Naomi, for the first time in over a month, my mind was still very much on AJ and that evening. <br />
<br />
“Noah! Your arms look really beefy!” she said to me, as I got in her car. <br />
<br />
Much like when Eddie had complimented me on my arms the previous week, I failed to suppress a smug grin at Naomi’s comment. I also couldn’t help wondering what the hell she would ever think if she saw AJ’s enormous sized arms.<br />
<br />
“Been going to the gym a lot then?”<br />
<br />
“Yeah! Well, I haven’t really got that much else to do, have I?” I said, grinning.<br />
<br />
“Do you wished you’d stayed in London?”<br />
<br />
It was an interesting question. A few weeks ago I would have said yes. Because I <i>had</i> wished I had stayed in London when I’d first come back to Little Denton. But since I’d started hanging out with AJ, that had completely changed. Even just the thought of it was ridiculous. Three months in London probably spent working in a call centre and forking out for rent while the majority of my friends were back at their parents, versus the last few weeks spent exchanging cute, funny messages and hanging out with a painfully gorgeous bodybuilder.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t help smiling at the thought, which Naomi looked a little suspicious of. “Erm … nah. I think I did the right thing in coming back.” <br />
<br />
It wasn’t so easy to hide the fact that something was going on from Naomi when I was sat opposite her in the pub.<br />
<br />
“So what else have you been up to?”<br />
<br />
My mouth erupted in a coy grin which completely gave me away. I just couldn’t keep from smiling.<br />
<br />
She gasped and looked excited. “What?! What’s going on?”<br />
<br />
“Nothing!” I protested.<br />
<br />
She screwed her face up in a, “You can’t fool me!” expression. Which I couldn’t. Naomi knew me better than anyone. A lot of the time I didn’t even have to tell her what I was thinking for her to know. And she knew exactly when I was hiding something.<br />
<br />
I sighed. “OK! I’ve been going to the gym with AJ Jones!”<br />
<br />
She gasped again and her mouth curled into an amused and excited grin. She shook her head. “Hanging out with a bodybuilder? No wonder you look so happy!”<br />
<br />
I playfully rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t deny it. I <i>was</i> happy, and it was clearly written all over my face. <br />
<br />
“He looks <i>huge</i> in his Facebook pictures!”<br />
<br />
I told Naomi about mine and AJ’s Facebook messages, how he’d invited me to Scorpio’s and our nights in at his drinking and watching “Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug” (which, like most people our age, Naomi was also a huge fan of). And I told her about how cheeky and funny he was, both in his messages and in person, and how he was always teasing me about being a future muscle freak, and how he clearly liked to think he was corrupting me. <br />
<br />
As I told her, a suspicious smirk arose on her face. “You like him!” she said to me. “I can tell.”<br />
<br />
I felt immediately defensive. Because admitting I liked AJ, who, until a few days before, I was certain nothing more than platonic would ever happen with, was like openly confessing that I was in a potentially vulnerable situation. No one wants to be the person who likes someone who will never like them back. But this was Naomi. There was no hiding anything from her. So I decided to play it down.<br />
<br />
I shrugged. “Well he <i>is</i> a bodybuilder! But you know, he’s straight. Ummm … well …” and then I paused.<br />
<br />
Naomi gasped. “What?!”<br />
<br />
I realised in that moment how much I wanted to talk to Naomi about what had happened in AJ’s bedroom. “Something weird happened the other night!” And then I proceeded to tell her about his leg touching mine, but how he hadn't moved it afterwards. <br />
<br />
“Maybe he’s bi?” Naomi suggested.<br />
<br />
“Maybe! I dunno. Maybe it was just the alcohol?” I reasoned.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. OK, don’t be pissed, but maybe because you kind of want something to happen, you’re reading too much into it?” <br />
<br />
It felt like a kick to the stomach, but I knew there was a chance that Naomi could have been right.<br />
<br />
After the pub we went back to mine. By then I’d told Naomi all about Eddie too. Hanging out with her, it was probably the least I’d thought about AJ for weeks. That changed, however, when I received that all too familiar notification on my phone which sent my pulse racing. AJ had sent me a Facebook message.<br />
<br />
“OK, new idea for an episode of AJ and Noah in The Land of Beef.”<br />
<br />
My face grew into an ecstatic, dreamy grin when I saw it. The same one it always did. Only that time there was someone in my company who’d noticed it.<br />
<br />
“Is that AJ?” Naomi asked.<br />
<br />
“Maybe!” I sheepishly replied.<br />
<br />
“Your face!” She looked surprised at just how pleased I was to get a text from him. “You <i>really</i> like him!” she said, with a smug grin. <br />
<br />
I groaned, and put my face in my hands. There was no use denying it. But admitting my feelings for AJ to another person, my stomach suddenly twisted. I actually felt a little scared about the situation.<br />
<br />
“Hey, are you still going into town tomorrow?” AJ messaged me, after telling me about his episode idea which involved him finding a magic pill which meant he couldn’t stop growing and turned into an excessive monster who could barely walk (FUCKING HELL).<br />
<br />
His message threw me. Was he about to make another offer? Invite me round to his house to get drunk again? Or maybe watch Dom and Cole stoned? The thought of either of those scenarios filled me with excitement. And I wondered, for a moment, whether I could ditch Naomi on her weekend back. Then immediately felt guilty about it. <br />
<br />
“One of my mates from college has just reminded me it’s his birthday. I’m gonna be in town too.” AJ explained.<br />
<br />
I was confused, but excited at what was unfolding. “Awesome!” I replied.<br />
<br />
“Maybe we could come and meet you guys?”<br />
<br />
My heart was pounding. AJ and his straight mates wanted to come and meet me, Naomi and Eddie at a gay pub. It was so unexpected. Would such a thing even work? I told Naomi, who seemed surprised, but also excited at what was unfolding too.<br />
<br />
“Would they even let them in the pub?” she asked. <br />
<br />
“Dunno!” I replied, shrugging.<br />
<br />
Why would AJ even want to come to a gay pub? And then I remembered what I’d told him the other night. That he’d probably “get mobbed” if he went to a gay pub. Maybe that comment had left him curious and he wanted to find out how much attention he’d receive?<br />
<br />
“Tell him to come and meet us!” Naomi said. I could tell she was really excited at the prospect of seeing what would happen. <br />
<br />
“You, me, Eddie and AJ? I can’t imagine it!” I said. Just the thought of it made me nervous. Eddie and AJ together. AJ in a gay pub. What the fuck?! But I couldn’t deny that the idea kind of excited me too. Introducing AJ to my friends. Showing him off. Seeing their reaction to how outrageously muscular he was. And of course, it would mean I’d get to spend yet another evening with him.<br />
<br />
I typed a message. “OK! But I told you. You’ll probably get mobbed!” And then I erased it, and decided to play it cool instead. “Sounds good! Just send me a text!”<br />
<br />
“I bet he doesn’t come and meet us!” I said to Naomi. “His friends won’t wanna come to a gay pub!” <br />
<br />
“You never know!” She had this mischievous smirk on her face. “Maybe he just really wants to see you again!” she playfully said.<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes and grinned. While all the time pondering the possibility that maybe she was right.</div>
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<b>Eighteen</b></div>
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<br />
“I suppose he’s told <i>you</i> all about this mystery person he keeps on going off to see?” my mum asked Naomi as were heading out the front door.<br />
<br />
“And who came to pick him up the other day in a car!” she continued.<br />
<br />
<i>ARGGHH!!</i><br />
<br />
“He won’t tell me anything, Naomi! I bet you don’t keep secrets from your mother!” <br />
<br />
“BYE, mum!” I dramatically said, pushing a giggling Naomi out the door.<br />
<br />
“For fuck’s sake!” I said as we walked away from my house and made our way to the Little Denton train station. <br />
<br />
Naomi laughed. “I love your mum! At least she’s cool with talking about that kind of stuff with you. My mum would never ask me about girls!”<br />
<br />
“Ugh! Wanna swap mums?”<br />
<br />
I hadn’t heard from AJ since he’d suggested coming to meet us for a drink the day before. All day I had been wondering whether he’d message me and bring up the subject again. Something I was nervous at the prospect of happening. Because, while a part of me had really wanted to hear from him, for the first time ever, another part had hoped that I wouldn’t. <br />
<br />
When it had got to the evening, I assumed that AJ had either changed his mind about the idea, or that his friends weren’t keen on coming to a gay pub. I wasn’t sure whether I was more disappointed or relieved. What me and AJ had was so special, but it felt like it only existed in Facebook messages, Scorpio’s Gym, his car and his bedroom. We’d created our own little world and those were the spaces it existed in. For AJ to come to a gay pub, to meet my other friends, it felt like it would throw everything off balance. What would he be like in front of Naomi and Eddie? What would <i>I</i> be like? I’d have to create this whole new version of myself, which lay somewhere in between the person I was with Naomi and Eddie, and the person I was with AJ.<br />
<br />
As I knew they would, Eddie and Naomi got on brilliantly. We were in the bar Eddie and I had been to previously with the two for one cocktails deal. Certain that I wouldn’t hear from him, I had taken my mind off AJ. And then my phone vibrated and all of that changed. Before I even looked at my phone I just <i>knew</i> it was a message from him. <br />
<br />
“Cookie Monster! We’re coming to meet you. Where you at?”<br />
<br />
Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, <i>fuck</i>. I went into a slight panic. I considered ignoring him. Switching off my phone. Because AJ didn’t belong in this world. Because if me, AJ, Eddie and Naomi were ever in the same room the universe would surely implode. <br />
<br />
“Is that <i>him</i>?” Naomi asked me. She had this sly grin on her face. I bit my lip and nodded anxiously.<br />
<br />
“What’s up?” Eddie asked as he returned with drinks. Naomi’s grin widened. She was loving this. <br />
<br />
“Erm … our friend from school says he wants to come and meet us,” I told Eddie.<br />
<br />
Our friend from school! Naomi was never friends with AJ.<br />
<br />
“Ahhh, cool!” Eddie replied. <br />
<br />
“Erm … yeah. Well, it’s that personal trainer guy. Remember the guy I showed you a picture of?”<br />
<br />
Eddie suddenly looked excited. “The hot, huge bodybuilder guy?” <br />
<br />
<i>Oh fuck.</i><br />
<br />
“Yeah!” I sheepishly replied. I blushed slightly at hearing Eddie describe AJ in such a manner, but I also felt an undeniable rush. <br />
<br />
“I thought you only saw him that once?” Eddie said curiously.<br />
<br />
<i>Oh God.</i><br />
<br />
“Ummm … no, I see him quite a bit,” I replied, suddenly feeling both nervous, and oddly guilty. “He works at the gym!” I explained. It was the truth after all. Even if it wasn’t exactly why or where I saw him. <br />
<br />
AJ took a ridiculously long time to arrive. Which was fucking <i>torturous</i>. My stomach was in knots and I was drinking at a faster pace than usual. <br />
<br />
“Oh my God! Is that <i>him</i>?” Naomi suddenly exclaimed. <br />
<br />
I turned around, and sure enough, there was AJ Jones, looking bigger and more gorgeous than he ever had. Fuck. His arms were bulging out of a tight, white t-shirt and his absurdly thick legs were squeezed into a pair of light blue jeans that were so tight they looked like they were painted on. Suddenly, all of the nerves seemed to evaporate, and I was filled with this incredible warmth. Because AJ was here. And wherever <i>here</i> was didn’t matter. Even just seeing him again made me feel ridiculously happy.<br />
<br />
I had wondered whether he might feel uncomfortable or awkward walking into a gay pub. He clearly didn’t. In fact, he looked so extraordinarily confident as he walked towards us. And fucking HELL did he look gorgeous. He was more tanned than he had been the other night. His hair was preened to perfection. His tits were bursting through his t-shirt. And those arms. Those enormous fucking arms! It was so surreal to see him in the setting of a gay pub. He looked like a fucking cartoon.<br />
<br />
Naomi and Eddie seemed shocked at the sight of him. But it was a good shocked. I actual fucking loved the expressions on their faces. And the fact that AJ had caused them. But it wasn’t just my friends who were reacting to his entrance. It felt like the whole pub was looking at the huge, gorgeous bodybuilder who’d just practically strutted into the pub with a perfectly regular sized, and rather nonchalant looking mate.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t stop smiling as AJ joined our group. “You remember Naomi?” I said to him. What happened next completely surprised me. AJ put his arm around Naomi and kissed her on the cheek like they were old friends, even though they never had been at school. <br />
<br />
“And this is Eddie!”<br />
<br />
And then I was even more surprised, because AJ greeted Eddie in the exact same way. He amusingly responded with an excited and flustered, “Oooh!” that the hot, gorgeous bodybuilder had kissed him. It was absurd, but I felt instantly jealous of Eddie. Interestingly enough, AJ didn’t greet me in the same way. I didn’t get so much as a tap on the shoulder.<br />
<br />
“Sorry, we went to another pub first!” AJ explained, after he introduced us to his mate as Nathan. “Drinks?” he asked, addressing the group. As he and Nathan went to the bar, I watched a dozen heads turn. People were excitedly whispering and unashamedly staring as AJ waddled through the crowd. I really loved the fact that he was causing such a stir. <br />
<br />
“He is HUGE!” Eddie exclaimed. Naomi just shot me an amused, knowing smirk.<br />
<br />
AJ and Nathan came back with a round, then disappeared and quickly came back with a round of shots on top of that. “SHOTS!” he exclaimed, to which Naomi looked especially pleased. I couldn’t believe how confident AJ was. I mean, he was always confident, but never like this. He was more animated too. Whether it was the alcohol or being in the setting of a bar I wasn’t sure. Whatever it was, though, it was like AJ cranked up to ten. It clearly rubbed off too, as Naomi and Eddie seemed to become more lively too in his presence.<br />
<br />
“I LOVE HIM!” Naomi exclaimed to me not long after. <br />
<br />
As much as I was enjoying seeing my friends fall in love with AJ, as we all stood around and chatted in a group, I started to crave a bit of one on one time with him. It might sound selfish, but watching him stood in the middle of Eddie and Naomi, a part of me just wanted to take him off somewhere so it could just be the two of us like it normally was.<br />
<br />
Soon after, he ended up reshuffling so he was stood next time. It was like he’d read my mind. <br />
<br />
“And why aren’t <i>you</i> wearing your Scorpio’s hoodie?” he leaned in and teasingly said to me. I grinned and playfully rolled my eyes. God. I would have done anything to have kissed him in that moment. Sexy AJ and his bulging biceps and ridiculous chest. Gorgeous AJ and his cute little button nose and heart melting grin.<br />
<br />
“I wasn’t sure if you were gonna come! So how’s your first gay pub?”<br />
<br />
“It’s cool!” he said. “Haven’t been mobbed yet though!”<br />
<br />
I laughed. “You’re getting loads of attention!”<br />
<br />
He playfully shook his head. “Ugh! I know! I hate it!” And then he wiggled his eyebrows up and down and gave me the most gorgeous and mischievous grin. <br />
<br />
“Naomi, I hope you’re prepared!” AJ exclaimed. “Because Noah’s gonna be a huge, shredded muscle freak soon!”<br />
<br />
<i>Oh my fucking GOD!</i> <br />
<br />
I shook my head and grinned, while blushing slightly.<br />
<br />
“His arms definitely look bigger!” an amused Naomi said.<br />
<br />
“They’ll be TWICE as big as that when we’re done! I’ve been teaching him all the bodybuilding lingo! And we’ve picked out a nickname for him!”<br />
<br />
Naomi nodded and shot me a sly, knowing look. My cheeks were burning. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.<br />
<br />
“The Cookie Monster!” AJ exclaimed. “GRRRR!!” <br />
<br />
I felt so incredibly sheepish, but I couldn’t help smiling. AJ was letting Naomi in on the little world we’d created, and I knew exactly what was going through her mind. How much I loved it. Whatever I had with AJ. And how much I clearly liked him. <br />
<br />
“And what does your mum think about all of this, Noah?” Naomi teased. I groaned in response.<br />
<br />
“I need to see your mum!” AJ excitedly exclaimed. “She’s such a legend!” <br />
<br />
“NO! That is NOT happening!” I said. <br />
<br />
“Why?” AJ said.<br />
<br />
“Because she’ll embarrass the fuck out of me!” <br />
<br />
“What if I just popped round to your house one day without telling you?”<br />
<br />
“You better NOT!” I exclaimed. <br />
<br />
AJ playfully shook his head and turned to Naomi. “Honestly! I buy him a hoodie and he won’t even let me talk to his mum!”<br />
<br />
The statement completely knocked me for six. Wait, AJ <i>bought</i> me the hoodie? What the fuck?! Maybe it was a slip of the tongue, but Naomi was looking at me wide eyed. <br />
<br />
AJ didn’t seem to register what he’d said and we carried in as normal. When he disappeared to the toilets shortly after, Naomi broached the subject. “He bought you a hoodie?!” she asked. I was so confused. My mind was racing. <br />
<br />
“It’s just a hoodie from the gym. He said he’d managed to get it for me ‘cause he knows the owners!” I explained. “They <i>do</i> have a shop there though!” Naomi raised one eyebrow, and had this suspicious look on her face.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. I dunno!” she replied. “He, just … seems to like you! It feels like there’s something going on between you two!”<br />
<br />
<i>FUCK!</i><br />
<br />
“Did you notice how he hugged and kissed you and Eddie but not me?” I asked Naomi.<br />
<br />
“Yeah,” she replied. “But you probably wouldn’t do that if you liked someone, would you? It would mean too much to just do it that casually!” <br />
<br />
My stomach was doing somersaults. Was Naomi right? Could the thing I’d been thinking since the leg incident actually be true? Fuck, fuck, FUCK.<br />
<br />
AJ came back to the group. “Noah, come with me for two minutes. I just wanna show you something!”<br />
<br />
I looked at him with a confused look. “What?!” I asked. <br />
<br />
“Just come with me!” he demanded.<br />
<br />
What the fuck?! I followed AJ, excited but confused. It was such a fucking rush following him through the bar. So many heads turned at the huge, cute muscle bull bulging out of his tight, white t-shirt. The same huge, cute muscle bull who was with <i>me</i>. <br />
<br />
AJ led me into the empty men’s bathroom. He peeped round the door to check no one was coming. I had no idea what was going on. “I’ve just got something to show you on my phone!” he said, standing about a foot away from me. <br />
<br />
He looked down and his hand slipped towards one of his jean pockets, but in one swift movement, he bought both of his arms up to his shoulders, looked at me with the most manic grin, and then bought both of his arms down into a most muscular pose, with a loud, grizzly, “YEEESSS!” <br />
<br />
<i>OH MY FUCKING GOD!! </i><br />
<br />
I didn’t know where to look. Or what to do. I was frozen to the spot. As he’d teased two nights before, in the middle of the toilets of a gay pub, AJ had just surprised me by squeezing a crab most muscular pose right in my fucking face when I had least expected it! An actual bodybuilder, right in front of me, posing just for me, in the cheekiest and horniest way imaginable.<br />
<br />
“Your face!” he said, giggling. I must have looked horrified because AJ suddenly looked concerned. “Noah, are you OK?”<br />
<br />
I shook my head. “Ummm … yeah!” I said, trying to regain composure. “You just scared the shit out of me!” It was true. He had scared me. But scared wasn’t the only thing I was feeling. Shock. Amazement. An overwhelming desire for AJ to crank out another pose in my face with that crazy, manic grin and outrageously cocky sound he’d made and to see his muscles bulging under and around the fabric of his t-shirt. FUCKING HELL!! <br />
<br />
I finally relaxed my face. “You’re a fucking nutter!” I managed to say.<br />
<br />
AJ giggled. “Told you I’d do it when you least expected it!” he said with a mischievous, proud grin. <br />
<br />
He clearly loved the fact that he’d made good on his promise and pulled off his outrageously cheeky stunt. Still flustered, I grinned at him back. Because I’d loved it too. So, so fucking much. Amazingly, standing so close together, looking at each other and smiling, sharing a moment, it felt like something was happening again. Time seemed to slow down. The butterflies were going crazy. And I wanted to kiss me so badly it felt like I was going to explode. <br />
<br />
Two guys came into the toilets and broke the tension. They both clocked AJ straight away. “My God! Your arms are HUGE!” one of them exclaimed, with absolutely no inhibition. I could tell he was a bit of a character. Loud and animated and a little camp. And probably a little bit drunk too. <br />
<br />
AJ laughed and flashed him a warm, friendly grin. “Can I ask you a question?” the guy said. “How often do you go the gym?” Fuck, I loved it. Just seeing AJ getting attention and people reacting to his muscles.<br />
<br />
AJ shook his head. “Never been to the gym before in my life, mate!” he replied, with a straight face.<br />
<br />
The guy laughed. “Can I have a feel?” <br />
<br />
<i>Oh. My. Fucking. CHRIST!</i><br />
<br />
“Sure!” AJ replied, his mouth curling into an excitable grin and his whole face lighting up.<br />
<br />
<i>WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!</i><br />
<br />
I felt like I had slipped into an alternative reality as AJ stuck his arm out and curled his fist into a flex and an insane ball of bicep muscle, bigger than I ever would have expected, exploded off his upper arm, and this incredibly lucky stranger before us place a hand around the bulging muscle and gripped it tight.<br />
<br />
There were so many emotions running through my mind at that moment. Amazed and aroused at seeing AJ’s flexed bicep. Dumbfounded that this stranger had been so bold and brazen as to ask if he could feel his muscles. Impressed at how casual AJ had obliged. Aroused at how he seemed to be loving the attention, and having his muscles felt. And an almost insane jealousy and envy that this complete stranger had walked into the bathroom, and two seconds later was doing the thing I had longed to do since purchasing my very first muscle magazine; feeling the flexed bicep of a genuine, competitive bodybuilder. <br />
<br />
The stranger’s face fell open in shock and his eyes were transfixed on the flexed bicep underneath his fingers. “Fucking HELL!” he exclaimed.<br />
<br />
AJ’s grin grew wider in response and then I felt a sudden, strong pang of nerves when AJ briefly glanced in my direction and locked eyes with me. And I knew exactly why. I was terrified of the thought of him being able to read my expression in that moment. Which I’m sure he did, because his smile faded and he was suddenly looking at me with a serious expression, followed by a sheepish little smile. Like he knew what I was thinking. Fuck. It felt like another little shared moment. My stomach twisted and he quickly looked back at the guy feeling his bicep.<br />
<br />
A thought suddenly flashed in my head. More of an image, of AJ turning to me and saying, “OK, Noah, your turn next!” I wanted it so badly. I wanted to feel that muscle. I wanted to touch AJ in an intimate way. But at the same I didn’t. Because I was terrified of what my response would be, and what my expression would give away, if it hadn’t already.<br />
<br />
“That is bonkers!” the stranger said, releasing his grip on AJ’s bicep. They exchanged names and gave each other a little hug, then me and AJ exchanged knowing, amused smirks at what had happened as we walked out of the toilets. <br />
<br />
“Guys here are so friendly! I might have to come here again!” he said, as we walked back to the group. Meanwhile my head was still spinning at what I’d just witnessed.<br />
<br />
“I’ve just been felt up in the toilets!” AJ outrageously announced to everyone as we returned to our friends.<br />
<br />
“I’m not surprised!” Eddie exclaimed.<br />
<br />
“OK, there’s a guy over there,” Naomi said. “And I’m pretty sure it’s Reece Miller!” <br />
<br />
My stomach lurched.<br />
<br />
“Oh no! Really?!” I asked.<br />
<br />
“FUCK! OFF!” AJ replied, spinning his head around to where Naomi was looking. But while I was nervous at the prospect of seeing my ex best friend from school who’d outed me to everyone in Year 11, for the first time in years, AJ seemed excited.<br />
<br />
I looked to where Naomi was directing my attention to, and sure enough, it was Reece. My stomach twisted at the sight of him. <br />
<br />
“Who’s Reece Miller?” Eddie asked.<br />
<br />
“A little fucking PRICK!” AJ exclaimed. My heart fluttered. I loved how much AJ hated Reece.<br />
<br />
“My ex best friend from school. I told him I was gay and he told the whole school!”<br />
<br />
“What?!” Eddie exclaimed.<br />
<br />
“Why’s he so orange?” Naomi asked.<br />
<br />
“Think he’d be surprised to see us together?” AJ asked mischievously. I smirked in response. <br />
<br />
“Noah, come on!” AJ said, signalling for me to follow him.<br />
<br />
“What?!”<br />
<br />
“We’re just gonna have a little chat with him!” AJ said, firmly.<br />
<br />
“NO WAY!” I exclaimed. <br />
<br />
“Come ON!” he said forcefully. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I couldn’t not go. Even though I was nervous as hell. But I had to admit, I was kind of excited too. I had no idea what AJ was about to do. So I followed him towards my ex best friend.<br />
<br />
“Reece Miller!” AJ said in an animated, overly friendly fashion as we closed in on him. Reece<br />
<br />
Reece didn’t seem particularly impressed with the fact that AJ had morphed into a muscle bull. He briefly gave him a quick, fake smile, before it faded and a brief look of judgement and disdain fell on Reece’s face, which he failed to mask. Almost like he was looking down on AJ. I felt a sharp pang of hatred towards him in that moment. How fucking dare he look at AJ that way?<br />
<br />
“You remember Noah?” AJ asked. Reece looked at me. He nodded and his mouth curled into smile. I couldn’t help noticing there was a sly, smugness about it though. Like he still got a kick out what he’d done to me at school.<br />
<br />
“Yeah! Of course!” Reece said. “This is David!” he said, signalling to the guy standing next to him. On first impressions, David seemed nice enough. Way too nice to be hanging out with a little bitch like Reece.<br />
<br />
“Weren’t you two best friends at one point?” AJ asked. Oh God! I suddenly felt nervous. Reece looked surprised at the question and gave a slightly awkward, forced smile.<br />
<br />
“Yeah, you were. I remember!” AJ continued. “Didn’t Noah confide in you that he was gay and then you went behind his back and told everyone at school?” <br />
<br />
<i>OH MY GOD!</i> I was so shocked. Everything suddenly felt really awkward. Reece and his mate were speechless. Reece’s mouth actually hung open for a little while. <br />
<br />
AJ then turned to David and put his hand on his shoulder. “Yeah! Your boyfriend’s a fucking PRICK, mate!” And then he confidently and casually strode off, with me in tow, leaving an embarrassed and clearly outraged Reece behind. <br />
<br />
My heart was bursting in my chest. <i>Fuck</i>. I’d loved what AJ had done so much. It had been so fucking slick and smooth, and he’d been so confident and ballsy. But it wasn’t just the way he’d done it, but the fact that it had all been for me. It felt like I had my very own hero. A knight in shining armour. Or should that be a knight in shining posing trunks?<br />
<br />
I’d never felt that Reece had gotten his comeuppance for what he did to me. Sure, I’d confronted him and shouted at him. My mum had stormed round his house, too and shouted at his mum. But nothing had ever really happened after that. I’d never gotten the impression that he’d ever felt particularly guilty for outing me and causing me months of hassle at school, either. He definitely hadn’t shown any sort of remorse. And now he’d been exposed and humiliated in front of either a boyfriend, friend or date by the hottest guy, probably to ever set foot inside the bar. I couldn’t help thinking how much my mum would love to hear about how AJ had humiliated him, too.<br />
<br />
“That was fucking AWESOME!” I said to AJ as we walked back to the group. He turned around and flashed me one of this warm, gorgeous, coy grins. And in that moment, my feelings for him felt bigger than ever.<br />
<br />
“AJ’s a bit of a character!” Eddie said to me when AJ and Naomi went to get another round of drinks. “Yeah. Just a bit!” I said, grinning. <br />
<br />
“And you were right. He is pretty hot!” <br />
<br />
Oh God. I suddenly felt nervous. I had completely forgotten that I’d described AJ that way, back on my second date with Eddie after my personal training session with AJ, before we’d really started to get to know each other again, before all the cute, funny Facebook messages, the trips to Scorpio’s and the nights in at his.<br />
<br />
I nervously smiled at Eddie, trying to play it cool. If only he knew how I really felt. AJ and Naomi came back shortly afterwards with another round of shots. I remember looking at the two of them in that moment, getting on so well and feeling this incredible sense of warmth towards them both. My best friend Naomi and my old slash new friend AJ. Both so incredibly special to me. I couldn’t think of any two people I would have rather been with in that moment. <br />
<br />
Up until that point it had been such an awesome night. AJ joining us and completely making the evening what it was. Him and Naomi getting on so well. The way he’d confronted Reece Miller. The most muscular he’d squeezed in my face in the toilets (FUCK!) and the lucky stranger who’d felt one of his flexed biceps shortly afterwards.<br />
<br />
I never would have predicted how that night would end. You could probably argue that it didn’t really end that well, but I’m not sure that’s entirely true. But that particular round of shots seemed to be something of a turning point. Things got extremely hazy from that point on, but I’m sure that most of the next half an hour or so I spent mostly talking to Eddie.<br />
<br />
Naomi was there for some of it, but there were definite periods where she wasn’t. The same went for AJ. What I do remember is this. That at some point, AJ turned from the fun loving, happy, outgoing life of the party into something else entirely. I remember him looking, not so pissed off, more upset about something. And I didn’t know what. I remember this overwhelming feeling of concern. And asking his friend Nathan if AJ was okay and him telling me that AJ had just had a lot to drink. <br />
<br />
And then I remember Eddie telling me that he’d had fun the Friday before when we’d gone for Chinese and ended up back at his, and not long after he kissed me. Then I remember going to the toilets shortly afterwards and suddenly having a pang of worry for AJ in my stomach and thinking that I <i>really</i> wanted to find him. Things were more clear after that. Like my worry for AJ sobered me up a little. Or maybe it was what happened next. <br />
<br />
On the walk back to the group, Naomi approached me and what she said made my heart drop.<br />
<br />
“AJ’s gone!”<br />
<br />
“What?! Why?”<br />
<br />
“He didn’t say goodbye to anyone,” she explained. “He just kinda stormed out. He looked … pissed off. More upset actually!”<br />
<br />
Fuck! A dozen questions were racing through my mind. Had I done something wrong? Why had he left without saying goodbye? Was he okay? Why was he was so upset? And then I had a sudden, strong urge to run after him. <br />
<br />
His friend, Nathan, then approached us with his phone in his hand, shaking his head. “He’s just text me. He’s on his way back to the station!” he said, rolling his eyes.<br />
<br />
“Is he OK?” I asked concerned.<br />
<br />
Nathan shrugged. “Yeah. He’s wasted! He’ll be fine. He gets like this sometimes!” he said casually. I couldn’t help noticing how little Nathan seemed concerned about AJ. Meanwhile, I was barely able to breathe from worry. “I’d better go after him. See you, guys!” <br />
<br />
“Yeah. See ya, mate!” I replied. “Oh, Happy Birthday by the way!”<br />
<br />
Nathan furrowed his eyebrows. “It’s not my birthday!” he said.<br />
<br />
“Oh!” I said sheepishly. It was a weird, awkward moment, but there were bigger things going on, and Nathan had to rush after AJ. I was sure AJ had said it was his mate’s birthday and that’s why he was coming into town. He had said it. Unless he’d ditched some other mates to come and meet us?<br />
<br />
I text AJ. A series of frantic messages that I may have had second thoughts about sending had I not been drinking shots all evening. <br />
<br />
“Are you OK?”<br />
<br />
“How come you just left? Naomi said you looked upset?”<br />
<br />
“Just let me know you’re alright!” <br />
<br />
But I didn’t get an response. “Maybe he just realised he was really drunk and had to leave?” I reasoned with Naomi.<br />
<br />
She was shaking her head and looking at me with a smug grin. <br />
<br />
“What?” I asked.<br />
<br />
“It was because of <i>you</i>!” Naomi said to me. <br />
<br />
“What?! WHY?! What do you mean?!” I asked, anxiously.<br />
<br />
“Weren’t you kissing Eddie?”<br />
<br />
<i>Fuck!</i> My heart started to pound. No. Surely that wasn’t it? What the <i>fuck</i>?! <br />
<br />
“Why would that bother him?” I asked her. But I think I already knew the answer.<br />
<br />
And Naomi looked at me again, excited with one eyebrow raised. And I felt excited too, because maybe she was right, again. “There’s something going on with you two! The way he talks to you.” <br />
<br />
<i>Fuck. </i><br />
<br />
“The way he <i>looks</i> at you!” <br />
<br />
<i>Fuck, fuck, FUCK!</i><br />
<br />
I can’t describe the buzz I was feeling at that moment. It was like I’d slipped into another world. A world where AJ, the boy who said he’d look after me, the boy who spent hours sending me funny, cute messages, the boy who the week before told me he’d hold my hand to protect me, the boy who’d potentially bought me a hoodie, not just obtaining it for free as he’d told me, the boy who’d possibly lied about being out for a friend’s birthday just so he could come and meet me, the boy who’d transformed and moulded himself into the kind of cocky, shredded, competitive bodybuilder who turned me on more than anything else in the world, could actually, possibly like me back.<br />
<br />
It was around five am that morning when I read the drunken Facebook messages AJ had sent me a few hours earlier that that very world would seem even more likely.<br />
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muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-36274556739825275492018-09-25T18:50:00.001+01:002018-09-25T18:58:54.442+01:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 5)<b>"I was friends with a fucking bodybuilder!
He was taking me to hardcore bodybuilding gyms with pictures of
shredded freaks on the walls, inviting me to his house to watch Netflix
in his bedroom (which also had pictures of shredded freaks on the
walls!), sending me pictures of him flexing in his obscenely hot posing
trunks and making fucking jokes about taking them off and throwing them
at me from the stage. What muscle addict wouldn’t absolutely fucking
love to be in that position? Maybe I could play along with the whole
thing and really have some fun with it? Get him to flex for me (oh God),
let me squeeze his flexed muscles, even (OH FUCK)!"</b><br />
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Here we go with part 5 of "AJ & Noah"! This part is slightly longer than the previous ones. Only because chapters 15 & 16 work so well together and it didn't feel right to split them up.<br />
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In case you guys didn't know, I'm also posting the story on the "<a href="https://muscle-growth.org/topic/15655-aj-noah/?page=17" target="_blank">Muscle Growth forums</a>" a little quicker than on here, but in shorter, more regular parts (usually one chapter per post) so you might prefer to read it on there.<br />
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Part 6 coming soon!<br />
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<b>Thirteen</b></div>
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<b> </b>
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“So, I’ve been thinking about your style of posing for when you compete!”<br />
<br />
I was lying on my bed exchanging Facebook messages with AJ on my phone.
It had been two days since our second trip to Scorpio’s. After which
he’d unexpectedly invited me to his house and I’d ended up sitting next
to him on his bed watching Netflix and discussing the various muscle
freaks stuck to his bedroom wall. I had barely been able to think about
anything else since.<br />
<br />
“My posing style?” I messaged back.<br />
<br />
“Yep! After Mark Green’s helped you overcome your shyness, of course!”<br />
<br />
“Hehe! I’m listening!”<br />
<br />
“So, I can’t picture you being <i>really</i> cocky! Opening your mouth wide, grunting, groaning, roaring at the audience, that kind of thing.”<br />
<br />
Fuck! My cock was suddenly rock hard.<br />
<br />
“You’re a bit too much of a nice guy for that.”<br />
<br />
I couldn’t resist sending the emoji with the blushing face, while
simultaneously feeling like I wanted to melt into my mattress. Or into
AJ’s obscenely huge arms. Whichever, really.<br />
<br />
“But I definitely think you’d show a bit of attitude. What with being a huge, shredded muscle freak and all.”<br />
<br />
“Ummmm. HELL YEAH!” I replied, with the flexed bicep emoji.<br />
<br />
“Hehe! But I think you’d be more cheeky than cocky. I’ll give you some examples.”<br />
<br />
As was usual whenever I was talking to AJ, I literally could not stop smiling.<br />
<br />
“So, you could cheekily scrunch your face up, like “EEEEEE!” as you crank out an abs and thighs.”<br />
<br />
And then he sent me a picture of a cute-as-fuck bodybuilder in a pair
of the hottest golden posers, crunching down on the most phenomenally
sliced abs, his eyes jammed tight shut and his whole face animatedly
scrunched up as he flexed with effort and joy.<br />
<br />
“That is one scrunchy little monkey!” I replied, my hard on pressing against my bed.<br />
<br />
“HAHA! Yep! Or you could cheekily stick your tongue out like this…”<br />
<br />
A picture of a bodybuilder I was very well acquainted with was suddenly
filling up the screen of my phone. Twenty five year old American boy
wonder Justin Hughes, who was just about the cutest fucking thing to
ever pick up a dumbbell. Even his jug ears were adorable. And even
reminded me of AJ’s a little.<br />
<br />
He wasn’t exactly in monster territory, but he was in insanely shredded
condition. His quads looked especially crazy in the picture AJ had sent
me, as he squeezed out a crab most muscular pose, while, yep, sticking
out his tongue in the cheekiest fashion imaginable. Much like AJ had
been in the picture of himself stuck to his bedroom wall.<br />
<br />
“I can picture me doing that!” I messaged. And then I sent three of the flat tongue emoji’s.<br />
“Just practising!” I then typed.<br />
<br />
“Hehe!! You’ve nailed it already! Here’s another example. Just to make sure.”<br />
<br />
And then he sent the best, and hottest bodybuilder yet. Himself!
Flexing a front double bicep in his lime green posers with his tongue
outrageously sticking out. Only he wasn’t on stage this time. He was
stood barefoot in his own back garden! FUCKING HELL! I could have easily
tugged on my dick and blown a load into my boxers to it.<br />
<br />
“OH MY GOD!!” I messaged.<br />
<br />
He sent through a series of emoji’s in response. The monkey covering his eyes, the blushing face, and two of the AJ emoji’s.<br />
<br />
“I hope the neighbours weren’t looking out the window!!” I replied.<br />
<br />
“HAHA! I kinda hope they were!” AJ messaged, with a winky face emoji.<br />
<br />
I loved that statement. God. He was such a cocky little fucker. He
clearly loved being a juiced up muscle boy and flexing in his shiny
posers, and not just when he was stood on stage at a bodybuilding
competition. It was so unspeakably fucking hot.<br />
<br />
I decided to play along with the idea. “What would Mildred at no.42
think? For God’s sake, Mildred. Whatever you do, don’t look out the
window!!”<br />
<br />
“HAHA!! I LOVE IT!!”<br />
<br />
And I loved that he loved it. I pictured him, sitting on the bed I’d
been on two days before, looking at his phone with one of his big,
gorgeous grins on his oh-so-cute face, giggling away at my messages in
the adorable, little manner that he did.<br />
<br />
“OK, one last cheeky fucker who likes to flash his tongue! Guaranteed,
you’ve never, EVER seen this guy before. He’s next level freaky!!”<br />
<br />
FUCK! I braced myself for what AJ was about to send, then howled when the picture came through. It was <i>him</i>
again. Only this time, he’d taken a selfie of himself, flexing a single
bicep with his eyebrows raised and his tongue flat out in the cockiest
manner. I was sure he’d taken it there and then, and it was possibly the
greatest thing he could have done in that moment. Possibly the greatest
picture anyone had ever sent me, for that matter.<br />
<br />
“OMG! You weren’t wrong! Jeeez! What a FREAK! I mean, complete and utter inhuman MONSTER!”<br />
<br />
Three of the AJ emoji’s came through.<br />
<br />
“How does he find clothes that fit?” I messaged.<br />
<br />
“God knows! Maybe he just wears his trunks all day!”<br />
<br />
<i>What a fucking thought!</i><br />
<i> </i>
<br />
“Hehe!”<br />
<br />
“He impresses you then?”<br />
<br />
The question completely threw me. I furrowed my eyebrows slightly as I
looked at my phone screen. I didn’t really know what to make of it. I
knew AJ was mostly just playing around, but maybe there was something
behind it? Did he really care what I thought of his body? The idea of
which made my heart flutter. Or maybe he just wanted his ego massaged?
Maybe he’d gotten a kick out of the comment I’d made about him looking
“pretty big” when we were sat on his bed just a few nights before and he
was simply just fishing for another compliment?<br />
<br />
I decided to play along.<br />
<br />
“Hehe! Of course!”<br />
<br />
And then AJ sent the blushing face emoji. Which was so fucking cute and
adorable. A response came into my head. I was nervous to type it.
Unsure of whether I should. But I was feeling brave.<br />
<br />
“Do bodybuilders have groupies?”<br />
<br />
My stomach twisted in knots as three dots appeared on my phone. And then AJ’s message came through.<br />
<br />
“Hehe! The pros probably do!”<br />
<br />
I wasn’t sure what to type. I felt like I maybe needed to change the subject, but another three dots appeared.<br />
<br />
“Would you be that guy’s groupie?” AJ messaged.<br />
<br />
FUCK! A jolt of excitement surged through me. He <i>definitely</i>
wanted me to massage his ego. And then another thought entered my head.
Is that what all of this was for AJ? Did he just want me around to feed
his ego? To have a slim built, non-muscle beast friend to shock and wow
with his freaky physique so he felt like an even bigger monster than he
already did? Was this is all just one massive ego trip for AJ?<br />
<br />
I continued to play along.<br />
<br />
“HELL YEAH!” I replied.<br />
<br />
“Hehe! What exactly would you do as his groupie?” AJ messaged.<br />
<br />
Whatever was going on, I fucking loved this idea that we’d cooked up. Me being AJ’s groupie. The idea of <i>him</i> wanting me to be his groupie. I got the distinct impression that AJ was loving this particular conversation too.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. Well, I’d be in the front row at all his competitions, shouting
his name and holding up a big banner that said, ‘WE HEART THE RIPPER!’”<br />
<br />
I couldn’t quite believe how brave I was being with my messages. But it was such a fucking rush.<br />
<br />
“HAHA!! What bodybuilder wouldn’t want THAT?” AJ messaged.<br />
<br />
And then he sent me a message that simultaneously made me laugh out loud and caused my heart to start racing.<br />
<br />
“Imagine if he took off his posing trunks and threw them into the audience!”<br />
<br />
<i>WHAT THE FUCK?!</i><br />
<i> </i>
<br />
I sent a single shocked face emoji. My head was spinning. My chest was
pounding. And I couldn’t help wondering, just for a split second, if
there was any tiny possibility that AJ Jones was actually fucking
flirting with me? And then it hit me. What if AJ knew I fancied him? Oh
God. Maybe I’d given myself away the first time we’d gone to Scorpio’s
and he’d seen the expression on my face when he’d taken his hoodie off?
Maybe he’d known even before that? Maybe it had been obvious to him
right from the start? Right from that very first encounter at Tesco? And
maybe he’d gotten a kick out of it? Maybe he’d loved the attention? So
he’d pursued me. He’d tracked me down on Facebook and added me as a
friend. And then he’d messaged me. Maybe that was the real ego trip for
AJ. Not being a bodybuilder impressing and shocking a regular sized guy
with all things bodybuilding related, but being a bodybuilder around a
gay guy he clearly made go weak at the knees? God, maybe AJ even knew I
had a thing for huge, shredded bodybuilders?<br />
<br />
And then I wondered, if any of those scenarios were actually true,
would it really be that bad? I was friends with a fucking bodybuilder!
He was taking me to hardcore bodybuilding gyms with pictures of
shredded freaks on the walls, inviting me to his house to watch Netflix
in his bedroom (which also had pictures of shredded freaks on the
walls!), sending me pictures of him flexing in his obscenely hot posing
trunks and making fucking jokes about taking them off and throwing them
at me from the stage. What muscle addict wouldn’t absolutely fucking
love to be in that position? Maybe I could play along with the whole
thing and really have some fun with it? Get him to flex for me (oh God),
let me squeeze his flexed muscles, even (OH FUCK)!<br />
<br />
“OMG! I just caught The Ripper’s posers! His actual posers!” I messaged AJ.
<br />
“HAHA!! You better not sell them on EBay!”<br />
<br />
I typed a message without thinking. “I love this”. And then I erased it. It was too much. Way too fucking much.<br />
<br />
“Bugger! Need to dash, mate. Tesco shift!”<br />
<br />
I said goodbye to AJ, put my phone aside and rolled over on my bed. I
really did love what was happening with AJ and I. Whatever it was. I <i>really</i>
fucking loved it. I wanted him there with me so much in that moment.
Lying next to me on my bed, his face inches away from mine and one of
his huge arms wrapped around me.<br />
<br />
And then my mind started spiralling and I was imagining a scenario
where AJ had asked me to take some pictures of him flexing in his back
garden in his posers. I imagined him cranking up the ‘tude and really
going for it with his poses. Slamming down hard, making loads of noises.
Fuck! I squeezed my throbbing hard on through my jeans when my phone
pinged. It was a text from Eddie.<br />
<br />
“Hey, handsome. We still on for tomorrow?”<br />
<br />
I looked at my screen. For some reason, I just didn’t want to message
him back. I wasn’t one for playing games with guys, but I kind of liked
the idea of just letting him stew for a while. Maybe it was a power
thing. Because with AJ, I had none. It felt like the power was all very
much with him. While with Eddie, he was the one who liked me. He was the
one who’d start worrying if I didn’t send a reply. I felt like I needed
to hold on that tiny bit of power. Just for a moment.<br />
<br />
It didn’t last. It wasn’t long before I texted Eddie back, whilst
feeling like a massive dick for purposely keeping him waiting. We’d
arranged to go for a Chinese the following evening. I got the feeling he
wanted to do something other than just go out and get pissed. Maybe it
was a test to see whether I was actually interested in him, or whether I
just wanted someone close to Little Denton to go out on the gay scene
with until I went back to uni?<br />
<br />
Which, admittedly, was kind of my intention at first. But I really did
think Eddie was a great guy. I could very much see myself being friends
with him. And you can never have too many friends. Maybe it was time to
tell Eddie the truth. That, as lovely as he was, I wouldn’t be able to
reciprocate his affections because I was fast becoming completely
besotted with the local junior competitive bodybuilder who was sending
me cute, funny, amazing messages with pictures of him sticking out his
tongue and flexing in his shiny, lime green posing trunks.
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<b>Fourteen</b></div>
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<b> </b>
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“Wow! Noah, your arms look bigger!”<br />
<br />
I was sitting opposite Eddie at a Chinese restaurant in town and I’d
just taken my jacket off. I couldn’t suppress a smug grin at his
compliment.<br />
<br />
“The gym’s going well, then?” he asked.<br />
<br />
“Yeah! I’m really getting into it.” I hadn’t told Eddie about my trips
to Scorpio’s with AJ. The idea of doing so made me oddly nervous. I
guess I was worried if I started talking about AJ I’d give away my
feelings for him.<br />
<br />
“Although my mum keeps moaning that I keep using all the milk for my protein shakes!” I said, rolling my eyes.<br />
<br />
“Protein shakes? You’re turning into a right little muscle boy!” he said, which made me grin even more.<br />
<br />
Shortly afterwards I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I was
instantly filled with excitement. What if AJ had sent me a message? Or
even another outrageously hot picture of himself posing in his trunks in
the middle of his garden? I didn’t want to be one of those people who
sat in restaurants or bars playing with their phone instead of talking
to the person right in front of them. But still, as Eddie told me about
the latest play he was putting together with his acting group, I
couldn’t stop wondering what was waiting for me on my phone, and if it
was a message from AJ.<br />
<br />
When Eddie retreated to the toilet I eagerly took my phone out of my
pocket. I felt deflated when I saw that the vibrating was just caused by
a text message from Naomi, which I momentarily felt guilty about,
before realising that Naomi would completely understand.<br />
<br />
I hadn’t told her that I’d been going to the gym with AJ, either. Or
that ‘d been messaging him on Facebook. I kind of liked that no one knew
about us. It made whatever we were seem just that little bit more
special.<br />
<br />
When Eddie came back I was still texting. “Sorry! Best friend. She’s coming back next weekend.”<br />
<br />
“Awww! That’s cool.”<br />
<br />
My phone pinged again. “Oh, she says I should invite you out next Saturday!”<br />
<br />
Eddie grinned and raised one eyebrow. “Oh, that’s nice of <i>her</i>. Tell your friend, thanks.”<br />
<br />
I smiled and playfully rolled my eyes. “Wanna come out with us?”<br />
<br />
“Sounds fun!” I knew Naomi would like Eddie, and vice versa. Pretty
much everyone gets on with Naomi. I found it kind of weird how most of
my friends were really outgoing. Maybe that was exactly why I got on
with them. Because they were the opposite of me. I wasn’t convinced that
two introverted people really worked that well together.<br />
<br />
“Ooooh! I can probe her! Find out some gossip!”<br />
<br />
Eddie’s comment reminded me that he really did like me. I felt a stab
of guilt that I didn’t entirely feel the same, but also couldn’t help
feeling flattered that someone felt that way about me. It was a nice
feeling.<br />
<br />
The thing about going out with Eddie was that it was always so
comfortable, easy and fun and we always ended up having such a great
night out. And he was so charming and nice that I started to wonder
whether I did actually like him, or at least could grow to like him. And
even though I wasn’t exactly feeling butterflies, even though I’d spent
the past three weeks thinking about another guy, there was something
there between us. I couldn’t deny it.<br />
<br />
Which is why, whenever he made a move to kiss me on our nights out, I always reciprocated.<br />
<br />
“You know I like you, don’t you?” Eddie said to me a few hours later
while we were sitting down in the pub we went to on our first date. His
fingers intertwined with mine and my knee was pressed against his. It
felt nice. And for the first time in weeks, I actually <i>wasn’t</i> thinking about AJ Jones.<br />
<br />
I guess it may have been my cue to tell him I liked him too, but I
didn’t. To be honest, I’d never exactly been that forthcoming with guys.
Even the ones I really liked. It wasn’t intentional. I guess I just
wasn’t very good at talking about that type of thing openly. But also, a
lot of the time, I wasn’t really sure exactly how I felt. Guys seemed
to fall for me hard, and very quickly. And I very rarely felt the same.<br />
<br />
“But you know I’m only here for the summer?” I said. “I’ll be going back to uni in September.”<br />
<br />
“I know!” he said, gazing at me. “I’ll worry about that then.”<br />
<br />
And then we kissed again. Only, for the first time, it was actually me
who initiated it. Which obviously pleased Eddie, because he couldn’t
stop smiling afterwards.<br />
<br />
Surprisingly, I didn’t hesitate when he asked if I wanted to go back to
his. My only concern was the tirade of questions I’d receive from my
mum the next day.<br />
<br />
Eddie lived in a studio flat. It wasn’t the nicest of places, but it
had a certain character. And would have cost at least twice as much to
rent in London. Most twenty-something Londoners would have killed to
have been able to afford a place like Eddie’s. Probably a fair few
thirty-something’s too.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t help grinning as I looked at his DVD collection.<br />
<br />
“It’s pretty geeky isn’t it?” he said.<br />
<br />
“A little!” I said, playfully.<br />
<br />
“I make no apologies and give zero fucks!” he said.<br />
<br />
I chuckled. Along with pretty much every superhero film ever made and a
vast number of box sets of sci-fi series, he had a surprisingly large
number of Disney films, which, for some reason, I found utterly
adorable.<br />
<br />
“OK, you get big points for the Buffy box set. What’s with all the Disney films, though?”<br />
<br />
“Oh!” he said, a little coyly. “It’s erm … a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine. I dunno. I just love them!”<br />
<br />
I grinned. “Awww! That’s actually really cute.”<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. A bit like you then!” he said, wrapping his arms around me from the back.<br />
<br />
We ended up on Eddie’s bed soon after. We started off just kissing with
our arms wrapped around each other. Then we undid each other belts and
our jeans came off not long after and we started fooling around with
each other. Neither of us took our t-shirts off for the entire time.<br />
<br />
It was a little awkward and fumbly. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but it
felt a bit mechanical. Like I was just going along with it for the sake
of it. I didn’t cum, either. Eddie did. We giddily laughed as soon as he
had and he jumped off the bed to clean himself up. When he came back,
we started talking about which Disney films we liked and the moment sort
of went. I had no desire to try and get it back either.<br />
<br />
Touching Eddie, lying in his arms afterwards with my head on his
shoulder was kind of nice, even just to share an intimate moment with
him. Nothing was really going on with my insides though. No fluttering.
No fuzzy feelings. And definitely still no butterflies. His flat also
had this weird kind of smell to it too that I couldn’t quite place. It
wasn’t like AJ’s bedroom. I <i>loved</i> the smell of AJ’s bedroom.<br />
<br />
I woke up in the middle of the night with a sore head and an
overwhelming urge to be back in my own bed. I fumbled for my phone in
the pocket of my jeans lying on Eddie’s floor to check the time and saw
the very thing that made my whole body want to burst with adrenaline. AJ
Jones had sent me a Facebook message.<br />
<br />
I excitedly unlocked my phone, Eddie asleep next to me. AJ hadn’t just
sent me one message. He’d sent a series of messages in the past hour.
Fuck!<br />
<br />
“Guess what I’m doing? Watching Dom and Cole...STONED!”<br />
<br />
“It’s ducking MAD!”<br />
<br />
“Fuvking.”<br />
<br />
“FUCKING. ARGH!”<br />
<br />
“Noah. You up?”<br />
<br />
“You’re missing it.”<br />
<br />
And lastly, a single crying face emoji, sent just ten minutes before.<br />
<br />
Something twisted in my stomach when I saw that crying face emoji. I
had the sudden, overwhelming urge to wrap my arms around AJ and make him
feel better. Which was absolutely absurd. Because it was a fucking
emoji.<br />
<br />
I could have easily just ignored AJ’s messages. Put my phone back into
the jeans of my pocket and gone back to sleep. But I couldn’t resist. I
suddenly wanted nothing more in that moment than to talk to AJ. My
gorgeous, cute, little AJ.<br />
<br />
Careful not to wake Eddie, I took my phone and sneaked off to his bathroom.<br />
<br />
“I’m up!’ I texted.<br />
<br />
Three dots.<br />
<br />
“YAY!! Cookie! The Cookster! Ickle Noah Cook!”<br />
<br />
Sitting on Eddie, toilet, gazing at my phone, my heart just wanted to burst. It was the happiest I’d felt all night.<br />
<br />
“Hehe! You’re wasted!!”<br />
<br />
And then he sent three of the AJ emoji’s. I suddenly had the urge to
tell him exactly what I’d named that emoji in my head. If there was ever
a time to say it, it was probably then.<br />
<br />
“This is so fucking TRIPPY!!” AJ messaged.<br />
<br />
“Hehe! POTHEAD!!”<br />
<br />
“I’m watching the one where they go into Dom’s dream and they’re being chased by the massive doughnuts.”<br />
<br />
“I LOVE that episode!” I replied.<br />
<br />
He sent me the smiling and blushing face emoji.<br />
<br />
“They should bring it back. Do a revival series!” I typed.<br />
<br />
“OH MY GOD! YES!!” AJ replied.<br />
<br />
An idea suddenly came to me in that moment. Just popped into my head. I decided to run with it.<br />
<br />
“Or a spin off!” I typed. And then I quickly followed it up. “How about...AJ and Noah in the Land of Beef?”<br />
<br />
“OMG!! HAHA!! I LOVE IT!”<br />
<br />
My heart expanded. I loved it when AJ reacted in such a way to something I’d said, or messaged.<br />
<br />
“What would the Land of Beef be like then?” AJ messaged.<br />
<br />
“Full of shredded muscle freaks!” I typed, my cock growing hard at the
mention of the thing that turned me on more than anything else in the
world.<br />
<br />
“HELL YEAH!!” AJ replied.<br />
<br />
“Except maybe my character.” Then I sent the blushing face with eyes wide open emoji.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. Maybe not at first. What if you started out as a regular sized
person then slowly transformed into a monster throughout the series?” AJ
brilliantly messaged.<br />
<br />
“Erm...FUCK YEAH!”<br />
<br />
“Hehe! The season finale could be your first bodybuilding show!”<br />
<br />
“GRRRRR!! You’d be competing with me, obviously!” I replied.<br />
<br />
“Of course!”<br />
<br />
And then AJ sent a message which made my head feel like it was going to explode.
<br />
“I’ll be there to hold your hand.”<br />
<br />
Fuck!! My heart began to pound. I knew that it was most likely just an
innocent comment, but something was racing through my head. What if it
meant something more? Was there any minute possibility? Any remote
chance, that there was something <i>more</i> to that comment?<br />
<br />
None of us were typing. I tapped the blushing with eyes wide open emoji, unsure of whether to send it. <i>Fuck it,</i> I thought.<br />
<br />
There was a pause. Three dots. And then no dots. Nothing. Fuck! The
emoji had been too suggestive. He probably thought that I was flirting.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK!<br />
<br />
And then it came through. One single emoji. The AJ emoji.<br />
<br />
I stared at my phone for the next few minutes. Neither of us were
typing anything else. It felt like the right time to call it a night. It
felt like a good note to leave on.<br />
<br />
The next morning I woke up with only one thing on my mind. The last thing AJ had said to me. “I’ll be there to hold your hand.”<br />
<br />
“Morning! You look happy!” Eddie said to me as he wrapped his arms
around my waist and back. The ecstatic grin I’d been wearing as I’d
thought of AJ had transformed into a sheepish smile as I looked at
Eddie’s face, just inches away from mine. I felt like such a dick.<br />
<br />
“Were you okay last night?” he asked me.<br />
<br />
“Yeah. Why?” I asked, surprised.<br />
<br />
“I was only half asleep but it seemed like you were in the bathroom for ages.”<br />
<br />
<i>FUCK!</i><br />
<i> </i>
<br />
“Erm. I think I went a few times,” I lied, feeling like even more of a dick. “My bladder’s terrible when I’ve been drinking.”<br />
<br />
“Well, thanks for a good night, handsome,” Eddie said, his arm still
gripped around my back. I smiled and closed my eyes. My whole body was
buzzing. Bursting with excitement and happiness. Not because of the guy I
was lying next to, his face mere inches away from mine while his arm
wrapped tightly around me. But because I couldn’t stop thinking about
the idea of holding AJ Jones’ hand.
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<b>Fifteen</b></div>
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<b> </b>
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“Oh, here he is. The dirty stop out!” my mum said to me when I arrived back home the next morning. </div>
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Far from being annoyed though, I couldn’t help but grin in amusement.
It was going to take a lot to threaten my good mood on that particular
morning. </div>
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“Who’s this friend then? You haven’t told me his name!” </div>
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I groaned. “Just someone from school!” </div>
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“Oh yeah. You think I was born yesterday? You don’t have to lie to me anymore, Noah. You’re an adult now!” </div>
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“It’s Reece Miller!” I replied, with a mischievous smirk. </div>
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“It better not be!” she exclaimed, sharply. </div>
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<br /></div>
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As I retreated to my bedroom, she shouted after me. “Tell him he can come round and meet your mum any time!” </div>
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<br /></div>
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I could still smell the scent of Eddie’s flat on my clothes. I was so
relieved to finally be able to take them off and change. I hadn’t
regretted going home with him, but I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to do
it again. I didn’t hear from AJ for the rest of that day, which wasn’t
unusual. But when the evening of the next day came and the weekend was
almost over, I had started to get a little anxious. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I was starting to regret sending him the blushing face emoji when he
said he’d hold my hand at my first imaginary bodybuilding competition.
It had been suggestive. Whereas what he’d said had very most likely been
completely innocent. Fuck! But I couldn’t help thinking that it was
kind of on odd thing for a straight guy to say to another guy. Wouldn’t
another, “I’ll look after you!” have sufficed? Unless he thought it was
acceptable to write what he did because I was gay? Then regretted saying
it afterwards? Maybe I was completely over analysing the whole
situation? </div>
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<br /></div>
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I took the plunge and messaged AJ. </div>
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<br /></div>
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“OK, I’ve just thought of THE perfect nickname for when I’m a muscle freak!”</div>
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I grinned as I sent it and felt a jolt of excitement at the thought of a
reply back. But nothing came. Fuck. Okay, he was obviously busy, I
reasoned. Probably at the gym, or maybe even working. But when nothing
came back an hour later I was seriously starting to worry. </div>
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<br /></div>
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Hours passed with no reply. It was agony. I was starting to wonder
whether it was all over. That whatever had been happening with AJ and I
had come to an end. But it wasn’t just the fact that AJ wasn’t
responding to my message that was making me anxious. It was <i>just</i> how much it was worrying me. The awful way it was making me feel. In fact, it was scaring the fucking shit out of me. </div>
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<br /></div>
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Maybe I’d gotten way too in over my head with this AJ thing? Maybe I
liked him too much? If I was feeling this way just because I hadn’t
heard back from him for a few hours, how would I feel if he really <i>did</i>
grow bored of our friendship and decided to put an end to it? Or if we
did carry on as friends, but he one day announced he’d met a girl he
really liked who we wanted to introduce me to? </div>
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<br /></div>
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Maybe I needed to end this now, before things got out of hand? And so I
switched off my phone off tried to put all thoughts of AJ Jones out of
my head. Tried to reset my mind back to three weeks ago, before he’d
come back into my life in the most brilliant and unexpected way. Before
all the cute, funny messages and trips to Scorpio’s. Before the pictures
of him flexing in his posers. Before the spontaneous most muscular he’d
squeezed whilst standing over me at the gym. Before he’d playfully hit
me with his pillow whilst sitting next to me on his bed and told me he’d
be there to hold my hand for my very first bodybuilding competition. </div>
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<br /></div>
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It didn’t work, obviously. AJ was the first thing I thought about when I
went to sleep and he was the first thing I thought about when I woke up
the next day. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
As I switched on my phone, I was praying to see that notification I
loved so much. And when I did, I felt the most incredible wave of relief
and happiness wash over me. It was stronger than I would ever have
predicted. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“What? Better than Noah “What’s Cooking? Shredded Fucking BEEF!” Cook?” And then he sent the AJ emoji. </div>
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<br /></div>
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Literally. Couldn’t. Stop. Smiling. </div>
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<br /></div>
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“Hehe! Yep! MUCH better than that!” I replied. And then I typed another message. “Get this...Noah “The Cookie Monster” Cook!” </div>
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<br /></div>
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The nickname had come to me the day before. I was pretty proud of it,
and was fairly confident that AJ would love it too. I wasn’t wrong. </div>
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<br /></div>
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Two shocked faced emojis appeared on my phone, followed by another message from AJ. “OMG! That’s fucking AWESOME!!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I used the eyes tight shut with tongue out emoji. I wasn’t going to use
the blushing face one again. I wanted to keep things as platonic and
non flirtatious as I possibly could. </div>
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<br /></div>
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“Genius in fact!!” AJ typed. “Watch out, fuckers! The Ripper and The Cookie Monster are coming!” </div>
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<br /></div>
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“Hehe! HELL YEAH!” I replied. </div>
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<br /></div>
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Three dots. </div>
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<br /></div>
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“You up for Scorpio’s Wednesday?” </div>
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<br /></div>
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My heart leapt. Yes fucking YES!! </div>
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<br /></div>
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“Sounds good!” </div>
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<br /></div>
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“I have a shift at Tesco’s in the afternoon, though, so I won’t be going till about six. Is that okay?” AJ messaged. </div>
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<br /></div>
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“Yeah, that’s fine with me.” </div>
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<br /></div>
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“Shall I pick you up from yours?” </div>
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<br /></div>
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OH FUCK! I panicked. The idea of AJ. Here at my house. NO!! I could not
let my mum see him. I didn’t want her to know about AJ. And I couldn’t
handle all the questions she’d ask and the opinions she’d no doubt have
about how huge and beefy he’d gotten. Or whatever words she’d use. </div>
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<br /></div>
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“Or I could meet you at Tesco?” I reasoned. </div>
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<br /></div>
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<i>Say yes. Please say yes!</i></div>
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<i> </i>
</div>
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Three dots. </div>
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<br /></div>
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“Nah. It’ll be easier if I just pick you up.” </div>
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<i>BOLLOCKS, BOLLOCKS, BOLLOCKS!</i></div>
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<i> </i>
</div>
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I reluctantly agreed. I’d literally have to stand by the window waiting
for AJ to pull up and then make a dash for it in hope that my mum
didn’t see him. Surely he’d just wait in the car, anyway? Surely he
wouldn’t come to the actual door? But that dilemma aside, I was happy.
Because I was going to get see AJ again. And, despite the radio silence
the night before, and the worries and confusion about the hand holding
comment and the blushing face emoji, all was apparently fine. I had no
idea whether AJ had actually been ignoring me, whether he was just
genuinely busy, or whether he just simply wasn’t in the mood to chat.
Maybe it was best that I didn’t think about it. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Wednesday came and it was the hottest day of the year so far. There was
no way AJ would be turning up in his bright red Scorpio’s Gym hoodie,
which made me feel even more nervous at the prospect of my mum seeing
him. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
The realisation of just what I was doing seemed to hit me just as I
lingered by the window in the living room. My dad on the sofa watching
the news. My mum in the kitchen doing the dinner. A competitive
bodybuilder was coming to my house to pick me up in his car. Fucking
HELL! When did my life get so utterly fucking awesome? </div>
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<br /></div>
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As soon as AJ’s car pulled up, I dived to the door. <i>Please don’t beep the horn</i>, I thought. <i>Please don’t fucking beep the horn!</i></div>
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<i> </i>
</div>
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“I’m going. BYE!” I shouted. I heard my mum say something but I slammed
the door and dashed up the drive. I had no idea if she was peeping out
the window as I got into AJ’s car. I didn’t have the nerve to look back
to see. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I almost couldn’t believe how excited I was to see AJ. I couldn’t keep from smiling. He looked pretty happy too, to be fair. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
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“Oh my God!” he said, in a faux shocked manner as I put my seat belt
on. I looked at him, confused. “Is it? It can’t be! IT IS … The Cookie
Monster!” </div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I laughed. God, he looked gorgeous. I mean, he <i>always</i> looked
gorgeous. But that day, sitting in his car, he looked even more so than
usual. It was everything about him. His face, his slightly rosey cheeks,
his smile, his eyes. God. I liked him so fucking much.<br />
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
As predicted, AJ wasn’t wearing his Scorpio’s Gym hoodie. He was
wearing something even better. The outfit he’d been wearing the
afternoon I’d bumped into him for the first time in four years. His
tight, blue, Tesco polo shirt. His arms looked fucking ginormous bulging
underneath and around the sleeves. </div>
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<br /></div>
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“Love it, mate! It’s the perfect nickname!” he said. </div>
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<br /></div>
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And then something happened. I looked at his huge, bulging arm, and he caught me. Fuck! He didn’t say anything, but I <i>knew</i> he’d seen me looking. He’d been smiling anyway, but his grin seemed to suddenly take on a slight, cocky, smugness. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“What are we training today?” I asked, now facing forward. </div>
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<br /></div>
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“Arms, baby!” AJ replied. It was a laddish “baby”. Like, “Yeah, baby!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“That okay?” he asked. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Yeah. Fine!” I said. I suddenly flashed back to Eddie’s comments in
the Chinese the Friday before. “Oh, one of my friends actually said my
arms looked bigger at the weekend!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ grinned. “Awesome! They definitely do!” he said, which made me blush.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
It felt different being with AJ during an evening. Like uncharted
territory. I didn’t know whether it was that, or the heat, but it felt
like there was a different vibe to when we usually met. A different kind
of atmosphere. It felt new and exciting. Even more exciting than usual. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Oh. Before I forget, there’s erm … something in the back seat for
you.” AJ’s tone was casual, but I couldn’t help detect a slight hint of
nerves in his voice. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Confused, I turned my head to see what looked like a folded up, bright
blue jumper of some sort. And then I realised what it was. My stomach
did a somersault and my heart expanded in my chest. Fuck! </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“What? <i>This</i>?” I asked nervously, picking it up and bringing it to the front of the car. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I know the guys who run the gym, so ...” he said. He sounded a little less nervous than before. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I held it up in front of me. My very own, bright blue, Scorpio’s Gym
hoodie, to compliment AJ’s red one. I couldn’t believe AJ had done that
for me. Had been so sweet and considerate to get me my very own hoodie.
My heart was literally melting. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Oh, wow. Thanks, mate!” I said. I couldn’t stop grinning. I cautiously
looked at AJ. He was gently biting his lip. He looked kind of coy, but
he was smiling too, clearly pleased that his gesture had gone down well. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I got you a medium! Is that okay?” he adorably asked. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Yeah!” I reassured him. I didn’t know what else to say, but I didn’t
feel like any more words were really necessary. I spent the rest of the
journey clutching my gift from AJ. I didn’t seem to want to let go of
it. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“So …” AJ began, changing the subject. “I’ve been thinking about your
idea for a spin off series. AJ and Noah in the Land of Beef?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Yeah?” I said, still on a high from AJ gifting me my very own Scorpio’s Gym hoodie. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Yep! And I’ve had an idea for an episode. AJ and Noah … switch bodies!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i>OH MY GOD!!</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> </i>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“So AJ’s just a regular sized lad. And Noah’s a competitive bodybuilder!” he explained. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i>FUCKING, FUCKING YES!!</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> </i>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I couldn’t stop grinning. “I’m liking it!” I said, enthusiastically.
Which was a severe understatement. I loved it so much I could barely
breathe. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I thought you would!” he said, with a huge, proud, gorgeous grin. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“The question is …” AJ continued, “how would Noah react to suddenly being huge and jacked?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Oh fuck! I instantly started to swell in my trackie bottoms. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Hmmm …” I began, playing along. I was kind of nervous to answer, but
not half as nervous as I would have been a few gym trips ago. I was
definitely getting more confident at talking about bodybuilding related
stuff with AJ. And it still excited me as much as it always had to do
so. “Maybe he’d suddenly get really, really cocky?” I suggested.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ was beaming. “I can see that happening! Imagine if he just literally couldn’t stop flexing? GRRRR!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Oh fuck! The idea of me flexing (even a fictional, animated me). The
“GRRRR!” My swelling quickly resulted in me having a fully grown hard
on. Thank God I had my new Scorpio’s Gym hoodie in my lap to hide it. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“What about AJ, though? How do you think he’d react to losing all his muscles?” I asked.<br />
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Oh, he’d be gutted! He’d probably do everything he could to get huge again!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I reckon Noah would tease AJ a bit, too!” I mischievously suggested. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ beamed. “What, like, keep hitting poses right in front of him? Hey, AJ. Cop a load of these GUNS! BOOM! Front double bicep!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i>OH JESUS!</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> </i>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ was killing me. I suddenly felt a burst of bravery. “Or a most
muscular?” I suggested. Saying the words of an official bodybuilding
pose out loud to an actual bodybuilder gave me such a fucking rush. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“You remembered!” AJ said, impressed and grinning. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Like I was tricking AJ. Lying to him, even. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Yeah! One of those. Right in his face!” I said. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Fuck yeah!” AJ said. And then he did one of his cute, little giggles.
“Can you imagine if I actually did that to you?” he asked. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i>OH MY FUCKING GOD!!</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> </i>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
My eyes widened in shock, but I couldn’t mask the huge grin at the
thought of AJ cranking out a big most muscular mere inches away from my
face. FUCKING HELL! I had absolutely no idea how I’d react if that were
to actually happen, but I suddenly couldn’t think of anything I wanted
more. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I reckon you’d shit yourself!” AJ cheekily said. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i>Hmmm. That, or fucking cream in my PANTS!!</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> </i>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I playfully screwed my face up, still unable to mask my grin. “I bet I
wouldn’t. I’d probably just be like… er, mate, what the fuck are you
doing?!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ couldn’t stop grinning. He really seemed to like the idea of
shocking, surprising or just plain terrifying me by blasting out a pose
and flexing his muscles in my face. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Maybe I’ll do it!” he mischievously said. “When you least expect it!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I didn’t respond, but spent the rest of the car journey feeling like I
might burst with excitement. Because I was pretty sure that AJ was crazy
enough to follow through with through with the idea. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
The changing room at Scorpio’s was surprisingly busy. Much more so than
on our previous trips. Presumably because of the time of the day. At
least three rather meaty lads said hello to AJ. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Normally we’d just dump our bags into AJ’s locker and head out to the
gym. But something else happened instead. AJ started to undress. Right
in front of me. Fuck, fuck, fucking, fuck, FUCK!! </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I had no idea why I hadn’t anticipated it. Of <i>course</i> he was going to undress. He was wearing his fucking Tesco uniform, for fuck’s sake. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
It happened so fast I barely had time to think. But before I knew it,
AJ Jones was topless. A competitive bodybuilder, mere inches away from
me with his torso on full, unclothed display. JESUS CHRIST! Surreal was
just one of the ways I could have described seeing AJ’s torso in the
flesh. It was almost like I’d slipped into another reality. Or like the
normal world had drifted away and I was suddenly in a scene of a film. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
As for his body. Holy fucking HELL. It was even more gorgeous and even
more muscular in the flesh than I had expected. He really had moulded
his body to become something not of the norm. I knew what I was looking
at was something special. Something that you wouldn’t encounter on a
daily basis. And something that was suddenly having the most incredible
effect on and power over me. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
His tits were outrageous. Perfect even. Round and thick. Even his pink
little nipples looked bigger than the average man’s. His abs weren’t as
shredded as I’d seen them in his competition shots, but they were still
very much there. Six, beautifully shaped bubbles of muscle, bulging
through his super soft skin. What I wouldn't give to kneel down and
gently kiss each of those abdominal muscles. To worship them in the way
they deserved to be. I even loved the shape of his cute, little belly
button. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I was almost relieved when he put a tight fitted, black t-shirt on,
instead of his usual vest. But also a little disappointed, too. Then his
work trousers came down and holy fucking quads! His thighs were so
crazily thick. It was like the muscle just hung off the bone. I spotted a
few faint lines, obviously left over from his competition condition
days. His calves were outrageously developed, too. And then there was
his arse. Fucking HELL that arse. Two beefy, round, overdeveloped
buttocks stuffed into the cutest crisp white boxers shorts with a bright
green waistband. I didn’t even attempt not to stare. I just couldn’t
not. I was transfixed. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Curiously, AJ didn’t make eye contact with me as he changed. Maybe he
felt a little shy doing so? Which was hard to believe considering how
much he loved to show off his body on stage. And in pictures. Maybe that
cockiness was just saved for the stage? Because he definitely seemed a
little shy. Even a little nervous. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
That seemed to fade once AJ was fully clothed again, but a slight
awkwardness seemed to linger afterwards. And then I wondered again
whether AJ really did know I fancied him? And was even feeling a little
uncomfortable at the thought of me checking out his half naked body?
Checking out his arm in his car was fine, a nice little ego boost even,
but ogling his naked torso in a changing room was just a step too far? A
thought which caused a horrible, sick feeling in my stomach. Or maybe I
was just being my usual neurotic self, reading way too much into the
situation and just needed to chill the fuck out for once in my life? </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
The awkwardness seemed to break when, en route to the gym, AJ asked me a
question with a mischievous little grin. “Ready to get those guns even
bigger?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
It wasn’t just the changing room that was busier. The actual gym was
packed. It also had a completely different atmosphere that it did during
the day. The number of hot, fit, muscle lads was increased for a start.
As were the testosterone levels. Grunts, groans, laddish banter and
raised voices filled up the gym. AJ seemed a little different too. Still
his lovely, funny, cheeky self, but just a bit more serious and a
little less relaxed. Which, I guess, lent itself to the atmosphere of
the gym. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I didn’t know what it was about that particular trip to Scorpio’s.
Maybe it was just being with AJ on the evening, maybe it was the fact
he’d picked me up from my house, or that he’d gone out of his way to get
me my very own Scorpio’s Gym hoodie, but when we were finished with our
training and back in his car, I couldn’t help feeling like our
friendship had suddenly been taken to a new level. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I loved being at the gym with AJ. But there was something about being
in his car sat beside him that felt really special. When it was just the
two of us. And on that particular evening, it felt more special than
ever. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I love this song!” he said, turning the car radio up. “It reminds me
of being a kid,” he added. I loved it, too. It was one of those really
uplifting, early noughties dance songs that got played to death on
release, with this earworm of a line repeated over and over again over
the top of this gorgeous, euphoric synth that you never wanted to end.
It felt like the perfect song for that moment. I’d listen to it again
when I got home, but I knew it wouldn’t sound the same without AJ next
to me. I couldn’t help thinking how ironic, but fitting some of the
lyrics were to mine and AJ’s situation too. <i>“I’m the same boy I used to be.”</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> </i>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“See, this kind of music just makes me wanna go out!” I said. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ grinned. “God. I’d actually love a drink now! Is that really bad considering I’ve just been to the gym?” he asked. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I pulled a face. “When is drinking <i>ever</i> bad?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I knew the answer, of course. When you’re a two hundred plus pounds
mini muscle bull and future 212 pro bodybuilder like AJ Jones, who’s
training to get shredded abs and line plastered quads so he can show
them off on stage in his shiny, lime green posers while pulling all
manner of shamelessly cocky facial expressions. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Okay,” AJ firmly said. “I propose we go to Tesco’s, get some alcohol, go back to mine and watch Dom and Cole!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
It was possibly the single greatest proposal I’d ever had.
</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Sixteen</b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b> </b>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I couldn’t deny that every time I had been at Scorpio’s Gym with AJ, I
had gotten a kick out of the fact that I wasn’t just out in public with a
bodybuilder, but one so utterly huge and cute. At Scorpio’s, though,
people were so accustomed to seeing AJ, and lads even bigger than him
(6’3 regional champion bodybuilder Mark Green for a start) that the
image of a real life bodybuilder barely caused a second glance. This was
not the case when AJ and I took a trip to Tesco. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I was shocked at <i>just</i> how many looks and stares AJ received.
And he wasn’t even wearing a vest. He seemed completely unfazed by it
too, presumably because he worked here and probably experienced that
level of attention on a regular bases. I, on the other hand, was
completely unprepared. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
There were times when it annoyed me a little. Particularly if someone
stared at him just a little too hard. But mostly, I kind of loved it.
There was a certain look most people had when they saw the waddling
bodybuilder bulging out of his tight, black t-shirt. A sort of mix of
awe and intimidation. It was like they knew he had power. That he was
something special and someone to be in awe of. Someone they would never
be themselves, or even get close to being. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Can I ask you something?” I said, when I was sat back in the passenger
seat of AJ’s car, clutching the bottle of work discounted vodka we’d
just bought. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Does it ever bother you? People staring?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
A cheeky, almost smug grin emerged on AJ’s painfully cute face. He
shook his head. “Nah! It kinda just comes with being a bodybuilder!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I got the impression he really <i>did</i> love any and all attention. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“It would be worse if I was taller! Imagine how many stares Mark Green gets when he waddles round Tesco’s?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Mmmm,” I agreed, smiling and imagining some terrified elderly woman
gawping at 6’3 muscle monster Mark as he filled up his entire trolley
with egg boxes. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Which means you’ll <i>definitely</i> get loads of attention when we’ve transformed you into The Cookie Monster!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I giggled. “Do you think The Cookie Monster will have a waddle?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Oh, deffo! And if he doesn’t, I’ll teach him how to do one!” he
mischievously replied, while giving me his most utterly gorgeous grin. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ’s mum and step-dad weren’t home. For some reason, the fact we were
home alone gave me a strange kind of buzz. I still hadn’t seen Andy yet.
I was dying to know what my first male crush looked like now. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“And I wanna see you wearing that hoodie!” AJ said to me as we climbed
the stairs to his bedroom. I grinned like crazy. I wasn’t sure if I’d
have the nerve to go to a hardcore bodybuilding gym wearing one of their
branded hoodies. Or anywhere for that matter.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Maybe I’d just save it
for our nights in at AJ’s watching Dom and Cole. I suddenly had an image
of me and AJ on his bed, watching TV and cuddling up to each other in
our different coloured Scorpio’s Gym hoodies. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
The whole evening with AJ had this electric sort of energy, but I
probably felt it more than ever when I was sat on his bed drinking
possibly the strongest vodka and coke I’d ever been poured. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Oh my God! That’s so strong!” I exclaimed. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
He gave me a mischievous grin and I couldn’t help thinking about our
texts from a few weeks before, when I’d teased him for always having
being a bad influence on me, even at school. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
The alcohol hit me during our second episode of “Dom and Cole In The
Land of Ug”, which also happened to be one of my all time favourites. I
had a feeling I was going to love it even much after that evening. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“And I thought Naomi’s vodka’s measures were strong!” I said to AJ,
interrupting the episode. AJ bit his lip and flashed me one of his
cheeky grins again. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“She’s coming back to Little Denton tomorrow for the weekend,” I informed him.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Ahhhh, awesome! What are you gonna get up to?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Hmmm. Think we’ll probably just go for a pub lunch Friday. Just hang out. Saturday night we’re going into town.” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Gay pubs?” he asked. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Of course!” I replied. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Think they’d let me in?” he asked. I looked at him and he was giving
with this cheeky little grin, but it felt like there was something else
in his expression too. A strange hint of seriousness. It was almost like
he was genuinely eager to know the answer. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
The question surprised me. AJ at a gay pub. I’d never really imagined
it before, but suddenly I was. Suddenly I was imagining him in a gay pub
with his ridiculously huge arm wrapped around me. People looking at us
in awe and intimidation, wondering how the hell someone like me had
bagged a huge, gorgeous bodybuilder boyfriend. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“You’d get mobbed!” I scoffed. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
He furrowed his eyebrows. “Why?” he said, a mischievous grin emerging on his face.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“You know why! Bodybuilder! Huge biceps!” Oh God. I definitely wouldn’t have added the “huge biceps” if I hadn’t been drinking. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ was beaming. “They’re not <i>that</i> huge!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I playfully shook my head and just carried on grinning. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I <i>have</i> heard guys are a lot more likely to be impressed with bodybuilders than girls are!” AJ exclaimed. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Something suddenly twisted in my stomach. My mouth was trying to curl
into a smirk and I was desperately trying to prevent it. I decided not
to respond, and just focused on the last part of Dom and Cole which was
playing on AJ’s TV. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I still can’t believe <i>you’re</i> interested in the whole bodybuilding thing!” AJ said. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i>Fuck!</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> </i>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Why?” I said, a little nervously and not looking at AJ. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I dunno. I just never would have guessed!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
When the episode had finished, instead of putting on another one, AJ
played around with his laptop and put some music on. I couldn’t help
grinning when the early noughties dance song from the car journey
started playing. <i>“I’m the same boy I used to be.”</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> </i>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I was momentarily disappointed when AJ sat back down on the bed.
Because instead of sitting right next to me, he sat near my feet with
his back against the wall so he had a better view of me. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“OK, Noah, genuine question!” he said. “I know we joke about it, but would you <i>really</i> wanna be a bodybuilder?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Oh God. This time I couldn’t stop my mouth from curling into a smirk. I
was nervous but also incredibly excited at the prospect of discussing
such a thing. “Ummm … I <i>would</i>,” I confessed bravely, but feeling a little embarrassed, “but maybe just for, like, a day?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ giggled. “I can understand that!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
The statement took me by surprise. I furrowed my eyebrows. “I thought you loved being a bodybuilder?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Oh, I do! I just sometimes wish I was, well … normal!” he said, giving
me this earnest and adorable smile. “It just gets a bit tiring at
times. I’ve often thought it’d be cool if my body was like some sort of
suit that I could take off and hang up in the wardrobe for a while,
until I’m ready to be a bodybuilder again!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I couldn’t believe it. I’d fantasised so many times about being a huge,
shredded muscle bull. Wondered what it would be like to be a flexing
bodybuilder, strutting around on stage in a pair of tiny posers. I’d
never imagined for one second that an actual bodybuilder might be doing
the exact opposite, and wishing he were more like me. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Or maybe you could have some sort of superpower!” I suggested. “So one
minute you’re a regular sized guy, and then, when you feel like it, you
could transform into a muscle monster!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ beamed and laughed. “Yeah! That’d be a pretty awesome superpower!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I looked at the pictures of the hardcore, freakishly conditioned muscle
monsters on AJ’s wall. Chris “Freaky Peaks” Jackson blowing up his
insanely sized, nickname earning biceps. Blaine Holton cranking out a
massive most muscular with his wide open. And AJ, himself, squeezing out
his own crab most muscular in his shiny, lime green posing trunks while
sticking out his tongue in the most brilliantly cocky fashion. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
And a familiar question entered my head. A question I’d been too
nervous to ask AJ before. But now, with the atmosphere of the evening,
the alcohol, the Scorpio’s Gym hoodie, and after weeks of cheeky, funny
bodybuilding related banter over Facebook, I finally had the courage to
ask it. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“So, what’s it like being on stage at a bodybuilding show?” My heart started beating faster.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
The whole of AJ’s mouth curled into an excited, gorgeous grin. “Ahhh, mate! It’s the BIGGEST fucking rush!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
FUCK!! I started to swell instantly. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I mean, it’s hard work. Really knackering! But you sort of push passed
that. And once you do? Fuck! It’s just … bonkers! Knowing you’re in
super shredded condition, all the months of training and dieting and … <i>other</i>
things, leading to that moment. The audience going mad. Cheering you
on. It’s just you and your muscles. All on display. And a bunch of other
super shredded muscle freaks, of course!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Fuck, fuck, FUCK!! I was rock hard. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Posedowns are the best!” he added, still grinning excitedly. God. I
loved how much AJ loved talking about bodybuilding. “That’s when you’ve
finished all the compulsory poses and you and all the other bodybuilders
just hit random poses across the stage for a few minutes!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Not only did I <i>very</i> much know what posedowns were, but they
were amongst my favourite kind of muscle videos to watch on YouTube. And
often guaranteed to leave my boxers shorts in a sticky mess. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Posedowns are just your chance to go crazy. Really let rip. Just pose
and flex your fucking glutes off! And be a bit cocky with it!” he said. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I couldn’t stop smiling. What a fucking rush it was to hear AJ talk so
openly and candidly about what it was like to be a shredded freak,
flexing his muscles and cranking up the attitude on stage. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Was that one taken during a posedown, then?” I teasingly asked, pointing to the picture of AJ on the wall. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
He did his cute, little giggle. “I honestly didn’t plan to be that
cocky! It just sort of happened. I got a bit carried away in the moment,
I guess!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I raised one eyebrow. “Hmmm. I believe ya!” I teasingly said. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Ahhh, mate. I can’t <i>wait</i> to see your face!” he said, animatedly. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I pulled a confused face. “What?!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“When I spontaneously squeeze a most muscular. <i>Right</i> in your face!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i>FUCKING HELL!!</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> </i>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I rolled my eyes and shook my head, all the time unable to hide the
fact that I was grinning like crazy at the re-mention of the idea AJ had
teased me about earlier that evening. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
And suddenly I was wondering what my reaction would be if AJ <i>did</i>
make good on his promise by taking me by surprise and flexing in my
face. Just the mere thought of seeing him squeezed into a most muscular
up close made my dick swell and my heart pound. Fuck! It would
undoubtedly be completely amazing. But there was something about the
prospect of it happening which also made me nervous. Because what if my
reaction or facial expression gave away the fact that I was a beef
obsessed muscle addict, who was turned on by nothing more than the image
of shredded, flexing muscle lads and bodybuilders? </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“It’ll be when you <i>least</i> expect it!” he teased. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I bet I wouldn’t even flinch!” I said, defiantly. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
He continued to look at me with a gorgeous, cheeky grin. “We’ll see!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
A little later and AJ was pouring me another drink when my phone
vibrated in my pocket. I did a little groan out loud when I saw it was a
text from Eddie, then immediately felt like a dick and regretted it.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I hope you don’t have that reaction when you get messages from me?” AJ asked. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
It was such an absurd comment. I couldn’t help smiling at the irony of
it. If only AJ knew what kind of effect receiving that notification did
to me. It was interesting though, because when he said it, he had a
cheeky smirk on his face. Almost like he knew I very much <i>didn’t</i> have that reaction when he messaged me. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Who is it?” AJ asked, curiously. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Oh God. This was completely uncharted territory. Talking to AJ about
boys. But the alcohol and the atmosphere seemed to be breaking down all
the normal walls. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I sighed. “Just this guy I’m kinda seeing.” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Oh yeah?” AJ’s voice was slightly odd. A little distant. It even
seemed to break a little. He had this weird look on his face too. I
wasn’t sure if he felt completely comfortable with the conversation.
Maybe he wasn’t used to hearing gay guys talk openly about dating? It
was almost as if he was trying to cover up the fact that he was bothered
by it, but not doing a very good job. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Well … he’s more of a friend, to be honest. Well, that’s the way I see it anyway!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
His face seemed to relax instantly. In fact, his mouth even curled into
a little smile. He clearly wasn’t out of his depth anymore. Or maybe he
was just simply getting used to hearing a guy talk about dating other
guys? It probably was a little weird for him, I reasoned. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“And what does <i>he</i> think?” he asked, with one eyebrow raised. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I pulled an “eeeek” face and he grinned at me in response. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“He likes you!” AJ guessed. I playfully rolled my eyes and sheepishly grinned. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I <i>do</i> kinda like him back! But there’s liking someone. And then there’s liking liking someone.” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
He furrowed his eyebrows. “Oh-kaaay.” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I sighed. I was feeling brave. “Maybe you’ve never had it. But you know when … you just can’t stop thinking about someone?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Oh God. I almost couldn’t believe what I was saying. My heart was
pounding. AJ’s expression suddenly turned serious. “Yeah,” he replied,
nervously. He looked a little weary, even a little embarrassed, but
seemed to be relating to what I was saying. If only AJ knew I was
talking about <i>him</i>. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“And the idea of seeing them just … makes your stomach go, like, crazy? Like butterflies?” I continued. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ was looking at me. He cheeks suddenly looked rosey again, like they
sometimes did, and I couldn’t quite work out whether it was the heat, or
whether AJ was actually blushing. He still looked a little weary about
the whole conversation, but the left side of his mouth curled into a coy
and adorable grin, like he was reminiscing about one very such
(extremely lucky) girl he’d felt that way about. And it was funny,
because in that moment, I could feel them more than ever. Those fuck off
massive butterflies. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Eddie’s a <i>really</i> nice guy, though,” I continued. “That’s his name, Eddie. Just …” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ finished the sentence for me. “No butterflies!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I grinned. “Which isn’t necessarily a <i>bad</i> thing! I mean, he knows I’m going back to uni in September.” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
And then another weird expression washed over AJ’s face. Almost like a
look of disappointment. Sadness even. It passed really quickly. Was it
because I had reminded him I was going back to London in a few months?
Which would be completely fucking adorable. And probably make me like
him even more. But surely he didn’t value our rekindled friendship that
much? I got the sense he really liked hanging out, but I was sure that
AJ had a ton of friends to hang out with here in Little Denton. And ones
he probably had a lot more in common with than me. Maybe it was the
fact we had known each other for so long? Attraction aside, I definitely
felt a strong sense of sentiment towards our friendship. Maybe he felt
the same. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
A question came into my head. I was nervous to ask it. I almost didn’t want to, but curiosity got the better of me. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“How about you? Been seeing anyone lately?” As soon as I said it,
something twisted in my stomach. I suddenly didn’t want to know. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ shook his head and groaned. “Nah! I can’t be bothered!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I grinned. I liked that answer. I <i>really</i> liked it. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I was seeing this girl last summer.” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
My stomach twisted again. The thought of AJ with a girl. Fuck! Hearing
him mention it. I hated it. Because it made me realise that AJ would
never be anything more than a friend.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I dunno, though,” AJ continued. “This is probably going to sound <i>really</i> bad, but I think I was just seeing her for the sake of it! It was almost, just, something to <i>do</i>!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I couldn’t help but laugh. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“That <i>did</i> sound really bad, didn’t it?!” AJ asked. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I thought about Eddie. “Mmmm. A little! But … I totally get it! I think I might even be doing that with Eddie a bit!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“We’re terrible human beings!” AJ said, laughing. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“I didn’t even like her that much!” he continued. “All she seemed to
care about was the way people looked. She was always going on about
these reality TV people. Always showing me pictures of them on Instagram
and telling me how amazing they looked. Who gives a shit about someone
who was on last year’s Love Island? </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
And whenever I talked about bodybuilding, or anything I was actually
interested in, she’d sort of just glaze over and then quickly change the
subject. Usually to <i>her</i>!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I had an image of this girl. Blonde, petite, really pretty, but gobby,
shallow and completely self involved. Loving the fact that she’d bagged
herself a sexy bodybuilder boyfriend with an insanely hot body, but not
really caring about AJ at all. Not noticing all of his little quirks.
The way the left corner of his mouth was always curling into this
gorgeous, excitable grin whenever he talked about muscle or being a
bodybuilder. The way his cheeks often looked more flushed than usual.
Not noticing how great he smelt. Not wanting to constantly protect him
and make him laugh and do anything to make him happy. Not wishing she
could spend every moment wrapped up in his arms. I was suddenly filled
with an overwhelming, almost sickening hatred for this girl. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Well, she sounds likes a real keeper!” I said. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ did one of his cute, little giggles in response. “And you know, I was seeing her for three months and she never <i>once</i> asked me about my name!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“No way!” I replied. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Yep! I mean, it’s usually one of the first things people ask me about. What does AJ stand for?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ’s expression then turned uncharacteristically serious again. “Can I ask you a question?” he said, slightly cautiously. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Of course!” I replied, intrigued. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
He looked nervous again. And a little weary. For some reason I felt a
pang of nerves. I had no idea what AJ was about to ask me. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“When did you know that you liked lads?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Ummm … probably when I was about twelve or thirteen!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ looked surprised. “That’s pretty young!” he said. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Mmmm. I don’t think I really admitted it to myself until I was older,
though. It’s not really something you think that deeply about when
you’re that young. I always just, sort of, pushed it to the back of my
mind. And then when I was about fifteen, I just thought, yeah, I’m gay!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Was it, like, one specific thing?” AJ asked. He seemed a little more
confident about tackling the subject. “Or one particular guy?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Oh God! My mouth curled into an amused grin. I couldn’t help it. AJ furrowed his eyebrows. “What?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Do you <i>really</i> wanna know?” I asked. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
And all of a sudden, AJ looked nervous again. Did he think I was about to say that<i> he</i> was the reason I realised I was gay? </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Tell me!” he gently ordered. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I groaned, and put my face in my hands, unsure of whether I really wanted to make the confession I was about to. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I screwed up my face and closed one eye. “It was Andy!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ furrowed his eyebrows. “Andy, <i>who</i>?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“<i>Andy</i>, Andy!” I exclaimed, with my eyes wide open. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
His mouth curled into an “O” shape. “Noooo!” he said, shocked but clearly amused. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“What, you fancied my mum’s boyfriend?!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I nodded, embarrassed but also getting a kick out of confessing my old
secret crush to AJ, while also loving his surprised reaction. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Why Andy?!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Erm … the bike, the leather gear, the shaved head, the body!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ’s mouth seemed to erupt in a coy but cheeky grin. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“There’s a LOT of gay men who would fancy Andy!” I informed him. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ was beaming. He seemed to be loving my confession. “I’ll have to let him know that! He’d probably love it!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Don’t mention <i>me</i> though!” I said, horrified at the thought. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ shook his head. “I can’t believe you used to fancy Andy! Do you think you still would?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Erm … I dunno! Has he changed much?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Still grinning, AJ took his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll show you!”
he said. I felt a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing a recent
picture of my first male crush. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ handed me his phone with a mischievous grin. “Oh, wow!” I said, as I
looked at the picture on the screen. It was Andy, alright. But he
definitely looked different. His face was rounder. He still looked
pretty big, but more stocky, rather than muscular. He even looked like
he had a bit of a belly underneath the white t-shirt he was wearing. He
was less The Rock, more Ross Kemp. And yet, there was still something
there. An undeniable sexiness. Even if he did look a fair few years
older and wasn’t so in shape anymore. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“He doesn’t go to Scorpio’s much anymore!” AJ said, as if he was reading my mind. “Still fancy him?” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I made a jokey face. “Errrmm…” I replied. AJ giggled in response. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“So what’s drunk Noah like?” he asked, as he poured me another vodka and coke.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“You’re probably about to find out!” I said. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
He handed me back my now filled glass. “Thanks, Arthur-John!” I said,
cheekily grinning. I thought AJ would wince, but he didn’t. He almost
looked like he was blushing, and had this adorable little grin on his
face. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I suddenly gasped dramatically. “I haven’t tried on my hoodie!” I exclaimed, jumping up.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
AJ giggled as I picked up the bright blue hoodie folded over my
backpack. I don’t think I’d ever been more excited to put on an item of
clothing. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
It fitted me perfectly. I looked at my reflection in the mirror on AJ’s
bedroom wall. My very own Scorpio’s Gym hoodie, given to me by AJ. My
gorgeous, cute, funny AJ.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Think I could get away with going to Scorpio’s in it?” I asked AJ. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
He was smiling. This really warm, adorable grin. “Of course, mate! You
don’t have to be a shredded muscle freak to wear a Scorpio’s hoodie!” </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“We can be hoodie buddies!” I said. AJ bit his lip. His grin was almost coy. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Shall we watch another Dom and Cole?” he asked. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I sat on AJ’s bed, still wearing my hoodie. I didn’t want to take it
off. AJ manoeuvred himself so he was sitting right next to me, both of
us facing the TV. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“Aren’t you hot in that hoodie?” AJ asked. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
“A little!” I said, shrugging. It was worth being hot for. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Sitting so close to AJ, being on his bed in the hoodie he’d given to
me, feeling the buzz of the alcohol and the events of the night, I felt
this incredible warmth. It was the perfect night. I remember realising
in that moment that in the two years since I’d left home for university,
this was the happiest I’d felt. Right now. Which was the biggest irony
in the world. I’d been dying to leave Little Denton and to live in
London. And now I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be. Or
anyone I’d rather be with. </div>
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And then something happened. One of AJ’s legs pushed into mine. Fuck.
It felt like an electric energy shot straight through me. I knew it was
an accident. That AJ would move his leg away as quickly as it had met
with mine. Only he didn’t. His leg stayed there. Pressed against mine.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! </div>
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My heart started to race. Seconds passed. Only they felt more like
minutes. It was like my whole body was fire. Because AJ was touching me.
I felt like I wanted to die. A thousand ecstatic little deaths. And all
the time, my mind was racing with questions. What is happening? Why
isn’t AJ moving his leg? Is he touching me on purpose? Is he feeling
anything even close to what I’m feeling? And the biggest question of
all; what the hell does all of this mean? </div>
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<br /></div>
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Something funny happened in Dom and Cole which seemed to break the
tension and AJ finally moved his leg. I couldn’t look at him. I was
terrified to. I just sat there with my eyes transfixed on the TV,
watching the rest of the episode on the most euphoric high. Because I
was sure, <i>certain</i> even, that something was actually happening
with me and AJ Jones. I didn’t know what it was. I knew that it was
probably messy and complicated. But there was <i>definitely</i> something there. And I’d never felt more excited about anything.
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muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-30212563603148769282018-09-16T11:01:00.002+01:002018-09-16T14:46:47.542+01:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 4)<b>"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."</b><br />
<br />
It's time for the fourth part of "AJ & Noah"!<br />
<br />
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)! <br />
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Part 5 coming soon!<br />
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<b>Ten</b></div>
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<b> </b>
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As soon as we got inside Scorpio’s, a giant of a muscle man at about
6’5 passed us. Although he was completely covered up by a black
tracksuit, he still looked like an absolute tank. He was built like a
brick shit house with a scary looking tattoo running up his neck.<br />
<br />
“Alright, AJ!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“OK, he probably <i>would</i> put you into a protein shake and eat you for a meal!” AJ said, grinning.<br />
<br />
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”.<br />
<br />
It was only when we were walking into the changing room that the nerves made a comeback.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
<i>OH MY GOD!!</i><br />
<i> </i>
<br />
“Well, I’d thought I’d give that a go today!”<br />
<br />
<i>JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!</i><br />
<i> </i>
<br />
I was literally speechless. AJ’s expression then softened and he giggled. “Your face!” he exclaimed. “As if I fucking would!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“I really <i>could</i> if I wanted to though!” he exclaimed, raising his eyebrows.<br />
<br />
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!!<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.
<br />
What AJ didn’t know was <i>just</i> 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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
AJ clocked my grin and gave me a suspicious smirk. “You OK?” he asked.<br />
<br />
“Yeah!” I replied sheepishly.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“So, is it what you were expecting?” he asked he as we walked through the gym.<br />
<br />
“Erm … sort of!”<br />
<br />
“Not that scary really, is it? Well … apart from the pictures of the huge freaks on the wall!”<br />
<br />
<i>OH MY GOD.</i> I gave AJ a coy grin.<br />
<br />
“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?”<br />
<br />
<i>HELL FUCKING YES!</i> And there went my pants. Twitching away again. Twitch, twitch, fucking twitch.<br />
<br />
“So, I know you were planning do legs today, but do you wanna follow my chest routine instead?” AJ asked me.<br />
<br />
“Erm … sure!”<br />
<br />
“I didn’t wanna take you here and then abandon you. Thought you’d feel more comfortable if we stuck together?”<br />
<br />
<i>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?</i><br />
<i> </i>
<br />
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>I’d</i> 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.<br />
<br />
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!<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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?”<br />
<br />
“Umm … yeah?” I curiously replied.<br />
<br />
“Well now’s your chance!” My heart jumped into my throat. “That’s him over there!” AJ excitedly said.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Wanna say hi?”<br />
<br />
Oh God. My stomach did a somersault. “Oooh … I dunno!”<br />
<br />
AJ grinned. “Awww. Come on, mate! He’s a good lad!”<br />
<br />
As Mark finished his set, AJ dragged me over to meet him. I nervously followed, my stomach in knots.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“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”.<br />
<br />
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!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Noah wants to be a shredded freak like us!”<br />
<br />
<i>OH MY FUCKING GOD!!</i><br />
<i> </i>
<br />
I blushed so hard, and Mark grinned at AJ.<br />
<br />
“Well, you’re in the right company with <i>this</i> one,” Mark cheekily said, referring to AJ. I nervously smiled back. All my social ability seemed to have gone out the window.<br />
<br />
As we walked away, I felt the biggest rush. I had just met, and spoken
to a genuine muscle monster and regional bodybuilding champion.<br />
<br />
“So, now you’ve met the bodybuilding version of you!” AJ said, with a gorgeous grin. I giddily grinned back at him.<br />
<br />
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?<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“So …” AJ mysteriously said, playing with his phone. “I promised to
show you a picture of a super duper shredded bodybuilder, didn’t I?”<br />
<br />
Oh God. My pulse quickened, though I was more excited than nervous.<br />
<br />
“I warn you now. You <i>will</i> be shocked. You might even wanna throw up!” he said, barely able to mask a smug grin.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Pretty freaky, huh?” AJ asked.<br />
<br />
I nodded. “That is … WOW!”<br />
<br />
AJ was grinning like mad. “You never know, mate. That could be you one day!” he teased.<br />
<br />
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!”<br />
<br />
AJ did one of his cute, little giggles as he took his phone back.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
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!<br />
<br />
“Recognise<i> him</i>?” 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.<br />
<br />
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed.<br />
<br />
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.
<br />
“That was my very first bodybuilding competition two years ago.”<br />
<br />
“You look so young!” I said. “And you look … nervous!”<br />
<br />
“I told you I was!” he said.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Look at those posing trunks too! God, they’re awful!” AJ exclaimed.<br />
<br />
And they really were. Black, matte and oversized.<br />
<br />
“Aaaaand … here I am again, over here,” AJ said, directing me to a photo a few steps to the left.<br />
<br />
“Much better!” he said with a mischievous grin.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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 <i>would</i> happen if you turned up to a shift at Tesco’s wearing those?”<br />
<br />
AJ released a short, sharp laugh.<br />
<br />
“I’ll tell you what, mate. When <i>you’re</i> a shredded muscle freak, we’ll <i>both</i> go into Tesco’s wearing just our posing trunks and we’ll see what happens!”<br />
<br />
I grinned. “Hmmm. Deal!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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<b>Eleven</b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b> </b>
</div>
“So, when do I get my own Scorpio’s hoodie?” I was in the kitchen
messaging AJ on Facebook a few days after our trip to the infamous
hardcore bodybuilding gym.<br />
<br />
“Hehe! We can get you a hoodie!” Then he sent the emoji with the big, teeth bearing grin.<br />
<br />
Three dots.<br />
<br />
“I’m thinking blue? To match your posing trunks when you get them!”<br />
<br />
I was dreamily gazing into my phone and grinning like crazy when my mum walked in the room.<br />
<br />
“Oooh, I’d love to get hold of your phone to see who you keep talking to!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“I’m just surprised you didn’t go out last Friday!” my mum said.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“When’s that Naomi coming back, then?” my mum asked. <i>That</i>
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.<br />
<br />
I smirked and shook my head. “The weekend after next!”<br />
<br />
My mum groaned. “And I suppose you’ll be out boozing in town?”<br />
<br />
“Ummm … yes?”<br />
<br />
“Oh great!” she replied. “As usual, I won’t be able to sleep until you’re home.”
<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“I don’t ask you to stay up worrying about me. I don’t think dad will be doing that!”<br />
<br />
“Oh, he definitely won’t! He probably won’t even notice you’ve gone out.”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“So, when are you next gym’ing it?”<br />
<br />
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?<br />
<br />
I messaged AJ back. “I was thinking of going tomorrow.”<br />
<br />
“Well I’m going to Scorpio’s again on Tuesday if you fancy it? But I must warn you, it’s leg day!”<br />
<br />
My heart leapt and an almost overwhelming happiness surged through me. I was going to see AJ again. YAY!<br />
<br />
I typed a message. “I’d love to!” But that seemed too eager, so I erased it and wrote another.<br />
<br />
“Sounds good! Leg day though? GULP!”<br />
<br />
“Hehe! You’ll be fine. Once you’ve regained the use of your legs in about one week’s time.”<br />
<br />
“Double fucking GULP!”<br />
<br />
“HAHA! See you Tuesday, matie!”<br />
<br />
“Awesome!”<br />
<br />
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?<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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 <i>bigger </i>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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Why?”<br />
<br />
“Well … just, after all that shit you got in Year 11!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“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!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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 <i>any</i>
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“I think I was more pissed off at that little shit, Reece!” I told AJ.<br />
<br />
“Ugh! I never liked him,” AJ said, surprising me again. “I always just thought he was a bit of an inferior version of me!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“He was gay too, though, right?” AJ asked.<br />
<br />
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!”<br />
<br />
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!”<br />
<br />
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 <i>really</i> fucked up, but … I kinda <i>liked</i>
the attention!” I confessed, completely surprising myself. I don’t
think I’d ever actually admitted that to anyone before. Not even Naomi.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
I was feeling brave. “I kinda wish we’d stay friends,” I said, blushing slightly.<br />
<br />
“Yeah. That was kinda my fault wasn’t it?” he said.<br />
<br />
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?<br />
<br />
“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!”<br />
<br />
“Remember our sleepovers?” AJ asked. “They were legendary!”<br />
<br />
I grinned. “We used to stay up for as long we could watching TV.”<br />
<br />
“What was that one cartoon we used to watch? The really bonkers one with the two friends?” AJ asked. “God. What was it called?”<br />
<br />
I grinned. I knew exactly what TV programme AJ was talking about. “Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug!”<br />
<br />
“YES!! That was awesome!” AJ replied.<br />
<br />
“Did you know it has, like, a <i>huge</i> cult following? There’s a forum on the Internet where people discuss the best episodes to watch when you’re stoned!”<br />
<br />
“No way!” AJ exclaimed. “Actually, yeah. I reckon it <i>would</i> be good to watch when you’re stoned! Have you tried it?”<br />
<br />
“No,” I said, laughing. “I would, though.”<br />
<br />
“We should do it!”<br />
<br />
FUCK! The very idea of me and AJ doing any such thing excited me more than I could care to admit.<br />
<br />
“Sounds like fun!” I replied, my heart fluttering.<br />
<br />
“Man, I <i>really </i>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.<br />
<br />
“I actually went through a phase of watching it not long ago!” I informed him.<br />
<br />
“Really?!” AJ said, grinning. “That’s awesome!”<br />
<br />
“Yep! It’s on Netflix.”<br />
<br />
“No way!” AJ said, surprised. “OK, what are you doing <i>right now</i>?”<br />
<br />
<i>OH MY FUCKING GOD!</i><br />
<i> </i>
<br />
My heart started to pound. “Erm … nothing!” I replied.<br />
<br />
“OK, you’re coming to mine and we’re watching Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug!”<br />
<br />
<i>FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!</i><br />
<i> </i>
<br />
“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!<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
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<b>Twelve</b></div>
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<b> </b>
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My heart was pounding as we pulled into the drive of AJ’s house. I was <i>actually</i> going inside AJ Jones’ house. What the fuck?! As we got out of the car, I noticed Andy’s motorbike was missing.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
AJ laughed. “Yeah, mate. They got married a few years ago!”<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
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 <i>exact</i>
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.<br />
<br />
“Mum!” AJ called.<br />
<br />
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.
<br />
“Remember Noah from school?”<br />
<br />
“Of course I remember Noah!” she said. AJ’s mum had one of those smiles that seemed to fill up half of her face.<br />
<br />
“How have you been, Noah?”<br />
<br />
<i>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!</i><br />
<i> </i>
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“AJ said you’d been hanging out. How’s your mum, Noah?”<br />
<br />
It felt rude to groan. “Yeah, she’s fine. Same old!”<br />
<br />
“Still a legend, then!” AJ said.<br />
<br />
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!”<br />
<br />
“I hope AJ’s not getting you into all this bodybuilding stuff?” she asked.<br />
<br />
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!”<br />
<br />
<i>OH MY FUCKING GOD!</i><br />
<i> </i>
<br />
I blushed furiously. Mrs Jones shook her head. “First I have to put up with Andy, then my son gets into it!”<br />
<br />
Poor Mrs Jones. Surrounded by lads who just wanna get huge and shredded.<br />
<br />
“Yeah, you’ve only got yourself to blame. Shacking up with a bodybuilder when I was an impressionable teenager!” AJ teased.<br />
<br />
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 <i>had</i> seemed really easy going. Maybe that’s where AJ got it from?<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.
<br />
“Sit down, mate!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Budge up, future shredded muscle freak!”<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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 <i>actual</i> bodybuilder (DOUBLE FUCKING FUCK).<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“Oh my God! I remember this one!” AJ exclaimed as the episode<br />
<br />
“Is this the one with the rabbits who can’t stop partying?”<br />
<br />
“YES!” AJ exclaimed. “I loved this episode!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
When the episode had almost finished, AJ caught me looking at the assorted pictures of hardcore bodybuilders on his wall.<br />
<br />
“Is it really bad that I’ve got a picture of myself on my wall?” AJ asked.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. It’s a bit cocky. But I can’t say I’m exactly surprised!” I cheekily replied.
<br />
AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “So, which of those guys impresses you the most?”<br />
<br />
Oh God. My heart started pounding and I suddenly felt nervous.<br />
<br />
“Other than that cocky little fucker in the lime green posers?” AJ cheekily added.<br />
<br />
I grinned. “Ummm …” I began nervously. “This guy looks pretty awesome!”
I said, blushing and pointing to the picture of Blaine Holton.<br />
<br />
AJ beamed. “Hell yeah! That’s Blaine Holton! He’s a fucking MONSTER! Abs like bricks. Massive pecs.”<br />
<br />
FUCK! My hard on was juddering furiously listening to AJ describe one
of my favourite muscle freaks in such an incredibly hot manner.<br />
<br />
“His glutes are huge too!”<br />
<br />
<i>JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!</i><br />
<i> </i>
<br />
“Sorry! Glutes are the muscles in your arse!” he said with a devilish grin.<br />
<br />
<i>As if I didn’t bloody know!</i><br />
<i> </i>
<br />
“He’s got that bubble look which I love! Like his muscle’s really POP?”<br />
<br />
<i>You’re fucking killing me here!</i><br />
<i> </i>
<br />
“I think I’ve got that a bit,” he added. And he really fucking had!<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
“OK, check out this guy’s biceps!” AJ said pointing to famous pro bodybuilder, Chris “Freaky Peaks” Jackson.<br />
<br />
I blushed furiously. I was so fucking nervous and I hated it. “Wow!” was all I could muster.<br />
<br />
“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.<br />
<br />
“You’d be too shy to flex ‘em,” he said, teasingly, as he looked at me with the most adorable little smile.<br />
<br />
His joke gave me some much needed confidence.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. What’s <i>this</i> 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.<br />
<br />
“Cheeky fucker!” AJ reached round, grabbed the pillow he was propped up against and playfully hit me with it on my legs.<br />
<br />
“Why’s he sticking his tongue out?” I added.<br />
<br />
“Cause he’s a cocky little shit. And he thinks he’s a lot bigger than he is!” AJ playfully replied.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. I dunno. He looks pretty big to me!”<br />
<br />
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 <i>course</i> it fucking wasn’t.<br />
<br />
“Shall we watch another episode?” he asked.<br />
<br />
“Deffo!”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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?muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-26053697118612801252018-09-08T12:17:00.001+01:002018-09-15T19:07:51.078+01:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 3)<b>"There was something incredibly sweet about that “promise”. I’ll look after you. Promise! The pain will go away. Promise! I’ll let you squeeze my outrageously flexed bicep until you shoot a load in your undies and then I’ll cuddle the fuck out of you afterwards. Promise!"</b><br />
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It's time for part 3 of "AJ & Noah", where the lads continue exchanging messages filled with cheeky, bodybuilding related banter, with AJ teasing Noah about being a future shredded muscle freak, what colour posing trunks he'd wear onstage and what bodybuilder nickname he'd have. And then AJ offers to take Noah's to Scorpio's - the local, hardcore bodybuilding gym!<br />
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And check out the below (bloody awesome!) illustration of AJ from "<a href="https://www.instagram.com/reeddune/" target="_blank">Reeddune</a>"!<br />
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<b>Seven</b></div>
<br />
When I woke up early the next morning, I felt like I was fucking dying. What was this pain? In my head. In my arms. In my legs. Oh my GOD, my fucking legs. This was clearly the price for having a personal training session with an absurdly sexy bodybuilder, who I’d later indulged in cheeky, friendly banter with on Facebook.<br />
<br />
And then it hit me, and the pain was temporarily relieved. AJ Jones had messaged me on Facebook the night before. What the FUCK?!<br />
<br />
I looked at the conversation again on my phone and I was fairly convinced that it was genuine, and not, as I’d momentarily suspected last night, some kind of prank his friends had put him up to. Because what would be funny about that? And oh yeah, AJ’s friends probably <i>aren’t</i> twelve years old.<br />
<br />
I grinned like mad as I re-read his messages. “Come to Scorpio’s”. “I’ll squeeze a mean most muscular in their face”. “I’ll look after you”. <br />
<br />
I suddenly imagined AJ lying next to me in bed. One of his enormous arms wrapped around me. My head resting on his huge chest as he softly kissed the top of my head, nursing me better.<br />
<br />
Looking at the messages again, I realised that I kind of killed off the conversation with that single emoji. I needed to redeem myself. Considerably more nervous than I’d been while messaging him the night before, I composed a reply.<br />
<br />
“MY LEGS ARE KILLING ME!!”<br />
<br />
I hit send, but nothing came back. Fuck! Why had I used capital letters? At the time I thought they were funny and dramatic. Now they just looked like I was trying too hard. <br />
<br />
Walking to the bathroom was a monumental task. My legs really were fucking killing me. All this pain for what? The ability to <i>maybe</i> wear a vest by the end of summer, which I’ll still, no doubt, feel incredibly self conscious in? Fuck that! When I eagerly checked my phone on return to my bed, AJ still hadn’t replied.<br />
<br />
I hate that torturous feeling of waiting for someone you like to get back to you. After checking my phone for what felt like about six hundred times I managed to go back to sleep. I woke up an hour later, head considerably less fuzzy but still aching all over. My whole body then seemed to go into a kind of excited jolt when I saw a notification on my phone screen. AJ had replied to my message. Fuck YES!<br />
<br />
“HAHA!” <i>(Capital letters!)</i> “Well you can’t say I didn’t warn you, mate!”<br />
<br />
Ridiculously, the word “mate” stung. Seriously? I was fucking upset because a bodybuilder called me mate? <i>I am an absolutely ridiculous human being</i>, I thought. What the fuck else was he supposed to call me? But a warm feeling was buzzing through me at the fact that AJ had replied.<br />
<br />
I compiled a message. “If this is what it takes, I’m not sure I want to be a shredded muscle freak after all.” But I bottled it, erased the message and wrote another one.<br />
<br />
“It just took me twenty minutes to walk to the bathroom!”<br />
<br />
AJ sent the crying with laughter face emoji.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t resist following it up. “I almost gave up and pissed myself on the landing.”<br />
<br />
“HAHAHA!! Wait till the morning after your first session at your soon to be new gym, Scorpio’s!” And then he sent three of the AJ emoji’s.<br />
<br />
I giddly grinned at the reference to our conversation last night.<br />
<br />
“I’ll need more than just a bodyguard. I’ll need an on site paramedic.”<br />
<br />
“The pain won’t be as bad next time. Promise! You’re body’s just not used to it.”<br />
<br />
There was something incredibly sweet about that “promise”. I’ll look after you. Promise! The pain will go away. Promise! I’ll let you squeeze my outrageously flexed bicep until you shoot a load in your undies and then I’ll cuddle the fuck out of you afterwards. Promise! <br />
<br />
A serious question then popped into my head. A question which could even make the idea of me going to Scorpio’s less of a fantasy. <br />
<br />
“Are you a personal trainer at Scorpio’s, too?”<br />
<br />
Three dots.<br />
<br />
“Nah. They do have trainers though.”<br />
<br />
Curiously, AJ asked me if I wanted to see one. He told me to “brace myself” and then my head almost exploded when he sent me a picture of a huge, roided muscle bull on stage at a bodybuilding show, flexing a massive crab most muscular in a pair of shiny, purple posing trunks. FUCKING HELL! He was a bit of a daddy, as bald as a coot (hmmm, make that TWO coots) and, though round around the edges in a very British working class way, he was sexy as fucking hell. He was exactly the type of bodybuilder I’d happily spunk off to and I was instantly hard.<br />
<br />
I was also fucking buzzing at the fact AJ had sent me such a picture. The kind of picture I usually only shared with my fellow muscle loving contacts over the Internet. I messaged him back with three shocked faces emojis and followed it with, “He’s a monster!”<br />
<br />
“HAHA! Yep.”<br />
<br />
I couldn’t resist going further. <br />
<br />
“He barely looks human!”<br />
<br />
“HA! I love that!” AJ messaged.<br />
<br />
“Shredded to the bone.” <br />
<br />
<i>Oh God. Did I actually just send that?</i><br />
<br />
AJ sent a shocked emoji face, then a, “Fuck yeah!” which, for some reason, caused my dick to start furiously juddering. I was engaging in cheeky, friendly, bodybuilding relating banter with an actual bodybuilder and it was both the horniest and most exciting thing in the world.<br />
<br />
“You’re picking up the lingo!” AJ then messaged.<br />
<br />
I sent the AJ emoji and couldn’t resist elaborating on his comment.<br />
<br />
“Fuck yeah! Look at that huge shredded muscle freak squeezing out a mean most muscular! How was that?!” My heart was pounding as I sent it and I was insanely turned on.<br />
<br />
“HAHA! Perfect, mate. You’ll fit right in at Scorpio’s!”<br />
<br />
I sent the AJ emoji again. God, I loved messaging him. Even more than I had the night before.<br />
<br />
Three dots. AJ was composing another message.<br />
<br />
“His name’s Mark Green. He’s this year’s regional bodybuilding champion. He’s about 6’3 too!”<br />
<br />
“Oh my God! He really <i>would</i> mistake me for one of his six meals a day.”<br />
<br />
“Hehe. believe it or not he’s actually a really sweet guy. Really gentle. Kinda shy!”<br />
<br />
What the fuck?! The idea that a 6’3 champion bodybuilding muscle monster in shiny purple posers could be described as any of those things completely baffled me. <br />
<br />
“No way!” I replied.<br />
<br />
“Yep. He’s kinda like a bodybuilder version of you.”<br />
<br />
And then my heart went into my throat. What a fucking weird thing for AJ to say. Likening me to a bodybuilder? Pointing out my personality traits? Why would AJ spend any time thinking about what my personality was like? My heart started to thump and I wondered, was there any, actual small chance that something more was going on with AJ and I? And then I felt utterly ridiculous. Because of course there fucking wasn’t. AJ didn’t need to be interested in me to notice my personality traits. He was clearly just perceptive and thoughtful. Which all just made me like him even more. <br />
<br />
I stared at the screen. I had no idea how to appropriately respond to his comment. He wasn’t typing either. No dots. Fuck, fuck, fuck. And then it came to me.<br />
<br />
“Yeah, I don’t think I’d make a very good bodybuilder. I think I’d shit myself on stage!”<br />
<br />
AJ replied. “Hehe! Believe it or not, the first time I competed I was bricking it.”<br />
<br />
I <i>didn’t</i> believe it. I’d seen the pictures of AJ on stage and saw the kind of playful, cheeky and cocky attitude he’d adopted when he hit his poses. For some reason the idea of AJ being all nervous made my heart swell.<br />
<br />
“No way! I can’t imagine it!” I messaged.<br />
<br />
“Yep. I got over it pretty fast, though!” And there it was again. The AJ emoji with the one eye closed and the tongue sticking out. I’d always loved that emoji, but I loved it even more since AJ had started using it.<br />
<br />
“I KNOW. I’ve seen the pictures!”<br />
<br />
“Hehe! I promise I’m not that cocky off stage. It’s just sort of what bodybuilders do when they compete!”<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. I believe you!” I replied.<br />
<br />
“It’s true! I don’t strut around sticking my tongue out at people in Tesco’s or anything!” <br />
<br />
“HAHA!! I didn’t notice a strut.” I messaged.<br />
<br />
“Maybe a bit of a waddle?” <br />
<br />
“Hmmm. Maybe a bit. Now you mention it!”<br />
<br />
As if I hadn’t noticed that fucking waddle. As if that waddle hadn’t been permanently imprinted on my muscle obsessed brain.<br />
<br />
“HAHA! Every bodybuilder wants to have a waddle. Don’t worry about being shy though. I’ll give you plenty of posing tips!” AJ messaged.<br />
<br />
“You might have your work cut out for you.”<br />
<br />
“Nah! We’ll have you strutting around in a pair of posers sticking your tongue out as you flex a front double bicep in no time.”<br />
<br />
<i>OH MY FUCKING GOD! Posers! He just fucking said the word, posers! </i><br />
<br />
Before I could respond, three more dots appeared.<br />
<br />
“Sorry. More bodybuilding terms.”<br />
<br />
And then the most insanely amazing thing happened. He sent me through a picture of <i>his</i> lime green posers. The exceptionally shiny ones from his Facebook pictures of him in competition. Just lying there on what was presumably the blue duvet of his bed. FUCKING HELL!! Was this actually happening?!<br />
<br />
“These are posers. Or posing trunks. Fetching, huh?”<br />
<br />
I laughed. “Oh, very! Is that your outfit for the gym?”<br />
<br />
“HAHA! No, but I could probably get away with that!” And then the AJ emoji came through again.<br />
<br />
<i>What a fucking image!</i><br />
<br />
“They’re more comfortable than they look. You’ll find out soon.”<br />
<br />
<i>FUCKING FUCK FUCK!</i><br />
<br />
My dick was going crazy and I couldn’t resist a cheeky tug under my duvet. My heart then sank when his next message came through.<br />
<br />
“Sorry, mate. Gotta dash. Shift at job #2. Tesco’s.” And a sad emoji face.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t resist. “Will you be wearing your posers?” <br />
<br />
“HAHA!! I’d probably get arrested. I’d <i>definitely</i> get fired!”<br />
<br />
And then I had an image of AJ strutting through Tesco’s wearing nothing but his shiny, lime green posers and a gorgeous, cocky grin. Walking up to every unsuspecting shopper he came to and squeezing out an attitude filled, power packed pose. Tongue out, gob open, grunts and groans, the works.<br />
<br />
I said goodbye to AJ and put down my phone. My whole body was bursting with adrenaline. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. The picture of 6’3 muscle monster, Mark Green, the cheeky banter, the picture of the posers lying on his bed (fuck!), the “bodybuilder version of you”. I was absolutely buzzing. The conversation had also left me ridiculously horny. I was tempted to wank off to the picture of Mark. I was even tempted to wank off to the picture of AJ’s posing trunks. But I didn’t. Because it didn’t quite feel right.<br />
<br />
So I headed to YouTube and chose a video of my favourite 212 class bodybuilder, Tommy “The Tank” Foster, instead. He was probably about the same height as AJ, and just as outrageously cocky with his posing.<br />
<br />
After I shot a huge load into my boxers the moment Tommy crunched down into an abs and thighs, I rolled over and spent the rest of the morning dozing in and out sleep with this warm, happy feeling buzzing through me. But it wasn’t the famous American pro bodybuilder I’d just blown a load to who was occupying my every thought. It was the boy I’d just been exchanging the most amazing messages with.<br />
<br />
I was thinking about his lime green posers. Fantasising about being at Scorpio’s with him, where he’d take me under his wing and look after me. Maybe even teach me how to pose. Tell me what faces to pull when I flexed on stage. And then I thought about him working at Tesco in his tight, blue polo shirt at that very moment, thinking about our conversation. And I couldn’t help picturing him wearing a similar, giddy grin to mine as he did.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Eight</b></div>
<br />
I spent the next three days in a state of almost dizzy happiness. This hadn’t gone unnoticed by my mum, who wrongly suspected it had something to do with whoever she thought I’d gone drinking with the Friday before.<br />
<br />
I hadn’t heard from AJ, though. I had been tempted to get in touch with him. Roughly about four to five hundred times a day. I’d even opened Facebook a couple of times with the intention of sending him a message, but each time I backed out.<br />
<br />
He had been the one to get in touch with me initially, and it had been me who’d made the first move the next day. I figured it was his turn next. But while the prospect of more cheeky, bodybuilding related banter with AJ filled with me excitement, the idea of actually seeing him in the flesh filled with me nerves. <br />
<br />
It was completely absurd. The week before I was training with him and making jokes about the fact he had trouble walking through doorways without turning sideways, and now the thought of casually bumping into him made my stomach twist in knots. <br />
<br />
And yet, when I entered the gym to discover he wasn’t there, my heart dropped from disappointment. During the shoulders and back workout I was following from AJ’s training plan, I decided I would message him on Facebook when I’d finished. So what if I’d been the one to reach out first the last time? <br />
<br />
Half way through my training I had stopped to fill up my water bottle from the water machine when someone behind me suddenly spoke.<br />
<br />
“I reckon you should go for blue!”<br />
<br />
It startled me so much that I jumped. So much so that AJ Jones laughed and apologised. Seeing him in the flesh standing before me, looking painfully huge and adorably cute seemed to vanquish any nerves I had been feeling earlier. My insides seemed to be doing summersaults. Or maybe it was just those butterflies. <br />
<br />
His hair wasn’t so styled as it has been before, and was even a little fluffy at the front. Which I found completely adorable. It was like he hadn’t really bothered to make an effort. It was funny, because no matter how times I saw AJ, I still couldn’t get used to just how ridiculously huge and muscular he was. Those arms. The shoulders. The chest. He looked like a fucking cartoon that had been drawn into the ordinary setting of a leisure centre gym. <br />
<br />
“Sorry - what were you saying? Blue …?”<br />
<br />
“Posers!” he cheekily said with a completely straight face.<br />
<br />
<i>OH MY FUCKING GOD!! He did NOT just say that</i>, I thought. I blushed furiously.<br />
<br />
“For your first bodybuilding competition!” His face then cracked and his mouth grew into a wide, mischievous grin. I felt my face relax and soften into a grin, but I was still blushing.<br />
<br />
AJ chuckled. “How’s the training going?”<br />
<br />
“Yeah, good! Legs have recovered. Just about!” I said, making a face.<br />
<br />
“What are you working on today?”<br />
<br />
“Back and shoulders!” <br />
<br />
AJ nodded. “Nice! Oh, shit. There’s my client,” he suddenly said looking around. My heart dropped again. <br />
<br />
“Oh, I’ve been thinking.” My heart pounded. I had no idea what AJ was about to say. “The being shy on stage thing? You can just ask Mark Green how he overcomes it when he gives you your first training session at Scorpio’s!”<br />
<br />
<i>FUCKING HELL!</i><br />
<br />
I couldn’t help but sheepishly smirk, while being reminded of our utterly awesome Facebook messages. I knew AJ was only joking, but I couldn’t help fantasising about that very scenario playing out. Being trained by 6’3 monster Mark, and AJ by my side, too. Just for the company. Or maybe protection. <br />
<br />
“Would that be before or after he’s put me in a protein shake?” I playfully asked.<br />
<br />
AJ giggled. The cute, little giggle I was becoming to love so much. I was definitely going message him on Facebook later that afternoon. <br />
<br />
“See you later, mate!” he said, his eyes glistening and his face all grinning, before he walked away with his big, beefy bum sticking out of his trackie bottoms. And there it was, again. That same, hot little bodybuilder waddle I’d witnessed in Tesco just a few weeks before.<br />
<br />
I was not long through the door when my mum sprung a question on me. “Do you want to come with me to see your nan? You‘ve barely seen her since you came back.”<br />
<br />
I groaned, but then instantly felt guilty.<br />
<br />
“When are you going?!” I asked.<br />
<br />
“In half an hour!”<br />
<br />
“Fine!” I said, begrudgingly.<br />
<br />
When my nan opened her door and saw me, her face lit up. She excitedly held her hands up in front of her, like she just couldn’t wait to grab my face.<br />
<br />
“What have been doing with yourself, Noah?” she asked me, as we were sat down.<br />
<br />
“Erm … not much! Just chilling out.”<br />
<br />
“Eating me out of house and home!” my mum replied.<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes. “I joined the gym last week.”<br />
<br />
The way my nan looked at me, all doughy eyed, grinning wildly with that glint in her eye, you’d think I was indulging in the most riveting conversation in the world. Not talking about eating and joining a gym.<br />
<br />
“Any jobs going at the gym?” my mum quipped.<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes again.<br />
<br />
“He doesn’t want to be wasting his time doing <i>that</i>!” my nan exclaimed.<br />
<br />
“Thanks, <i>nan</i>!” I said, looking at my mum with a sly grin.<br />
<br />
“You’ve got to enjoy yourself while you’re young, dear,” my nan continued.<br />
<br />
“Oh, he does, don’t worry! And have you heard from any of these publishing work experience placements you’ve applied for?” my mother asked.<br />
<br />
Ugh! “Not yet!” I replied, becoming increasingly annoyed at my mother. “I told you, they’re hard to get on!” <br />
<br />
“And how’s your special friend, Natalie?” my nan asked.<br />
<br />
“Naomi!” I said, correcting her.<br />
<br />
I exchanged grins with my mum. Nan always referred to Naomi as my “special friend”. <br />
<br />
“Yeah, she’s good. She’s staying in Brighton for the summer but she’s coming back in a few weeks for the weekend.”<br />
<br />
“You didn’t tell me that!” my mum said. “He never tells me anything!” I wondered whether she was about to mention “Internet gay sex dating apps”. I’m pretty sure the fact we were sat in front of my nan was the only reason she didn’t.<br />
<br />
“Whatever happened to that other boy you were friends with? The really little one?” my nan then asked.<br />
<br />
Oh my God! My heart started pounding. Surely she was talking about Reece Miller, my ex best friend who outed me in Year 11?<br />
<br />
“You mean Reece?” I asked.<br />
<br />
“Ugh!” my mum exclaimed. “That little - oooh, I tell you, if I ever see him again!”<br />
<br />
When my mum found out what Reece had done, she’d marched round to his house to confront him and ended up having a shouting match with his mum about how to raise her kids properly. I was partly mortified, but at the same time, it was also pretty fucking awesome.<br />
<br />
“No, that wasn’t him,” my nan said. “He had a funny name!”<br />
<br />
Oh Fuck. My cheeks burned up and I couldn’t seem to look at my mum. I knew <i>exactly</i> who my nan was talking about.<br />
<br />
“AJ!” my mum replied. The word sounded strange coming my mother. It was like someone had given my heart a little pinch. “Awww, little AJ!” my mum said, gushingly. “I still see his mum.”<br />
<br />
“Do you?!” I quickly said, surprised, and with <i>way</i> too much interest.<br />
<br />
“Yeah!” she said looking at me curiously. “I’m sure she said he worked in Tesco’s but I’ve never seen him in there.”<br />
<br />
<i>OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD.</i><br />
<br />
I felt like I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. I knew for a fact that my mum <i>had</i> seen AJ in Tesco, because he’d told me himself that he had. And that he’d even said hi to her. She clearly hadn’t made the connection between “Little AJ” and the obscenely muscular tank whose thick chest and enormous arms bulged in and around the material of his work shirt. I had no idea how I’d react if she ever <i>did</i> make that connection, or perhaps manage to spot his name badge, and then proceed to tell me that he was now a fuck off huge bodybuilder. Or whatever words my mum would use.<br />
<br />
I desperately changed the subject from AJ, failing to tell my mum that a) yes, he <i>did</i> work in Tesco because, b) I saw him in there the other week, c) he also works at the Leisure Centre gym and gave me my induction, d) I’ve also had a personal training session with him, e) I’ve been exchanging funny, cheeky, <i>mostly</i> bodybuilding related messages with him on Facebook for the past few days, because f) he’s an outrageously muscular, competitive bodybuilding muscle bull, who g) I haven’t been able to stop thinking about for the past week or so.<br />
<br />
“Why does nan always call Naomi my “special friend”?” I asked my mum on the walk back home.<br />
<br />
My mum laughed. “Who knows? I don’t think she thinks that a boy and a girl can just be friends. Or maybe it’s her word for the LGBG - what is it - people, community?”<br />
<br />
I smiled and shook my head. “It’s LGB<i>T</i>. Just say gay people!”<br />
<br />
“I’m trying to be trendy!” she said, smiling.<br />
<br />
My phone pinged. I innocently checked it without thinking and I felt a familiar jolt of excitement when I saw the words <b>AJ Jones has sent you a message</b> on my screen. Apparently I failed to hide my emotions from my mother.<br />
<br />
“What are <i>you</i> grinning that? Oooh, another text. Is that your new boyfriend?”<br />
<br />
“<i>Mum!</i>” I exclaimed. I was mortified. My mother was completely OK with me being gay but I still didn’t fell comfortable talking to her about guys I was dating.<br />
<br />
“Well there’s <i>someone</i> you keep going out with every Friday night.”<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes. I refused to reveal, or say any more and spent the rest of the walk home listening to her complain about one of the neighbours, while dying to know what cheeky, funny, muscle related message AJ has sent me.<br />
<br />
“So, I’ve been thinking. I should really have a nickname. All of the best bodybuilders have them. And if <i>you</i> want to be a shredded muscle freak, you should really have one too!”<br />
<br />
I jumped on my bed with my phone, the biggest grin on my face. <br />
<br />
“Hehe! Sounds good.”<br />
<br />
A few minute’s passed, then three dots. God, I loved those dots.<br />
<br />
“Whose shall we chose first?” <br />
<br />
“Let’s go with you!” I replied.<br />
<br />
“Hehe! OK, you won’t know these names, but I’ll give you some examples of bodybuilder’s with nicknames. Chris “Freaky Peaks” Jackson. Tommy “The Tank” Foster. Liam “The Guns” Watson.” <br />
<br />
<i>This is hilarious</i>, I thought. Not only did I know and love all three of the famous muscle freaks he’d listed, but I’d also shot a load to each and every one of them at some point. Tommy Foster just a few short days ago. What the hell would AJ think if he knew this?<br />
<br />
“Any suggestions?” Then he sent the emoji with the big, teeth bearing grin.<br />
<br />
I typed the first thing that came into my head.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. How about AJ “The Freakazoid” Jones?”<br />
<br />
“FUCK YEAH!! Haha! Love it.”<br />
<br />
“AJ “The Incredible Bulk” Jones?”<br />
<br />
“OMG! That’s awesome!”<br />
<br />
“AJ “Is That Even Human? I Think It Might Just Be” Jones?”<br />
<br />
“HAHA!! Yep. That’s the keeper!” Then he sent the crying face emoji.<br />
<br />
I thought of a few more nicknames in my head. AJ “Cutie McBeefy Bum” Jones. AJ “Why Are You So Fucking Hot?” Jones. And AJ “As In Noah’s New Boyfriend, AJ” Jones. Somehow I didn’t quite have the nerve to share them.<br />
<br />
“OK. Now it’s time to think of <i>your</i> nickname.”<br />
<br />
I couldn’t stop smiling. AJ was typing another message.<br />
<br />
“How about…Noah “The Buff Cookster” Cook?”<br />
<br />
I grinned wildly. “I like it! GRRRR!” <br />
<br />
<i>Oh God. I can’t believe I just GRRRR’ed at AJ!</i><br />
<br />
“Did you just GRRRR?” AJ messaged.<br />
<br />
“I think I just did!” And then I sent the blushing face, eyes wide open emoji.<br />
<br />
“You’ll be GRAARR’ing next! I’m such a bad influence.” <br />
<br />
“You always were!”<br />
<br />
It was the first time either of us had mentioned anything about the time we were friends at school. It felt weird, but also kinda nice.<br />
<br />
He sent a shocked face emoij. “What do you mean?!”<br />
<br />
“Erm…the bookmarks from the book fair at primary school!”<br />
<br />
“OMG! Haha. OK, we both stole them.”<br />
<br />
“Yes, but you’re the one who came up with the idea to shove them up the sleeves of our school jumpers!”<br />
<br />
“Hehe. OK, but the prank phone calls to Mrs Bennett in Year 8 were your idea.” <br />
<br />
“Oh God! Remember when she said our names down the phone? AJ! Noah! I know it’s you two!”<br />
<br />
“Haha! We fucking shit ourselves.”<br />
<br />
And for a moment he wasn’t AJ The Bodybuilder. He was just my old friend AJ from school. Until his next message came through.<br />
<br />
“OK, back to the nicknames. How about Noah “The Super Shredder” Cook? “Shredder” because you’d be all shredded and shit.”<br />
<br />
My dick twitched. The thought of<i> me</i> shredded. Hell yeah!<br />
<br />
“I feel like I would be shredded.” I replied.<br />
<br />
“Oh, to the fucking BONE, mate.”<br />
<br />
My face literally ached from smiling so much. <br />
<br />
“OK, I’ve got one for me,” I messaged. “Noah “What’s Cooking? Shredded Fucking BEEF” Cook.”<br />
<br />
“OH MY GOD!! I LOVE IT! You’re so much better at this than I am.” <br />
<br />
I pulled a face to myself. “Nah! Yours are awesome, mate!” I messaged.<br />
<br />
“I guess that’s why you’re at uni and I work in Tesco.” And then he sent the crying with laughter emoji.<br />
<br />
The message completely threw me. It was so odd to read a comment where AJ was putting himself down. I almost <i>hated</i> seeing it. Like the idea of AJ having a single negative thought about himself upset me and I felt an almost overwhelming urge to remind him just how awesome, and cute, and funny he was.<br />
<br />
“Oh please! Anyone can get into uni these days!”<br />
<br />
“Thanks. I think!”<br />
<br />
I felt a jolt of panic. “NO! I didn’t mean it like that!” <br />
<br />
“Hehe! I KNOW! Don’t worry, mate.” And then he sent the cutest emoji of them all. The AJ emoji.<br />
<br />
And I suddenly felt stupid. And a little embarrassed that I’d panicked so much at the thought that I’d offended him. <br />
<br />
“So…AJ “Is That Even Human? I Think It Might Just Be” Jones and Noah “What’s Cooking? Shredded Fucking BEEF” Cook it is then! The world won’t know what’s hit it.”<br />
<br />
I lay my head on the pillow, my phone resting on my duvet. Just staring at the screen and smiling. I felt like I could have just lay there chatting to AJ all day. And in that moment, I genuinely couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so happy.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Nine</b></div>
<br />
Every day for the rest of that week I exchanged messages with AJ Jones on Facebook. Some days just a few for a short period of time, and other times lots of messages sent over a period of hours.<br />
<br />
Most of the time the messages were cheeky and funny. Jokes about me going to Scorpio’s and becoming a cocky, shredded, posing trunk sporting (fuck!) bodybuilder like AJ. Other times they were more serious. Messages about training. Advice from AJ about diet and supplements. We also sometimes reminisced about school. He even asked me about uni a few times too.<br />
<br />
On the morning of that Friday I was getting my gym stuff together and (again), felt ridiculously nervous, yet admittedly excited, about the prospect of seeing the boy I’d spent the past week exchanging cute, funny, awesome Facebook messages with.<br />
<br />
I wasn’t sure whether I could handle spending the whole gym session wondering whether I was going bump into AJ or not, so I decided to bite the bullet and sent him a message to try and find out whether he’d be at the leisure centre. <br />
<br />
“OK, I’m braving it. I’m just about to go to the gym to do (gulp!)…LEGS!”<br />
<br />
He replied straight away.<br />
<br />
“HAHA!”<br />
<br />
“God help me!” I replied.<br />
<br />
“How funny. I’m just about to head to Scorpio’s! Only it’s chest day for me. GRRRR!”<br />
<br />
I instantly started to swell at the “GRRRR!” Or maybe it was just the thought of AJ pumping up in the gym. Or just the thought of AJ full stop. I’d never met a man before with the ability to make me rock hard from a single text message. But AJ had been doing that practically every day that we’d been in contact.<br />
<br />
“Both getting our pump on! HELL YEAH!” I messaged. And then I sent the AJ emoji.<br />
<br />
“Watch out Little Denton Leisure Centre. The Buff Cookster is coming and he’s taking NO prisoners.”<br />
<br />
“Ahem. I think you mean Noah “What’s Cooking? Shredded Fucking BEEF” Cook is coming!” I replied.<br />
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“Haha! Oooops. Silly me. Well have a good workout, mate!”<br />
<br />
Well that solved that then. I wouldn’t be bumping into AJ at the gym. I thought I would feel relieved, but I didn’t. In fact, I felt an almost crushing disappointment as I stared at my phone and messaged him back.<br />
<br />
“You too, mate.”<br />
<br />
I put my phone down on my bed, but it pinged straight away. AJ had sent me another message. Just one word.<br />
<br />
“Unless.”<br />
<br />
<i>Oh my God!</i><br />
<br />
Three dots. The longest three dots ever.<br />
<br />
“You wanna come to Scorpio’s with me?”<br />
<br />
<i>FUCK! </i><br />
<br />
My heart swelled and seemed to fill up my whole chest. Was this a genuine offer? Or were we doing the whole, jokey, “Noah The Bodybuilder” thing again?<br />
<br />
“Are you serious?” <br />
<br />
My heart was pounding. My head was spinning.<br />
<br />
“Yep.”<br />
<br />
Three more dots.<br />
<br />
“Why not?”<br />
<br />
<i>Erm … because I’m NOT a two hundred and fifty pounds, ripped to buggery competitive bodybuilder! I’m a slim built, casual gym goer who doesn’t look like he belongs anywhere NEAR a hardcore bodybuilding gym and I’ll probably get laughed out of the fucking building the second I walk in there!</i><br />
<br />
“We keep joking about it. So why don’t we do it? I’ll show you what a real gym looks like. Hehe!”<br />
<br />
My stomach was twisting in knots.<br />
<br />
“Don’t I have to be a member?” I messaged.<br />
<br />
“No. They do guest passes if you go with someone who's already a member.”<br />
<br />
I wanted to go. I really, <i>really</i> wanted to go. But, well … FUCK!<br />
<br />
“Promise you won’t end up in Mark Green’s protein shake!” And then he sent the crying with laughter face emoji.<br />
<br />
“Hehe!” I replied<br />
<br />
“I’ll look after you.”<br />
<br />
And that’s what did it. I melted. I grinned. I took a deep breathe and typed.<br />
<br />
“OK! Let’s do it!”<br />
<br />
<i>FUCK!! What am I doing?!</i><br />
<br />
“Awesome!” And then he sent the big, teeth bearing grin emoji.<br />
<br />
“You’ll get to see AJ “The Ripper” Jones pumping up in action.”<br />
<br />
Instant fucking hard on.<br />
<br />
“The Ripper??”<br />
<br />
“Oh yeah. It’s a new nickname I’m trying out. We can discuss that later.” And then he sent my favourite emoji. The AJ emoji.<br />
<br />
He gave me his phone number (I had a competitive bodybuilder’s phone number! What the fuck was going on?!) and shortly afterwards texted me his address. AJ was apparently going to drive us to Scorpio’s.<br />
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I was absolutely bricking it when I approached AJ’s house. I knew it was his straight away because there was a motorbike on the drive. Apparently AJ’s mum and big, bald, built like a brick shithouse, leather wearing Andy (i.e. my first ever male crush) were still together.<br />
<br />
I felt an incredible rush of excitement. At the prospect of maybe seeing Andy for the first time in about twelve years, but mostly at seeing AJ again.<br />
<br />
My heart was pounding when AJ opened the door. He was smiling at me. That gorgeous grin, but something else was going on too. Beneath the smile, he, oddly, looked kind of nervous.<br />
<br />
His hair was as styled and preened as it was for our personal training session and he was wearing a bright red hoodie. It was the most covered up I’d ever seen him, but he still looks like an absolute tank. It wasn’t the tightest of hoodies, but I could still see his huge chest bulging underneath the material. There was a symbol of a scorpion and wording around the image embedded on the left side of the chest. It was a Scorpio’s Gym hoodie which, for some reason, I found crazily hot. A proper, little bodybuilder wearing clothes from a proper, hardcore bodybuilding gym. GRRRRR!<br />
<br />
As soon as we were both sat in the car, I got an instant hard on. Just being sat so close to AJ was an incredible turn on. My ordinary sized legs so close to his thighs, which looked ridiculously thick under his black baggie trackies, which had the word “GASP” written down them, and which I knew to be a proper bodybuilding clothing brand. Thank GOD I had my backpack in my lap to cover up my crotch.<br />
<br />
“Mate - you can put your bag in the back if you want.”<br />
<br />
<i>FUCK!</i><br />
<br />
“Oh, er … that’s alright.”<br />
<br />
He looked at me and shot me one his heart melting grins. He didn’t look quite so nervous anymore. <br />
<br />
“Nervous?” he asked me.<br />
<br />
“A little!” I replied.<br />
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His grin got wider. “You’ll be fine! Just watch out for hungry looking bodybuilders. And if you see Mark Green coming towards you with a knife and fork, just run!”<br />
<br />
I laughed but felt flustered at the same time. What if 6’3 muscle monster daddy Mark Green <i>was</i> there? FUCK! <br />
<br />
“No, seriously, mate. It’s not just bodybuilders and huge guys who go there.”<br />
<br />
“Phew!” I said.<br />
<br />
“You’ll blend right in. Especially when you’re a bodybuilder yourself!” I coyly grinned and nervously looked at him and he was flashing me a mischievous grin.<br />
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I suddenly felt relaxed. With it, came a surge of bravery.<br />
<br />
“So, what’s this new nickname?”<br />
<br />
A huge grin filled his whole face. “The Ripper! AJ “The Ripper” Jones. Ripper as in, you know … fucking ripped!”<br />
<br />
My hard on stirred under my backpack. Fuck yeah!<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. Not bad,” I replied. “Kinda sounds like you fart a lot, though!” <br />
<br />
AJ howled. “Well … I kinda <i>do</i>!” <br />
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I pulled a face. “Thanks for the warning!”<br />
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He giggled. One of his cute, little giggles I loved so much. “Noah, I eat two hundred grams of protein a day. Of course I fart a lot!”<br />
<br />
I think it was the first time he’d actually called me Noah since we’d bumped into each two weeks before in the meat aisle of Tesco. I suddenly felt giddy and couldn’t refrain from smirking.<br />
<br />
He asked me how my diet was going and gave me a mini lecture in how most of building muscle is down to what you eat when I told him I’d been struggling to stick to the diet plan he’d made for me during our personal training session.<br />
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“I hope I don’t bore you with all this bodybuilding stuff!” AJ said.<br />
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“No!” I replied, perhaps a little too eagerly. AJ grinned and I felt a little coy.<br />
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I suddenly felt nervous again. “I find it really interesting!” And I swear I actually blushed.<br />
<br />
“I can tell you do! Most people don’t get it.”<br />
<br />
AJ’s reaction gave me the confidence to carry on with the subject. “I completely get it! I find it kind of incredible that you can actually <i>do</i> that to your body. Sort of … mould and transform it into this thing that’s … not of the norm.”<br />
<br />
“Exactly!” AJ said, excitedly grinning.<br />
<br />
My heart fluttered and my crotch twitched under my backpack.<br />
<br />
“And that final look, when you’re in competition condition,” I continued. “It just looks … <i>amazing</i>! Almost inhuman!” I couldn’t believe what I was saying, but it gave me such a buzz to talk openly about my feelings towards bodybuilders. Or at least, <i>some</i> of them.<br />
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“Hell yeah!” AJ replied, grinning wildly. “That’s what it’s all about, mate. That competition look. Huge and shredded! Muscle bellies popping. Striations fucking everywhere!” <br />
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<i>OH MY FUCKING GOD. </i><br />
<br />
My dick was juddering furiously. If only AJ knew what he was doing to me.<br />
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“Striations are these lines you get in your muscle when you’re super duper shredded,” AJ explained.<br />
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I smiled to myself. I knew this, of course, but I decided to play dumb. AJ clearly loved teaching me about all things bodybuilding related, which I found completely adorable. Or was this just AJ trying to corrupt and lead me astray, much like he did when we were younger?<br />
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“Oh, right!” I replied, playing dumb. “More lingo!”<br />
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“I’ll show you a picture of a really shredded bodybuilder later!”<br />
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Judder, judder, judder. <i>FUUUUCCKKK!</i><br />
<br />
“You’ll be shocked!”<br />
<br />
<i>Of course I will, AJ. Because I’ve NEVER seen a picture of a shredded to death muscle freak with striations in his ass and a full on, bonkers, Christmas tree shaped lower back.</i><br />
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I had the overwhelming urge to ask AJ what it felt like to be in shredded, competition condition. To stand on stage and flex for an audience. But I didn’t quite have the nerve. Maybe those were questions for another day. If there’d even be one, of course.<br />
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Scorpio’s Gym was absolutely nothing like what I was expecting from the outside. It was a brick building on a run down industrial estate. I almost wondered whether AJ had taken me somewhere else, until I saw the words “SCORPIO’S GYM” written on the side of the building, with the same image of a scorpion that was on the chest of AJ’s bright red hoodie. <br />
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It was only because the building was so inconspicuous looking that I wasn’t feeling half as nervous as I expected to. As I followed AJ Jones into the gym, I felt the most amazing buzz. I really couldn’t believe that I, Noah Cook, was walking into a proper hardcore bodybuilding gym with an actual bodybuilder. <br />
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But it wasn’t just that. It was also just the simple act of being with AJ. After spending so much time over the previous few days, laughing and smiling to his messages and dreamily gazing at my phone, I was now actually with him in the flesh. It was like he’d ignited a fire inside of me. The more time I spent with him. The more times he made me laugh, and blush, and smiled at me, in that cute, gorgeous way that he did, the more it felt like my insides were burning. <br />
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And completely unrelated to this story, but I couldn't help posting this fucking INSANE video of Igor Illes flexing tensing his bronzed painted, competition conditioned quads! FUCKING HELL!!</div>
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muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-55342779811851028482018-09-02T11:27:00.000+01:002018-09-02T17:06:02.859+01:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 2)<b>"But you either feel the butterflies, or you don’t. And so far, with Eddie, they just weren’t there. And then I thought about AJ Jones. For the forty-fifth time that day. Impossibly cute AJ with his twenty inch biceps and t-shirt straining muscle tits and his cheeky, funny Facebook messages.<br /><br />And holy fuck, the butterflies. One hundred thousand, fuck off massive butterflies."</b><br />
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Here we go with part 2 of "AJ & Noah", my story about a muscle addict called Noah who bumps into his old school friend AJ, who, since the last time they saw each other, has transformed into a competitive bodybuilder (with enormous arms, huge tits, a massive arse...the works)!<br />
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At the end of the last part, Noah was sitting in the reception of the Little Denton Leisure Centre waiting for someone to give him an induction to the gym, when who should come strolling up, but that very mini muscle bull of a bodybuilder (looking just as huge and bloody gorgeous as before)! GRRRRR!!<br />
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I want to say a MASSIVE thank you to everyone who has given me feedback for this so far! On here, Twitter, Instagram (I now have a page <a href="https://www.instagram.com/cjamesauthor/" target="_blank">here</a>) and the <a href="https://muscle-growth.org/topic/15655-aj-noah/?page=3" target="_blank">Muscle Growth forums</a> (I'm posting it there too). Feedback for stories is always hit and miss but the response to this so far has been awesome! I suspect that may ease off a bit now, as is often the case after the first post, but please know that I appreciate every bit of feedback I receive!<br />
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And seriously, how amazing is the below illustration from <a href="https://www.instagram.com/reeddune/" target="_blank">Reeddune</a>? I love it so much!<br />
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<b>Four</b></div>
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“Ready for your induction, mate?”<br />
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An almost crippling shyness crept over me as I looked up at AJ Jones. It was something I hadn’t felt the Friday before when we’d bumped into each other at Tesco. Maybe it was the fact that <i>since</i> then I’d shot a load into my undies over a picture of him blasting a front lat spread on stage in his shiny, lime green posers. <br />
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“Oh, hi!” I said with a tone of surprise.<br />
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I was almost certain that I was blushing. And God, was I nervous. But I also couldn’t help feeling an almost overwhelmingly giddy rush at seeing Little Denton’s only junior competitive bodybuilder again. <br />
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“Yeah - I work here too!” he replied. “Typical Little Denton. You can’t go anywhere without seeing someone you know! Have you finished filling out your form?”<br />
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I handed it over to him as he sat down in the chair next to mine. Sitting so close to AJ, it felt like my whole body had turned to mush and I was about to melt into the chair. I literally couldn’t suppress my smile from the buzz I was feeling at being in the presence of a man so ridiculously fucking huge and hot.<br />
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His body was just fucking insane. His upper arms were literally twice the size of mine. Even his forearms were bigger than the average lad’s. Thick and strong looking, completely hairless and with a number of extremely hot, modestly thick veins running underneath his gorgeously smooth skin. <br />
<br />
The size of his shoulders was extraordinary too. Bulging out either side of his frame, stretching out the sleeves of his black t-shirt (possibly both tighter and hotter than his Tesco’s shirt). And his chest. Fucking hell! I swear he could have balanced a glass on it.<br />
<br />
As he studied the form, I also couldn’t help noticing just how absurdly fucking cute he was. Much more so than in his pictures, or even when we’d bumped into each other the week before. Is it possible to someone to get cuter in just five days? He was so fucking masculine but still charmingly boyish, with his cute little button nose, slightly sticky out ears and blemish free skin. Even his thick, bull neck and freshly cut, nicely styled hair were turning me on.<br />
<br />
Everything about AJ just radiated a hotness. So much so that I began to swell. Fuck! Trying to hide a semi in your jeans in the middle of a Tesco’s is relatively easy, but sitting next to a bodybuilder in a fairly intimate manner wearing nothing but baggy tracksuit bottoms with no one else around prevents a considerably tougher challenge. I crossed my wrists together and buried my hands in my crotch to try and conceal it, hoping and praying it went down by the time we actually had to stand up.<br />
<br />
“Oh wow, you still live at Hayes Avenue!” said the hottest lad I’d ever seen in my entire fucking life.<br />
<br />
“Yeah!”<br />
<br />
“Do you still have the big swing set at the bottom of your garden?”<br />
<br />
“Yeah!” I replied, grinning. It felt incredibly surreal to be discussing the contents of the garden of the house I’d always lived in with someone whose biceps were THAT obscenely huge. But then, AJ had been in that garden countless times when we were younger. And with it, I also felt this amazing buzz at discussing something so personal with a guy who, on occasion, strutted around a bodybuilding stage, flexing his shredded mass and pulling funny faces as he tugged on the straps of his shiny, lime green posing trunks. <br />
<br />
“How about you?” I asked. “Do you still live at Pickford Road?”<br />
<br />
AJ informed me that his family had moved house a few years before. He still lived about a fifteen minute walk from my parents’ house, but now in the opposite direction. I pictured the area he lived in and suddenly started to wonder what AJ’s bedroom looked like. Did he have pictures of bodybuilders on the wall? And just where in that room did he keep his posing trunk collection? FUCK! I pressed my wrists down harder on my crotch. My erection definitely WASN’T going down.<br />
<br />
“OK, improve fitness level…” AJ was reading from my form. He then suddenly pursed his lip and pulled a face. “Ooooh. Mate! It says here you wanna build muscle?”<br />
<br />
My stomach suddenly twisted with nerves. I had no idea what AJ was about to say next.<br />
<br />
“Sorry, mate, but I might have to get one of the other guys to help you out there. I’m afraid I don’t know much about <i>that</i>!”<br />
<br />
<i>OH MY GOD!</i><br />
<br />
And suddenly he was beaming at me cheekily, and I was laughing in response at probably the funniest and most outrageous thing he could have said, while simultaneously being reminded of just how funny AJ was.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t believe he actually just referenced the fact that he was a mini muscle bull of a bodybuilder. And I couldn’t help veering my eyes down, once more, to those enormous upper arms and wondering what it would be like to watch them explode and flex before my eyes. <br />
<br />
I was suddenly dying to ask him just when and how the hell he’d transformed into such a beast, but I didn’t quite have the nerve. I twisted my face up, instead. “Hmmm. Yeah - aren’t gym instructors supposed to at least look like they go to the gym?” I raised one eyebrow and looked him and down. <br />
<br />
AJ laughed in response. “What, and be one of those big, muscly, bodybuilder guys? EURGH! No thanks! I mean … GROSS!”<br />
<br />
I laughed and blushed simultaneously, partly at indulging in friendly banter with AJ about how big he was, but also partly just because he’d just said the word “bodybuilder” out loud. If only he knew <i>just</i> how much of an interest I had in the world of huge, freaky muscle. And just how many bodybuilders, professional or otherwise, I could name.<br />
<br />
“So, today is just about signing you up, and running through the machines with you. I take it you’ve been to a gym before?”<br />
<br />
As he asked the question, his eyes veered to the exposed part of my regular sized, none freakishly muscular right upper arm, which made me feel incredible self conscious. “Yeah!” I sheepishly replied.<br />
<br />
“OK, so it’ll be more just familiarising you with the machines. Make sure you’re using them properly. There’s a few other things to go through at the end too. But then you’ll be all set.”<br />
<br />
As we headed towards the gym, hard on gone but in very dangerous risk of returning at any given moment, AJ made the most absurd comment. “I feel like a midget next to you!”<br />
<br />
I grinned in response, while thinking how utterly ridiculous it was that someone like AJ was comparing himself unfavourably to <i>me</i>. Because, yes, I had a few inches of height on him, but he was about five times cuter and about a hundred times more muscular than I was. He had the kind of body that made grown men cum in their pants just at the mere thought of it.<br />
<br />
As we climbed the stairs to the gym, I was able to get my first decent glimpse of AJ from the back that day and FUCK, I could actually see his pumped lats bulging underneath his stretched t-shirt, which had “Little Denton Leisure Centre” written across the back. His waist was impressively small too. And underneath that, sticking out and covered up by his nicely filled out tracksuit bottoms was his big, round, munchable bottom. It was possibly the hottest rear view of anyone I’d ever seen and I was suddenly panicking because my dick was starting to swell once again.<br />
<br />
Luckily the gym was packed, which completely killed my semi. AJ talked me through every machine and it was probably the hottest demonstration of anything I’d ever witnessed. It also gave me the perfect opportunity to marvel at the bulging muscle hiding underneath his gym clothes.<br />
<br />
I watched his quads bulge at the leg curl, his chest squeeze together at the pec dec, and best of all, I watched his biceps erupt and swell in the bicep curl machine. Even just being next to AJ was absurdly hot. And gave me a rush like no other. He was unequivocally the hottest and biggest lad in the gym. In fact, no one else even came close. And I felt like the luckiest person in the room because I was with him. And because I get to be so close up to that ridiculously developed, bodybuilding stage worthy body.<br />
<br />
“You know, I’ve seen your mum in Tesco’s a few times. I’ve said hi, but I’m not sure if she recognises me!”<br />
<br />
Exiting the gym, AJ and I were walking back down to the reception area.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. It must be the hair!” I said, referring to AJ’s joke in Tesco the week before. <br />
<br />
He giggled. This really, cute little giggle, which, somehow, didn’t quite match with his incredibly masculine appearance. “Hey, how’s your sister, Kayleigh, these days?”<br />
<br />
“Yeah, she’s good! She’s a nurse now. She lives in Bristol.”<br />
<br />
My sister absolutely adored AJ when we were friends. My mum too, in fact.<br />
<br />
“I think you’d have a bit of a shock if you saw her now though. She’s erm … a little alternative. Loads of tattoos! Which my parents <i>love</i>,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. <br />
<br />
“Think she’d be shocked if she saw <i>me</i>?” AJ asked with a cheeky grin. <br />
<br />
“Ummm … yeah! Just a bit!” I couldn’t help but blush when I said it. I was beginning to get the impression that AJ got a bit of a kick out of the fact he’d transformed himself into a monster. Which both excited me, and somehow made him even hotter.<br />
<br />
We sat back down in the reception area. “As shocked as you were last week?” AJ quipped.<br />
<br />
The question surprised me. I guess shocked is <i>one</i> way of describing how I’d felt when I’d come to face to face with a competitive bodybuilder bulging out of his work uniform, who also happened to have been one of my best friends at school.<br />
<br />
I suddenly felt a surge of bravery, so I took the plunge and asked the question I’d be dying to earlier. “So, erm … how did you - ? I mean, when did you …” but AJ interrupted me.<br />
<br />
“Stop being able to walk through a doorway without having to turn sideways?”<br />
<br />
<i>FUCKING HELL!!</i><br />
<br />
I released a short, loud laugh. “Well, I was gonna say when did you start going to the gym, but …” I replied.<br />
<br />
AJ did his cute little giggle again. “Erm. I think it was around Year 11. Do you remember Andy?”<br />
<br />
My heart suddenly expanded. “Yeah!” I replied. Did I remember Andy? It was such an absurd question that I almost wanted to laugh. Andy was AJ’s mum’s motorbike riding boyfriend. He was built like a brick shit house, had a head so bald it would make any boiled egg look hairy and was almost always walking around wearing leather biker gear. <br />
<br />
I can still hear the creaking noise of his leather trousers whenever he’d walk through the house and I can still most definitely picture his big, meaty thighs and thick, round arse bulging underneath the material. Andy was like Little Denton’s very own answer to The Rock, the reason I realised I was gay, and possibly the sole purpose why I now have a thing for muscular men, bald heads and leather gear.<br />
<br />
“Well, he took me to a gym called Scorpio’s. I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it?” <br />
<br />
I’d absolutely heard of Scorpio’s. It was a gym about five miles North of Little Denton with a reputation for being the kind of serious, hardcore gym inhabited by bodybuilders and guys on steroids. I couldn’t help being amused at the image of small, skinny sixteen year old AJ Jones going to a place like that, being surrounded by a bunch of meat monsters.<br />
<br />
“I know it’s got a bit of a reputation but there’s a great group of lads in there. It wasn’t ‘till I left school that I really got into it, though. I guess I just kinda caught the bug. I remember seeing these huge, shredded lads, some of them just a few years older than me and I just <i>really</i> wanted to be like them! A couple of them, Andy’s mates, kinda took me under their wings and, well … three years later and I was competing in a bodybuilding show!”<br />
<br />
I suddenly remembered the pictures of AJ competing in his shiny, lime green posers from his Facebook profile and quickly placed my hands over my crotch again.<br />
<br />
“How many, ummm … shows have you done?” My heart was pounding as I asked the question. I was actually conversing with a genuine bodybuilder about competing in shows.<br />
<br />
“Three so far! My last one was a few months ago. The pictures on my Facebook profile - they’re from this year’s show!” he said, grinning.<br />
<br />
I blushed at the mention of the Facebook pictures, one of which I’d creamed off to just last week.<br />
<br />
“Did they freak you a little?” he asked, with an almost devilish smirk. <br />
<br />
“NO!” I replied. “I mean - it’s not something you see every day, but, I was more wowed than freaked out. I mean - I know it takes a huge amount of work and dedication to get to that level.”<br />
<br />
“It <i>does</i>!” he said nodding, looking surprised and impressed. “Most people don’t really think about that. They just think I look like a freak. Which I do! I mean, that’s kinda the look I was going for.”<br />
<br />
And then I really <i>did</i> start to swell. Fucking HELL!<br />
<br />
“It’s a pretty awesome look!” I said.<br />
<br />
<i>Oh God. You did NOT just say that.</i><br />
<br />
AJ looked surprised, but he was grinning. I felt a surge of panic. Why would a guy like me who hadn’t been to the gym for a year think that bodybuilders looked good? Maybe because I was a raging homosexual who regularly dumped loads into my undies while watching YouTube videos of shredded bodybuilders like AJ flexing their outrageously developed muscles.<br />
<br />
“Maybe I should take you to Scorpio’s!” <br />
<br />
<i>Oh my fucking GOD!</i><br />
<br />
“We’ll get you shredded in no time, Noah!”<br />
<br />
<i>Hell fucking YES, AJ. Take me Scorpio's. Make me huge. Get me shredded. Turn me into a freak so I can stand on stage next to you and pull up the straps of my shiny, lime green posing trunks (just like yours!) as I show off my ripped slabs of crazily conditioned muscle and a crowd of adoring non-muscle freaks cheer and shout at the freakshow before them. FUCK YEAH!</i><br />
<br />
“OK, mate, so it’s £14.99 a month and you can cancel any time, which I guess you’ll be doing when you go back to uni?” It was, apparently back down to the business of signing up to the gym.<br />
<br />
“There’s one other thing we do here which I need to tell you about. It might sound like a sales plug but hear me out! We offer personal training sessions at £25 per session. I know it’s expensive, but when you sign up you get the option of having a session half price, with no obligation to have another one. It’s totally up to you, but if you wanna build muscle, you might actually benefit from having one. And the trainer’s here know what they’re talking about. Especially the one who’s a bodybuilder!” He then cocked his head and did this cheesy, but totally adorable grin that seemed to fill half of his face.<br />
<br />
“Hmmmm,” I said. I wasn’t hugely interested at first, until the moment he revealed he was one of the trainer’s, and then I was suddenly extremely excited at the prospect of spending another hour in the company of the impossibly hot, mini muscle beast sitting next to me.<br />
<br />
“Do I pick the trainer?” I asked.<br />
<br />
“Yep!” he replied. Then he did the cocked head, big cheesy grin face again and pointed to himself with both fingers and I laughed out loud.<br />
<br />
“OK! Training session sounds good. I want the guy over there on reception!”<br />
<br />
His mouth fell open slightly then he grinned. “OK, but you’ll never get abs with that guy. Or biceps as big as <i>these</i>.” <br />
<br />
<i>Pant pant fucking pant!!</i><br />
<br />
“OK, I have a slot free this Friday at 10?” AJ said. “You <i>did</i> want me, yeah?” he adorably then added.<br />
<br />
“Yeah!” I said, laughing. “Friday sounds good.”<br />
<br />
“Awesome!” he replied, with his biggest grin yet. <br />
<br />
And my whole body felt like it was about to burst with excitement. Because on Friday morning I would get to see AJ Jones again. Gorgeous, cute, funny, <i>huge</i> AJ Jones. Maybe the summer wasn’t going to be so boring after all.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Five</b></div>
<br />
“So it turns out AJ Jones has about ten jobs! Guess who just gave me my gym induction, and guess who I’ve got a personal training session with on Friday?”<br />
<br />
Three dots appeared on my phone to tell me that Naomi was replying to my text.<br />
<br />
“No way!”<br />
<br />
Three more dots. Naomi was writing another message.<br />
<br />
“CHOO CHOO! All aboard the Noah Cook Express. Next stop: Perv City!”<br />
<br />
“HAHA!” I replied. And then I sent two emoji’s. The blushing one with the eyes wide open and the little monkey covering his mouth with his hands.<br />
<br />
“Does he know you wank off to bodybuilders in magazines?”<br />
<br />
I released a short, loud laugh to myself.<br />
<br />
“Of course. I wrote it on the top of my gym form in capital letters. WANKS TO BODYBUILDERS. No use beating around the bush.”<br />
<br />
Three dots.<br />
<br />
One single emoji came through. The crying with laughter face.<br />
<br />
My phone pinged. I’d received another text, only this one was from Eddie. <br />
<br />
“Hey, handsome. Are we still on for Friday night?”<br />
<br />
I couldn’t help but giddily grin. Partly at the prospect of another night out, partly because Eddie was a great guy, but also because he’d called me handsome again.<br />
<br />
“What are <i>you</i> smiling that? Who’s THAT texting you?” my mum exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen.<br />
<br />
<i>Fuck! </i><br />
<br />
“Naomi!” I lied.<br />
<br />
“Hmmm. A likely story!” she said. “I bet it’s someone you’ve met from one of those Internet gay sex chat lines.”<br />
<br />
<i>How the fuck did she always know?! </i><br />
<br />
“You know there’s no such thing, right?” I teased, knowing full well she meant a dating app.<br />
<br />
“Well, whatever they’re called! I know you’re on them. Sex, sex, sex, That’s all you ever think about.”<br />
<br />
I groaned, rolled my eyes and walked out of the room, hoping that my mum hadn’t seen that I was secretly smirking in amusement. Just because I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. Or encourage her.<br />
<br />
“You know normal mum’s don’t talk to their sons like that!” I shouted back to her as I walked to the stairs. <br />
<br />
I broke into a smile as I retreated to my bedroom. I couldn’t deny that my mum made me laugh. As well as annoying the hell out of me, obviously. She’d been wrong about the sex thing, though. I thought about a lot of things besides sex. For the days leading up to my personal training session with AJ, for example, I thought about a whole variety of subjects.<br />
<br />
AJ’s biceps. AJ’s tits. How big AJ’s arse looked in his trackie bottoms at the gym. AJ’s cute button nose. AJ’s adorable sticky out ears. The pictures of AJ on his Facebook page of him in competition, tanned from head to toe and shredded to the bone (FUCK). AJ’s lime green posing trunks (slurp fucking slurp)! AJ’s hilarious comment about bodybuilders being gross. The big, cheesy grin he’d given me as he’d tried to tempt me into signing up for a personal training session, and the fact that I was going to be spending yet another hour in the company of someone so huge, funny and fucking <i>cute</i>.<br />
<br />
In fact, I thought about that training session so much that when the Friday morning in question came I felt incredibly nervous. My heart was even pounding as I waited for him in the reception area of the leisure centre. This wasn’t helped by the fact that, when he did arrive, he looked even sexier than he had done two days before.<br />
<br />
His arms looked extra pumped, his t-shirt seemed just a little bit tighter and his hair was styled with just a little more precision. I also couldn’t help but notice that he had a bit of a tanned glow. I momentarily wondered whether he’d made an extra special effort for me, before reminding myself that I wasn’t a hot, twenty year old female fitness model.<br />
<br />
I instantly started to swell, which I was beginning to suspect might just be the natural reaction to seeing AJ in the flesh (or in pictures on his Facebook profile, for that matter).<br />
<br />
He was giving me a cute little grin, but he didn’t look quite as relaxed as he had done on our previous encounters. There was something written on his face and I think I knew what it was; he’d noticed that I was nervous.<br />
<br />
“You OK, mate?” he asked me with a tone of adorable sincerity.<br />
<br />
I told him yes as if nothing was wrong, because who wants to admit that they’re bricking it? And why would I even be nervous in the first place? I was just someone going for a personal training session. A session with someone who, a week ago, I was wanking off to a picture of while he cranked a front lat spread with his lips arrogantly pursed, fully displaying what a beyond human muscle freak he was.<br />
<br />
We sat at a little round table facing each other, which made me even more nervous. Partly because he was looking directly at me, but also because it provided me with possibly the hottest view I could imagine. I wanted to either melt, shrink or disappear. But, equally, I also just wanted to sit there looking at the insanely hot bodybuilder before me.<br />
<br />
“Been up to much, mate?” AJ asked.<br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Hmmm. Have I been up to much? Let’s see. Thinking about you. Thinking about your biceps. Thinking about you yanking up the straps up your shiny, lime green posers and your perfect pecs jumping up to your chin as you blast a front lat spread. Thinking about how much I’d love to just sink my average sized body into your cushions of outrageously thick muscle mass.</i><br />
<br />
“Erm … just chilling out really.”<br />
<br />
“How long do you get off uni for the Summer?”<br />
<br />
“Three months!”<br />
<br />
“Lucky bastard!” he replied, playfully shaking his head. “I knew I should have gone to uni! Going on holiday anywhere this year?”<br />
<br />
I shook my head. “How about you?”<br />
<br />
“Yep. Ibiza! The third week of August!”<br />
<br />
“Very nice!” I replied. I suddenly had an image of AJ in a big Ibiza super club, dancing away with his top off. Sweat pouring down his tanned face. A huge, cheeky grin on his oh-so-gorgeous face. His humongous sized tits out for everyone to gawp at. <br />
<br />
“Yeah, my cousin’s getting married over there so all of my family are flying out,” he informed me. AJ at a wedding? How on Earth would he find a suit that fit? <br />
<br />
He then looked over his shoulder, before leaning towards me (<i>oh God</i>!) and speaking in a hushed voice. <br />
<br />
“So … we’re not really supposed to do this for the half price sessions, but I’ve drawn you up a training and diet plan.” He slid a few sheets of paper over the table towards me.<br />
<br />
“Oh, wow!” My heart fluttered.<br />
<br />
“No pressure to stick to it, and you don’t have to be that strict, but if you <i>do</i> want to build a bit of muscle, this would be a great plan to help you!”<br />
<br />
“Wow. Thanks!” I didn’t really know what else to say. AJ gave me a coy and adorable little grin and, again, I want to fucking melt. Either in the chair, or straight into his obscenely huge arms.<br />
<br />
I momentarily wondered whether this was actually just a sales tactic to build trust, and get me to book another session. But my intuition, and the genuine, heart melting smile he was giving me, told me that AJ was simply just being nice to an old friend.<br />
<br />
“You’ll be walking around in a vest by the end of the summer!” he said, once more looking at my arms and making me blush.<br />
<br />
He went through the training and diet plan with me and gave me lots of pointers about doing every set to failure and other such things I vaguely already know about.<br />
<br />
“OK, why don’t we do legs and arms today?”<br />
<br />
As we headed towards the gym he asked me another question which threw me a little. “Nervous?”<br />
<br />
“Ummmm …”<br />
<br />
“Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you!” he said with a cheeky smile. I couldn’t get over just how fucking gorgeous he looked that day. I could have sworn his biceps were bigger. Maybe he’d done an arm workout before he’d met me? Or maybe it was his t-shirt, which was different to last time, and had the words “I’M IN TRAINING” written on the back, which, for some reason, I find outrageously horny. He was such a fucking muscle boy. He must have just constantly thought about lifting, eating, flexing and getting as huge and shredded as he possibly could.<br />
<br />
Despite his promise, AJ didn’t go easy on me at the gym. At all. In fact, I’d never had a gym experience like it. He pushed me on every machine and every set. By the end of it, I was a hot, sweaty, tired mess. I was also fairly sure I wouldn’t be able to walk for the next week. But AJ was a brilliant trainer. He was calm, friendly and encouraging. And all throughout the session I pondered just how reckless it would be to use my emergency student credit card to pay for two and half month’s worth of personal training sessions with AJ.<br />
<br />
When the hour came to an end, I was as equally gutted as I was relieved. I couldn’t help but feel giddy when he threw me a compliment and told me I’d done really well as we exited the gym.<br />
<br />
“I’m not gonna lie though, mate. You’re probably gonna ache a bit tomorrow!”<br />
<br />
I suddenly remembered the first time I ever went to the university gym. I could barely move for the following two days.<br />
<br />
“Any plans for tonight, mate?” AJ asked.<br />
<br />
“Erm … just going to town for a few drinks. With a friend.”<br />
<br />
I had my second date with Eddie, but all I wanted in that moment was to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening collapsed on my bed.<br />
<br />
“Anyone I know?”<br />
<br />
“Ummm. No. He doesn’t live around here.”<br />
<br />
For some reason I blushed. It felt weird discussing going to meet a boy with AJ. Not that my sexuality was exactly a secret. I’d been officially outed in Year 11 by my then so-called best friend, Reece Miller. Cue a few months of gay jokes from some of the more immature lads in the year. There was little chance that had bypassed AJ. I’m sure some of his friends had even been amongst the lads who’d made the jokes.<br />
<br />
“So … any questions about the training plan?”<br />
<br />
After the faces I’d pulled in front of AJ squeezing out every last rep to failure, I was feeling considerably less shy at that point. “Hmmm … I do have one. How long before I look like you?”<br />
<br />
AJ chuckled and beamed. “Ahhh. See, mate, this is a training plan to build muscle. If you wanna become a shredded muscle freak, that’s a whole other plan!” he said grinning.<br />
<br />
<i>Shredded muscle freak? Did he actually just say those fucking words?</i><br />
<br />
“It starts with quitting this gym and coming to Scorpio’s with me!” he said, with a mischievous grin.<br />
<br />
I suddenly felt an almost overwhelming rush of excitement at the thought of going to a notoriously hardcore gym with Little Denton’s only competitive bodybuilder. Or maybe it was just the thought of doing <i>anything</i> with AJ. I’d loved those last two words he’d spoken. “With me.” I had an image of walking into Scorpio’s. AJ bulging out of a tight vest. Me in a baggy t-shirt. Possibly Harry Potter themed. AJ proudly introducing me to the other meatheads at the gym. “Alright, lads? This is Noah. My new boyfriend. That’s right, lads! My <i>boyfriend</i>.”<br />
<br />
I couldn’t help but notice a little glint in AJ’s eyes as he insinuated that I accompany him to Scorpio’s. Maybe he just liked the idea of corrupting me. Taking a slim, bookish uni student and throwing him into the crazy world of a hardcore bodybuilding gym. I wondered whether he sensed that I very much liked the idea too. When I thought about it, he’d always had a liking for leading me astray when we’d been friends at school.<br />
<br />
As we reached the reception area of the gym and AJ turned to face me, I felt a huge wave of sadness. Our session had come to an end. The weird thing was, I couldn’t help noticing that he looked a little deflated too.<br />
<br />
“So,” he said, almost with a sigh. “You did really good today, mate.” <br />
<br />
Face to face with him I just couldn’t get over how absurdly sexy he was. I wanted more than anything to nuzzle into that huge chest. To sink into that incredibly muscular torso and wrap my arms around his ridiculous back. How would that feel? To melt into the body of a painfully gorgeous bodybuilder? Would it be everything I imagined it would? Would I spunk in my pants the minute my body met his? And would I ever want to let go? <br />
<br />
“See how you get on with the plan, anyway. Let me know if it’s not working for you. But don’t book another personal training session. They’re a rip off!”<br />
<br />
I suddenly felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach. There went my fantasy of a whole summer of personal training sessions with AJ.<br />
<br />
What happened next was strange. “Unless you want to, of course!” he quickly said. I couldn’t quite work out his expression. Had he seen something of the disappointment in my face? I also couldn’t help sensing a slight hope in <i>his</i> expression. Did “if you want to” mean “on second thoughts, please, do”? And if so, why? Maybe AJ had simply just suddenly realised he’d talked himself out of potentially more business for him and the gym.<br />
<br />
A weird awkwardness was hanging in the air.<br />
<br />
“I wish I could do “mate’s rates”, but it’s not up to me!”<br />
<br />
My heart fluttered, again. <i>Mate’s rates</i>. The idea of me being mates with a bodybuilder. Fuck! I suddenly had the urge to whip out of my phone and tell all my muscle contacts on Twitter that I, Noah Cook, was fucking mates with a bodybuilder. And an insanely fucking hot one at that. I’m pretty sure the majority of them would go nuts if I shared a picture of AJ flexing in his lime green posers. And then I would break the news that, “Yes, guys. I know him. We went to school together. How fucking nuts is THAT?”<br />
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“Have a good one tonight, Noah. And if you <i>do</i> want another session just let reception know!”<br />
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I said my goodbye’s and watched AJ walk away. His lats bulging out of his black “I’M IN TRAINING” t-shirt and his outrageously big and crazily cute bum sticking out of his trackies. I was buzzing that I’d spent time with an actual competitive bodybuilder, but gutted that I had no idea if and when I’d see him again. <br />
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I could, of course, have booked another personal training session. But wouldn’t that have looked suspicious after AJ had told me they were a rip off? But I couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d <i>wanted</i> me to ask for another one. <br />
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There was only one thing I knew for sure in that moment; even if I only had the briefest of encounters with AJ, probably through accidental run-in’s at the gym or in Tesco, from that moment forward, I’d at least always have an amazing story to tell any future muscle contacts and fellow lovers of huge, freaky bodybuilders. <br />
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<b>Six</b></div>
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Every single time I’ve been on a second date with someone I’ve met from the Internet, it’s gone considerably better than the first. There’s no first date nerves of having to spend the evening with someone you don’t know, or potentially might not like. And, perhaps more importantly, there’s a confidence that comes with knowing both parties actually liked each other enough that they wanted to meet for a second time. <br />
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My date with Eddie was no exception. Since saying goodbye to AJ that morning, the rest of the day had taken on an almost poignant tone. With my head fluctuating from sadness that AJ Jones would never be more than just an old school friend who’d transformed into a genuine, bona fide muscle bull, who I’d amazingly ended up having a personal training session with, to feeling this incredible buzz that that very experience had actually happened in the first place.<br />
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That had subsided a little as I’d ventured out to spend the evening with Eddie. It was one of those summer nights where you walked out of the house and it felt like anything was possible. The pubs were packed, with people spilling out onto the street. Eddie and I were sitting by the window of a bar slightly trendier than the one we’d been to on our first night. We’d taken advantage of a two for one cocktail deal, my choice of which just so happened to be the strongest cocktail I’d ever tasted. I was only on my second one and already feeling tipsy when I started to tell Eddie about my personal training session.<br />
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“Ooooh! So you’re going to be all big and buff in a few weeks then?”<br />
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I grinned uncontrollably at the suggestion. Probably way more than I should have. I suddenly felt like I’d had just a tiny slither of an idea of what AJ must have felt like when people praised him for being a shredded, flexing, mini muscle monster in tiny, shiny posers.<br />
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“I’d like to meet this personal trainer!” Eddie exclaimed. Every time AJ came up in mine and Eddie’s conversations I felt this incredible buzz.<br />
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“Well, you <i>obviously</i> think he’s hot,” Eddie continued. “Every time you mention him your face lights up and you have this cute little grin on your face.”<br />
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<i>FUCKING BUSTED!</i><br />
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“Hmmm. He is kinda hot,” I replied. And then I gave Eddie a coy smile, which I knew completely gave away my feelings. With the alcohol diminishing my inhibitions I felt a surge of bravery.<br />
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“Wanna see a picture?” I asked.<br />
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Eddie said yes, and as I took my phone out of my pocket, my heart started to pound. I would never have done it sober and I knew that I was risking freaking Eddie out by showing him a picture of a shredded, tanned up bodybuilder cranking out poses on stage with his face scrunched up, his mouth wide open or his tongue sticking out. <br />
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As very such pictures of AJ flashed up on my phone, my stomach twisted and I suddenly regretted my offer to Eddie, so I quickly scrolled through to find a less extreme photo. I landed on one of him on holiday wearing a vest and sunglasses and flexing his biceps for the camera.. An oh-so cheeky grin on his face, and looking heart meltingly cute.<br />
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“Oh my God!” Eddie exclaimed in shock when he looked at my phone. Which made me laugh, and wonder what his reaction would have been if I had shown him one of AJ’s competition shots.<br />
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“He’s HUGE!” Eddie cried.<br />
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“This is a guy who used to have sleepovers at my house!”<br />
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“So, is that what <i>you’re</i> gonna look like then by the end of the Summer?”<br />
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I scoffed. “Hardly!”<br />
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“Well I’d fully support you if I did. But I think you look fine as you are!” he said. “<i>More</i> than fine.”<br />
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Oh God. I had absolutely no doubts about Eddie’s intentions at that point. And while I <i>did</i> enjoy his company, I still wasn’t completely convinced that I liked him as anything more than a friend. Even though a part of me wanted to. <br />
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After a third cocktail we headed to the pub where we’d had our first date. The music was cranked up high and it seemed twice as busy as it had been the week before. At that point, I was feeling a bit drunk, but it was a nice, happy drunk. My limbs didn’t feel quite so stiff and heavy from my monster training session either.<br />
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We bumped into two slightly older guys that Eddie knew. They were friendly and nice and one of them obviously liked me by the way he was talking to me and looking at me. The fact he asked if Eddie and I were “together” was a bit of a give away too. I told him we were on a “sort of date” and hoped Eddie hadn’t heard me, because I was pretty sure he’d very much categorise the evening as a date (no sort of’s about it).<br />
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As we drank and talked in the pub’s garden area I was very much in the present and not thinking about any of the other events of the day, or the past week. All of that changed, however, when I checked my phone for the time in a while to find a Facebook notification waiting for me. My heart literally felt like it was about to burst, because staring back at me from the screen of my phone were the words: <b>AJ Jones has sent you a message</b>. <br />
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With my head spinning, I headed to the toilets. I could <i>not</i> open AJ’s message in front of Eddie. Or anyone for that matter. I was scared of what my face might give away. As I retreated and walked past the crowd of pub goers I literally could not stop smiling. Because AJ had messaged me on Facebook. Fucking YES!<br />
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Locked in one of the toilet cubicles, my heart pounded as I opened up his message.<br />
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“How are the legs?” And there was an emoji too. The one with the big teeth bearing smile. It suited him perfectly.<br />
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I wrote a message back. “Hehe! A little sore. I think the alcohol is numbing the pain a bit.” I included my favourite emoji. The cheeky one with the one eye closed and the tongue sticking out. The “AJ emoji”. As soon as I hit send I regretted the, “Hehe!” Because only a fucking twelve year old girl would say, “Hehe!”<br />
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“Hehe! PISSHEAD!”<br />
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I laughed at his reply. Twelve year old girls <i>and</i> lime green posing trunk wearing competitive bodybuilders with twenty inch biceps, apparently.<br />
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Three dots appeared. AJ was writing another message.<br />
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“Hmmm. Funny, but I don’t remember putting beer on the diet plan I made you.”<br />
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I was grinning like crazy. I couldn’t believe how engaging in cheeky banter with a bodybuilder over Facebook was causing such a fucking rush. <br />
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I replied to his message. “I know! It’s bad.”<br />
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And it was only because I was drunk that I had the courage to write what I did next.<br />
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“I’ll never be a shredded muscle freak like you.”<br />
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As soon as I sent it I panicked. <i>Fuck, bugger, fuck</i>, I thought. <i>Why the HELL did I just write that?</i> But then his reply came.<br />
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“HAHA! I told you. You’ve gotta come to Scorpio’s for that!”<br />
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I relaxed instantly and felt like I was gonna melt into the cubicle door. <i>Fuck, I love this!</i> I thought.<br />
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“Gulp! I’m worried I’d be mistaken for a bodybuilder’s one of six meals a day and getting gobbled up whole.” <br />
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Three dots.<br />
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“HAHAHA!!” And then he sent two crying with laughter emoji’s.<br />
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<i>I made a bodybuilder laugh. I just made a fucking bodybuilder laugh! OK, that means me and AJ are now officially boyfriends, right? </i><br />
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And then he sent his best message yet.<br />
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“I’ll look after you.”<br />
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And suddenly my heart wanted to burst. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever wanted anything more than I wanted to be looked after by AJ Jones in that moment.<br />
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I had no idea how to respond to that message. A gay guy tells you that and you smile, or blush or you say, “Awwww” or, “Bless you”. But what’s the appropriate response when it’s coming from a two hundred pounds future 212 class bodybuilder? <br />
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And then it hit me.<br />
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“My very own bodyguard? Awesome!” <br />
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I had no idea whether it was a good response, or a shit one. AJ paused for a few moments. No dots. And then he sent the “AJ emoji”. Sometimes people use emoji’s when they don’t know what to say. I think that was one those times. But then he followed it up.<br />
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“Yep! If any muscle bull tries to put you in a protein shake, I’ll squeeze a mean most muscular in their face. GRAAARR!”<br />
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<i>OH MY FUCKING GOD!!</i><br />
<br />
I couldn’t believe he’d used the words “most muscular”, which just so happened to be the bodybuilding pose which turned me on the most. I also couldn’t help picturing AJ squaring up to some meathead bodybuilder in the gym and cranking out that very pose in defence of me. His huge slabs of muscle bulging out of a white gym vest. His mouth wide open as he aggressively roared in the face of his victim. “GRAAARR!” FUCK YEAH!!<br />
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Another message from AJ came through.<br />
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“Sorry! Most muscular = bodybuilding term.”<br />
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I grinned at the irony of the message, but also suddenly had the overwhelming urge to tell AJ I knew <i>exactly</i> what a most muscular is. Along with every other official bodybuilding pose, and probably every other “bodybuilder term” that he did, for that matter.<br />
<br />
Three dots.<br />
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“You’ll get to know all about those when I take you to Scorpio’s.”<br />
<br />
I started to wonder whether AJ was <i>actually</i> serious about taking me to the hardcore bodybuilding gym which had played a huge part in his journey to becoming a huge, shredded muscle bull.<br />
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And then <i>another</i> thought came into my mind. What if AJ was taking the piss? What if he was with a group of his bodybuilder mates right now who were all crowded round him and laughing at my messages? What if AJ had told them all about this gay guy he used to be friends with at school who he’d trained that morning and who could barely push 50 kilograms on the chest press? And they’d dared him to message me and they were all looking at his phone in that moment, laughing and taking the piss?<br />
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I realised I’d been in the toilet cubicle for an usually long amount of time, so I replied to him with a single “AJ emoji” and headed back to Eddie and his mates.<br />
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“We thought you’d gotten lost!” Eddie cheekily said.<br />
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“Or pulled!” one of his friend’s added.<br />
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“He better not have done!” Eddie exclaimed. <br />
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Fuck. I was starting to think that maybe my chance to tell Eddie that I was actually just looking for drinking buddies and nothing more had gone. And yet, that didn’t stop me from kissing him again at the end of the night. Maybe kissing him in that moment was just the easiest thing to do?<br />
<br />
I got a text from Eddie on the train journey home.<br />
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“Thanks for another great night out, handsome. That kiss was definitely more intense than last time! x”<br />
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I smiled as I looked at the text and a warm feeling washed over me. Maybe I could grow to like Eddie as more than a friend? He was handsome, smart, funny and nice. The type of guy I <i>should</i> be going for. The type of guy I would probably eventually end up with one day.<br />
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But you either feel the butterflies, or you don’t. And so far, with Eddie, they just weren’t there. And then I thought about AJ Jones. For the forty-fifth time that day. Impossibly cute AJ with his twenty inch biceps and t-shirt straining muscle tits and his cheeky, funny Facebook messages.<br />
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And holy fuck, the butterflies. One hundred thousand, fuck off massive butterflies.</div>
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<b>COMING UP IN PART 3: AJ and Noah continue their cheeky, bodybuilding related banter over Facebook messages, then AJ invites Noah to Scorpio's, the local hardcore bodybuilding gym.</b></div>
<br />muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-44136060931166005492018-08-26T09:04:00.001+01:002019-01-04T22:35:43.561+00:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: AJ & NOAH (PART 1)OK guys...here we go! The first part of my new story "AJ & Noah"!<br />
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It follows muscle addict Noah Cook, who is spending his summer break from uni at his parents in the town he grew up (boring Little Denton - where nothing ever happens). Noah's convinced he's in for an uneventful summer. That is until he bumps into one of his school friends, AJ Jones, who, in the four years since Noah last saw him, has transformed into a mini muscle bull of a competitive bodybuilder, with enormous arms and huge tits which strain through the material of his Tesco's work shirt.<br />
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The story references every bodybuilder from "Charlie's Secret", including Chris "Freaky Peaks" Jackson, Blaine Holton and Tommy Foster (now a 212 pro nicknamed "The Tank")! And also Liam "The Guns" Watson from "Have You Seen These Posing Trunks?".<br />
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And I've managed to find a brilliantly talented illustrator and fellow muscle addict who goes by the name of "Reeddune" who has very kindly put together the below design for me and did an amazing job of bringing the characters to life! Check out his Instagram <a href="https://www.instagram.com/reeddune/" target="_blank">here</a> and his Tumblr <a href="http://reeddune.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">here</a>. He also draws a fantastic Flex Lewis!<br />
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<b>AJ & NOAH</b></div>
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<br /><b>Prologue</b><br />
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<br />I don’t think I’ll ever forget the first time I saw AJ Jones.<br /><br />It was the first day back at school after the summer holidays. There was a sense of excitement amongst my classmates. Not just because everyone was seeing their friends again, but because, for the first time ever, a new boy was joining our class.<br /><br />I spotted him standing in the middle of the playground looking completely lost. He was shorter and smaller than all of the other boys in my year group. He had brunette hair. Green eyes. And he was nervously chewing on the sleeve of his purple school jumper.<br /><br />I really didn’t know what it was about this boy, but I was transfixed. It felt like the whole world had turned to black and white and he was the only thing left in colour. <br /><br />I knew two things in that moment; that AJ Jones was special, and that I wanted to be his friend.<br /><br />I had no idea at the time just how special he’d end up being.</div>
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<b>One</b></div>
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I've often wondered what goes through the mind of a bodybuilder when he’s standing on stage in competition. Thick slabs of muscle bulging off his frame in every conceivable direction. His obscenely developed body parts like balloons of muscle that have been pumped and blown up to an unreal degree. All shrink wrapped in dick thin skin which struggle to contain the sheer mass underneath. <br />
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Each body part separated by lines, rips and cuts the majority of humans don’t see on their bodies in a lifetime. His whole body painted dark bronze and polished with oil. Not one single hair below his neckline. Completely naked except for a minuscule, thinly strapped, brightly coloured posing pouch. <br />
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To some, the most grotesque and horrifying image in the world. To others, the most erotic. So erotic the mere thought, let alone the image, of is enough to cause ejaculation.<br />
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What must it feel like to be one of the most muscular men on the planet? To look down and see nothing but excessively huge mass? To see two enormous plates of pec muscle hanging over thick, blocky abs which burst through your stomach? To see gigantic sized quads with muscle separation you’d normally only see on images of anatomy charts? <br />
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And just how big of a rush would it be to flex and show off your superhuman slabs and mounds of muscle as an audience of hundreds before you ogle, marvel and stare at your freakiness?<br />
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As I lay on my bed with my laptop open in the bedroom I’d grown up in, watching a video of Blaine Holton, one of the biggest and most well known professional bodybuilders in the last five years, flexing on stage in a guest posing spot, all of those questions were running through my mind.<br />
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What did this absurdly handsome, square jawed, thirty-something American bodybuilder feel when he was standing at the edge of a stage flexing his impossibly huge biceps for a cheering audience of non muscle freaks? Pride at what he’d achieved by pushing his body to unspeakable limits and building his biceps to twenty plus inches? Power at the knowledge that he was the biggest and most muscular man in the room? <br />
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“Noah …”<br />
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And what did this two hundred and fifty plus pounds muscle bull think when he cranked out an abs and thighs pose on stage and looked down at his own inhuman physique? Was he freaked out by the mounds of crazily detailed mass staring back at him? Turned on, even, by the bronzed painted lumps and bumps of thick, freakish muscle and shiny, posing trunk covered bulge? Did he ever wonder whether he’d taken his physique too far? Or was he so accustomed to seeing the image of his own huge muscle that he felt absolutely no different to what the average built person saw when they looked down at their body?<br />
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“No-aaaah …”<br />
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And just what was going through the mind of one of the world’s best bodybuilders as he walked off the stage and made his way through the audience of fully clothed, average built spectators, hitting poses and flexing his muscles as they gawped and stared and frantically took pictures of the spectacle before them? Did he realise how many of them would have loved to be in his shoes, even for just one minute? Did he wonder how many of the audience members before him would have loved to get their hands on his ridiculously developed muscles? Was he drunk with power, basking in the glory of being a roided out muscle freak? Or was he dying to flee the theatre so he could be all alone and spend the night staring at his own freakish creation in the mirror, whilst squeezing, touching and worshipping every inch of his insanely shredded, beyond human slabs of muscle? <br />
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“NOAH!”<br />
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<i>ARGHHHH!! </i><br />
<br />
I slammed down the lid of my laptop, sprung off my bed and opened my bedroom door.<br />
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“WHAT?!” I yelled in frustration. Whenever I went back to my parents, I always resorted back to being a teenager. Wanking off to bodybuilders in my bedroom and shouting at my mother. Often for no, or very little reason. <br />
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“I just want to ask you something! There’s no need to shout like that!” my mother said calmly from the bottom of the stairs.<br />
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Five or so years ago I wouldn’t have felt any guilt about shouting at my mother for interrupting me watching a video of a flexing, roided muscle bull in my bedroom. Now, I felt like the world’s biggest dick. <br />
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“I’m busy!” I replied, my tone deliberately lighter.<br />
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“Ooooh, you’re <i>always </i>busy,” she groaned. “God knows what you do on that computer!”<br />
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<i>Hmmm. Wanking off to videos of bodybuilders on YouTube. Wanking off to pictures of bodybuilders on Instagram. Occasionally chatting to other like minded muscle addicts about wanking off to bodybuilders on Twitter. </i><br />
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My mum asked me if I’d do her a favour and go to Tesco to pick up a few things for dinner because she had to go to and visit my nan. I said yes, partly because I felt guilty about snapping at her, but also because doing this favour gave me a reason to leave the house. A sense of purpose, even, for the afternoon, which made me feel completely pathetic.<br />
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“Fancy shouting at your poor mother!” she said. Then she did a pretend sob which I couldn’t help but smile at, even though I was still annoyed that she’d interrupted me watching a video of Blaine Holton strutting through an audience in nothing but his shiny red posers, just as he was cranking out a brutal most muscular in the face of an extremely lucky audience member. <br />
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I’ve always found it amazing how easily we forget things. And how our memories have a habit of only selecting the positive when thinking about a situation we’re no longer in. In all of the times I thought about spending the summer at my parents, I never once factored in the possibility that they might annoy me, or that I might grow bored.<br />
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The irony was, I had been looking forward to being back home for a few months. But all I had wanted during those first few weeks of my summer break was to be back in London. Why is almost every place inherently more appealing when we’re not actually there? <br />
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As I walked into my local Tesco a feeling of dread hit me. I had this sudden, strong intuition that I was going to bump into someone I knew. If it wasn’t someone shopping there, it would probably be one of the workers. When I was in sixth form, half of my year seemed to work there, including my best friend Naomi.<br />
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Maybe if I tried to avoid eye contact with everyone in a blue Tesco work shirt I’d reduce the risk of having to make small talk with a classmate I never really liked who was also back from university for the summer. Or someone who hadn’t gone to university at all, and had spent the past two years working in a supermarket.<br />
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Fifteen minutes and no familiar faces later, I was heading towards the self service checkout and <i>that’s</i> when I saw him. <br />
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Every single secret lover of huge, freaky muscle will be familiar with the incredible rush that comes with seeing a real life bodybuilder in a public setting.<br />
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It’s such an incredibly surreal and amazing experience. To be walking down the street, or boarding a tube, or even walking down the meat aisle of your local Tesco and be suddenly faced with an excessively built and muscular man. Or even a genuine, bona fide bodybuilder.<br />
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Exactly like the one I’d suddenly spotted, with his back to me in an extraordinarily tight fitted blue Tesco polo shirt, conversing with a well to do looking elderly woman, who was gawping at the frighteningly muscular lad before her with a look of sheer horror.<br />
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I couldn’t stop staring at him. Everything but his height was big. His shoulders ridiculously broad, his back absurdly wide and the rear of his upper arms indecently muscular. Even his perfectly round arse looked huge as it struggled to contain the material of his extremely tight, black work trousers. Fuck! <br />
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I could tell he was young, even from the back. A mini muscle bull in the making. A potential juniour competitive bodybuilder. Working right here in my local fucking Tesco. Practically fucking bursting out of his work uniform.<br />
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I didn’t think I’d ever been that sexually attracted to the rear image of anyone before. Even the back of his head was hot. With his short graded, light brown hair, which got thicker at the top. And his mini bull neck. GRRRRR!<br />
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Ridiculously, my heart started to pound as I got closer to, surely, the beefiest shelf stacker in Tesco’s employment history. Once I’d walked past him, I’d be able to conspicuously turn around to catch a glimpse of him from the front. But I didn’t need to, because the woman he was talking to was walking away, and when I was barely a few metres away from him, the potential competitive juniour bodybuilder turned around, my heart leapt into my throat and my stomach violently lurched. Because standing in front of me, now a mini mountain of muscle in a tight fitted Tesco polo shirt, was my old school friend, AJ Jones.<br />
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“Noah?!”<br />
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<i>FUCKING HELL!</i><br />
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I felt like my legs were going to give way. My mind just couldn’t cope with what was happening. The walls of reality seemed to melting before me, because standing in front of me was a huge and insanely fucking cute bodybuilder with tits which strained through his polo shirt, and a pair of the most enormous and outrageously muscular arms I’d seen on any lad of any age in person. And that bodybuilder just so happened to be one of my old best friends from school.<br />
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“It’s AJ!” he exclaimed.<br />
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“Hi!” I nervously replied. “Sorry! I do recognise you. You just look … different!” <br />
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<i>About a hundred pounds of arms, tits and arse different! </i><br />
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AJ smirked. A cocky, adorable and gorgeous grin. To match his oh so gorgeous face. Oh God. How can AJ Jones be gorgeous? How can AJ Jones be a fucking bodybuilder?!<br />
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“I get that a lot,” he said, nodding and pursing his lips. “I think it’s the hair!”<br />
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I laughed and he grinned back at me. A warm, nostalgic feeling came over me and, just for a moment, he wasn’t this ridiculously buff muscle boy whose arse I’d not long been checking out. He was AJ, my old friend from school, who I hadn’t spoken to since we’d drifted apart and found new, very different friend groups about seven or eight years ago.<br />
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“What are you up to now?” AJ asked.<br />
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“I’m at uni,” I replied, looking at the lucky Tesco name badge sat on his unfathomably thick chest.<br />
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<i>Ha! I win</i>, I thought. And then immediately I hated myself.<br />
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“Which uni?”<br />
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“Goldsmiths, in London. I’m back home for the summer.” <br />
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“Back in boring Little Denton!” AJ said, playfully rolling his eyes.<br />
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Boring Little Denton. Where nothing ever happens. Except for the boy who used to eat Tipp-Ex at school growing up to be the type of obscenely muscular, roid munching bodybuilder you regularly blow loads over. Fuck.<br />
<br />
“Nothing changes much round here!” he added.<br />
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It was such a ridiculous statement that I couldn’t refrain from making a joke. “No, you look <i>exactly</i> the same as you did at school!” <br />
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Then it was AJ’s turn to laugh, which made me blush, and feel ever so slightly giddy, because I just made a bodybuilder laugh. A bodybuilder whose upper arms looked about twice as thick as mine.<br />
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I tried not be obvious, but it was almost impossible to be in such close proximity to a guy that muscular without my eyes veering south of his face. How on Earth had Tesco found a t-shirt to fit AJ? Not that it <i>had</i> fit. One single most muscular and his tits would have probably ripped straight through the material. And his arms. Fucking <i>hell</i> those arms. What did those biceps look like flexed, either side of his absurdly cute face?<br />
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He hadn’t stayed on for the sixth form, so I hadn’t seen him for four years. I hadn’t even heard about him. He definitely hadn’t been working at Tesco at the same time Naomi had because she would have mentioned it. What had AJ been doing in the past four years that had caused such an extreme transformation? Presumably, spending an enormous amount of time in the gym, consuming a shit load of calories and probably taking a course of steroids, or two. <br />
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Maybe I hadn’t won after all. Because he looked like THAT, and I looked like, well, me. <br />
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I had one physical advantage over AJ, though. The same one I’d always had, even when we were younger. I was about four inches taller in height than him. He’d always been short. Right from that very first time I’d spotted him in the school playground, right up until the time he’d left school at sixteen. Maybe he was on a mission to be as wide as he was tall? At this rate, he’d probably succeed. He’d be ripping up the stage with the likes of Tommy “The Tank” Foster and all of the other notoriously short but stacked 212 class competing bodybuilders in no time. AJ Jones. A flexing bodybuilder. Seriously, what kind of cosmic, fucked up shit was going on?<br />
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“AJ! Can you jump on till seven please?” A hard faced and slightly scary looking woman had interrupted us. <br />
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AJ pulled a face as she walked away. “I’d better go!” he said. My heart sank. This couldn’t be it. Surely, the universe wouldn’t give me something so mind bogglingly amazing and then just swipe it away from me less than five minutes later?<br />
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“Good to see you again, mate!” AJ said, with a genuine warmth.<br />
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<i>Ask for his number! Just ask for his number</i>, I thought. But I couldn’t. It didn’t feel appropriate. <br />
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And so, I watched AJ Jones walk away with an ever so slight waddle, his thighs visibly thick under his work trousers, his back impossibly broad, and his arse so big and beefy it bordered on obscene. AJ Jones, the bodybuilder. AJ Jones, my old friend from school. AJ Jones, who used to eat fucking Tipp-Ex.<br />
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As I handed my mother the shopping I’d picked up for her, I wondered if she’d ever seen AJ Jones at Tesco. She shopped there every week, sometimes more than once, so all logic said that she <i>must</i> have done. Maybe she hadn’t realised it was him considering the last time he’d been at our house he’d probably weighed about fifty pounds?<br />
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I contemplated telling her that I’d ran into him but, rather absurdly, even just the thought of mentioning my encounter with AJ caused my cheeks to go red.<br />
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“Have you stopped shouting at your mummy now?” she said playfully.<br />
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I grinned and rolled my eyes. “Oh, erm … don’t forget I’m going out tonight,” I cautiously said.<br />
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“Who with?” she asked, inquisitively.<br />
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<i>Oh God! </i><br />
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“I told you yesterday. Someone from school!” I replied, perhaps a little too defensively.<br />
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“Hmmmm!” she said in a suspicious tone while narrowing her eyes.<br />
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I didn’t know how, but my mother almost <i>always</i> knew when I was lying.<br />
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“Are you sure you‘re not meeting someone from one of those Internet gay sex dating apps?”<br />
<br />
<i>GAAAHH!! </i><br />
<br />
“You can tell me if you are, Noah! You know I’m broad minded!”<br />
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<i>Fucking kill me now! </i><br />
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I groaned and left the room. I knew it was ridiculous. Twenty years old and lying to my mum about what I was doing and who I was going out with. <br />
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The annoying thing was, she was right. I <i>was</i> meeting a guy off the Internet, but as if I was going to confess that to my fucking mother. It just didn’t feel right to talk about those types of things with her. No matter how “broad minded” she claimed to be.<br />
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I thought about texting Naomi on the train and telling her about AJ. Naomi was the only person who knew about my love for huge, muscle freaks. She’d even bought me my very first muscle magazine when I was fifteen.<br />
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“You won’t <i>believe</i> who I ran into at Tesco’s earlier. AJ Jones. And oh yeah … he’s a fucking BODYBUILDER!” <br />
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But something stopped me. I didn’t feel ready to tell anyone about my encounter with AJ Jones. It almost felt too special to share.<br />
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The truth was, of course, I’d barely been able to stop thinking about it since. Usually I’d be slightly nervous about meeting a guy off the Internet, but all I could think about was AJ Jones standing in the meat aisle in his blue Tesco work shirt. And his massive tits. And those fucking guns. And that grin. And how fucking <i>cute</i> he was. How impossibly fucking cute. Oh God. When did AJ Jones get so cute? When did AJ Jones get so HUGE? <br />
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But I was feeling something else too. Something I always felt when I saw an excessively muscular guy in public. It wasn’t so much envy. More a desire that was so strong it was almost overwhelming. A desire to <i>be</i> that muscular myself. To look in the mirror and see a bodybuilder looking back at me. If only for just one day. <br />
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I only ever felt it when I saw muscle in real life, and it usually passed quite quickly. But that time it wasn’t. It was lingering in my mind. Because it wasn’t just some stranger I’d seen on the tube or walking down the street. It was AJ Jones, who was once the smallest kid in the class.<br />
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I was almost relieved when I was stood outside of a gay pub in town, the nerves of my Internet date had finally kicked in and I was no longer thinking about AJ. There’s always the risk that an Internet date could go horribly wrong. No matter how much you talk to someone on the Internet, or how many pictures of them you see, you can never really prepare for what it’s going to be like to be face to face with them in the flesh. And then there’s the worry of what they’ll think of <i>you</i>. What if you’re a massive disappointment and their hearts drop the minute they see you and you’re not quite what they were expecting? Usually you can tell if that’s the case. There’s a <i>look</i> they give you. God, I hate that look.<br />
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As soon as I saw Eddie walking towards me, however, all of those worries seemed to slip away. The first thing that struck me about my date was how ridiculously confident he seemed. He may have been extremely good at hiding it, but I couldn’t see any hint of worry, nerves or disappointment in his face as he approached me. It relaxed me almost instantly.<br />
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“Have you been here before?” Eddie asked me as we sat on a sofa having just bought the first round of drinks.<br />
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“No. I like it though!” I replied.<br />
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“I know it’s kinda trashy, but it’s a lot more relaxed than somewhere like The Underground. It’s a more mixed crowd. And there’s no attitude.”<br />
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I told Eddie all about university and the English Literature degree I was studying for. About being at home in Little Denton and how I’d applied to do some work experience placements at some publishing companies in London but was probably going to spend most of the summer bumming around and wanking off to videos of muscle freaks (only I left out the part about wanking off to muscle freaks). <br />
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In turn, he told me about the office job he’d had since he’d graduated from uni the year before, about the acting group he was a part of, and a little bit about his geeky but rather adorable affiliation with superhero films. And it was easy and comfortable and I was having a much better night than I had anticipated. <br />
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As we continued talking, I started to see a whole summer of possibilities opening up ahead of me. Because this was what I needed. A nice, friendly, slightly geeky and admittedly rather charming gay guy like Eddie to go drinking with while I was stuck back in Little Denton.<br />
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“I have a bit of a confession,” I said as Eddie came back with a third round of drinks. “I’ve never seen a superhero film!”<br />
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“WHAT?! How is that possible?” <br />
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“Actually, no. I’ve seen bits of one of the Spiderman films!” I replied. “The one where he looks in the mirror and he’s suddenly all buff?”<br />
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I kind of love casually talking about things like bodybuilders, muscle guys and muscle growth with people. Partly just to see what their reaction will be, but also because I love playing dumb and innocent about such things, while secretly thinking, “HA! You have no idea about my rampant love for excessively shredded bodybuilders in tiny, shiny posing trunks. How often I check my Instagram for new pictures of my favourite freaks, how many bodybuilding related channels I’m subscribed to on YouTube and how many pairs of boxer shorts I regularly blow loads into over competition conditioned, attitude packed beef monsters. Fuck yeah!”<br />
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Eddie grinned and nodded along. “That’s a classic scene. I think a lot of teenage boys who watched that film probably fantasised about that happening to them!”<br />
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And with that comment, I was suddenly thinking about AJ Jones again and wondering whether he was one such boy. Maybe that very scene was responsible for AJ’s transformation into the mini mountain of excessively built muscle mass I was faced with earlier that day in the middle of Tesco?<br />
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I almost couldn’t quite believe what I said to Eddie next.<br />
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“That’s just reminded me of something that happened to me today. I saw an old from school who I haven’t seen for years. He was always so tiny. Really short and skinny. And now he’s fucking MASSIVE. Like … practically a bodybuilder!” I felt a rush of adrenaline, not only at saying the word “bodybuilder” out loud, but talking about my encounter with AJ with someone.<br />
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“Wow!” Eddie replied. “Maybe he got bitten by a really big spider?”<br />
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I grinned. “He was kinda hot actually,” I confessed, blushing slightly. “Which was a bit weird, ‘cause he was, like, one of my best friends at school!” <br />
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“So <i>that’s</i> what I’ve got to compete with?” Eddie asked flirtatiously. “I’d better start going to the gym then!”<br />
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And with that comment, my summer of possibilities suddenly didn’t look so likely. Or at least not with the possibilities I had imagined. Because Eddie wasn’t interested in meeting someone to hang out and go drinking with. He fancied me. Of <i>course</i> he fucking fancied me. Because the guys I’m never attracted to <i>always</i> do, and the ones I think are hot very rarely ever reciprocate the feeling.<br />
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Not that Eddie was unattractive. At all. He was handsome in his own way. Nicely built, stylish brown hair and a cute smile. Bookish and smart looking. The type of guy you wouldn’t immediately find super hot, but once you got to know, became increasingly more attractive. And maybe there was something there. And so, when he leant in to kiss me before I left to catch the last train home to Little Denton, I reciprocated. And it was kinda nice. And I definitely felt a bit of chemistry. But I really <i>did</i> just want to meet a local gay guy to go drinking with.<br />
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There is something I love about catching the train home when you’re slightly pissed and you’re buzzing from a night out. Even if you’re in a carriage full of drunk people. I’d already received a text from Eddie when I checked my phone. “Great to meet you, handsome. Hopefully we can meet up again soon! x”.<br />
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And I smiled, because I’d had an awesome night out and Eddie was great, and I had wanted to see him again. Plus he’d called me handsome. I switched on my mobile data and received a new Facebook notification. As soon as I opened it, all thoughts of Eddie disappeared. My heart leapt into my throat as I read the words in front of me; <b>AJ Jones has requested you as a friend.</b><br />
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<b>Three</b></div>
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A panic like no other shot through me when I opened up AJ Jones’ Facebook profile on the train full of passengers. Because staring back at me was a picture of a shredded bodybuilder, covered in bronzed competition tan, standing on stage in nothing but a pair of shiny lime, green posing trunks and cranking out a crab most muscular pose with his mouth cheekily wide open. FUCKING HELL.<br />
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I shiftily glanced around. The woman sitting next to me was too engrossed in her own phone to have spotted the picture of the grotesque looking muscle freak that had just popped up on my screen. Phew. Panic over. But then something else set in. Excitement. Adrenaline. Bewilderment. Because, as expected earlier that day, AJ Jones, who wanted to be my friend on Facebook, was a competitive bodybuilder. Oh my fucking GOD.<br />
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And I was dying. BURSTING, in fact, to see his profile picture again. I wanted every single person in the train carriage to fuck the fuck off so I could look at the image that was imprinted on my brain. That muscle. The attitude. The shiny lime green trunks. <i>FUCK</i>. <br />
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It felt like the longest train journey ever, but when I was finally home and in the comfort of my own bedroom, I was able to see the picture again in all it’s otherworldly glory. I almost couldn’t believe what I was looking at. AJ Jones, my old friend from school, on stage at a bodybuilding show, flexing his muscles and cranking up the ‘tude in a pair of the nastiest posing trunks imaginable.<br />
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As I fully delved into AJ’s Facebook page I discovered a whole host of amazing pictures. AJ flexing backstage with various other shredded freaks in competition tan, cheeky bathroom selfies he’d taken while flexing and holiday snaps of him, either topless or bulging out of tiny vests.<br />
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But none were as surreal or incredible as the various pictures of AJ on stage showing off his shockingly shredded, mass packed physique. Brutally huge, round boulder shoulders, outrageous sized biceps, brilliantly detailed quads, gorgeous shaped tummy popping abdominals, a pair of the thickest, chest popping muscle tits and a set of obscenely developed, beautifully round glutes barely contained by the shiny material of his posers all stared up at from my laptop screen. He really was a like a mini Mr Olympia in the making.<br />
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And the ‘tude. Fucking HELL the ‘tude. AJ always had a fun, cheeky, mischievous side when we’d been friends at school. That had evidently resulted in AJ The Bodybuilder being a cocky as fuck poser on stage, pulling cheeky, animated facial expressions with every single pose he hit. If his mouth wasn’t arrogantly wide open, a huge, proud and admittedly gorgeous grin was plastered on his scrunched to buggery face. His tongue even made an appearance in a few cheeky shots. <br />
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As I looked at a picture of him hitting a front lat spread on stage while outrageously pulling up the straps of his shiny, lime green posing trunks, his whole gloriously bronzed painted body shredded and bulging with thick, developed mass and his lips pursed into an arrogant expression, I completely forgot that I was looking at a guy I used to have sleepovers with. <br />
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I was just looking at an insanely hot, shredded bodybuilder flexing his muscles on stage. And, like the majority of times I look at shredded, flexing bodybuilders, I was rock hard and insanely turned on. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to wank off. I needed to spunk a load to the cocky, roided up muscle freak on my laptop screen, who’d transformed and moulded his physique to become something barely human. <br />
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And so I looked at his astonishing beef. The crazy veins snaking down his arms. His rock hard, gorgeous shaped ab blocks. His thick tits jumping up to his chin. Those insane fucking quads. That shiny, lime green poser bulge. That absurdly hot expression on this impossibly cute face. And I came. Fucking HELL did I cum. The most tremendous load in my boxers. FUCK YEAH! <br />
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And then? Panic. Guilt. A slight feeling of wrongness. Because I’d just spunked off to AJ fucking Jones! What the FUCK?! What would he think if he knew? Surely he’d be weirded out. We were friends once. And now I was wanking off over a picture of him on the Internet.<br />
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When I woke up the next morning, sober, but my head still thick and cloudy, I was considerably kinder to myself about the whole situation. So we were friends at school? Well, now he’s a fucking <i>bodybuilder</i>, I reasoned, and an obscenely hot one at that. What kind of muscle addict would I be if I hadn’t been turned on by him flexing on stage with his poser straps pulled up? Still, I vowed to not wank off over AJ again. <br />
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It was a relatively easy task. Even if I did get a hard on every time I even thought about AJ’s pictures. Which was a <i>lot</i> in the days which followed. Every now and then I would take a sneaky peek at his profile again. I even wondered whether he’d message me. “Good to see you the other day, mate. Hey, here’s an idea. Wanna come round to my house and watch me flex in my shiny, lime green posing trunks? Cheeky, cocky facial expressions and all!” Pant pant fucking pant! He didn’t message me, of course. Because why would he? I was just an old school friend he’d bumped into one day at work. I probably rarely factored into his thoughts at all. <br />
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My encounter with AJ had sparked something else in me, though. That overwhelming desire to be a bodybuilder had subsided, but I was suddenly both eager and motivated to join the gym again. I had been so good at going during my first year of university, but then I’d come home for the summer and I’d just slipped out of the habit. But this summer would be different. It was the <i>perfect</i> time to get back into it again. <br />
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The Little Denton Leisure Centre probably didn’t have the best of gyms, but it was both cheap, and within walking distance of my parents’ house, so it would have to do. <br />
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As I was rushing to get ready on the morning of my induction to the gym, I received a text from Naomi.<br />
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“OH MY GOD! I just saw AJ Jones on your Facebook. I can’t believe that’s him!!”<br />
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I smiled instantly when I read it. I hadn’t wanted to share our encounter with Naomi the previous Friday, but I was suddenly keen to talk about it.<br />
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“I KNOW!! I actually bumped into him in Tesco. He works there now and he’s huge! It’s fucking bonkers.”<br />
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Three dots appeared on my phone to tell me she was replying.<br />
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“Really? Haha! I bet you had a right perv. He’s just up your street.”<br />
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Ridiculously I blushed, but I loved how up front she was. As always. I became friends with Naomi not long after AJ and I drifted apart at school. When you’ve been friends with someone for that long you can pretty much say anything to them.<br />
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“Hmmm. I guess he has gotten kinda hot.”<br />
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And then I sent my favourite emoji. The cheeky looking one with the one eye closed and tongue sticking out. If AJ were an emoji, he’d definitely be that one. <br />
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Three dots.<br />
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“I know you too well.”<br />
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And suddenly I missed Naomi like hell. I completely understood why she’d stayed in Brighton over the summer but there was no question the following two and half months would have been a lot more bearable if she had decided to come back to Little Denton like me. Sure, there were a couple of my school friends also back home for the summer who I’d already met up with once or twice, and I obviously now had my potential new gay friend Eddie to hang out with, but none of them could really compare to Naomi. None of them really knew me like she did.<br />
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Our texts had also made me feel a lot better about the AJ situation. More specifically, my new found, overwhelming attraction for a boy who’d decided to transform himself into the kind of shredded muscle freak I’d been going nuts over for years. <br />
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I hadn’t been to the Little Denton Leisure Centre since I was a kid. And yet, as soon as I walked in, the strong scent of chlorine was so familiar that it felt like I’d only been in there the day before.<br />
<br />
I informed the guy at reception (a rather fit and slightly beefy looking lad in a tight, black, work t-shirt) that I was there for my gym induction. He gave me a form to fill out, told me to take a seat and that someone would be with me shortly.<br />
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The form asked me what my goals were for joining the gym. I ticked “To build muscle” and “Improve fitness level” and wondered why there was no option for “To become a shredded muscle freak and stand on stage flexing in shiny, lime green posing trunks”.<br />
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I was so engrossed that I hadn’t notice the person I was waiting for had arrived and was now stood over me.<br />
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“Alright, Noah!” <br />
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<i>OH MY FUCKING GOD</i>! <br />
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I recognised his voice instantly. I looked up and was suddenly right back in the meat aisle of Tesco. The walls of reality melting away, my mind racing, adrenaline pulsating through my body and strongly suspecting that I may never be in the presence of a human being so incredibly hot again.<br />
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Beaming down at me with that oh-so familiar and gorgeous grin, his obscenely developed upper body bulging out of a similar black t-shirt to the one the guy on reception was wearing, was the junior competitive bodybuilder whose picture I’d wanked off to just five nights before and who I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since. <br />
<br />muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-18362176406901920782018-08-11T09:24:00.001+01:002019-04-13T12:43:27.456+01:00NEW "MUSCLE FICTION STORIES" PAGEOK guys, I've talked about my plans for a page with links to my stories for a little while and now I've finally done one! Link <a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/p/my-muscle-fiction-stories_31.html" target="_blank">here</a>, or click on the image below.<br />
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You'll find links on there to Charlie's Secret, Flex Friday, The Day I Became A Muscle Freak, Dan and Jake, Mikey The Human Muscle Morph and Have You Seen These Posing Trunks? and a few other short stories and unfinished works posted here and there.<br />
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I've been going over these stories the past few months and it's been both interesting and fun to read them in retrospect! It's always hard to judge stuff you've written yourself but I definitely have a better opinion of some over others.<br />
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I'd say my best three are probably "Charlie's Secret", "Mikey The Human Morph" and "Have You Seen These Posing Trunks?"<br />
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I'm also still working on my new story which I'm planning to start sharing very soon, both here and on the Muscle Growth Forums. It's called "AJ & Noah" and it's about a muscle addict called Noah who is back at his parents on his summer break from university. A few weeks in he bumps into his old school friend AJ working at his local Tesco who, it's safe to say, has gone through a bit of a transformation since Noah last saw him! The pair then rekindle their friendship over the course of the summer.<br />
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I won't say any more than that right now but I'm excited to get it out there and for people to read it!<br />
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And if anyone's tired of me sharing pictures of my posing trunk collection, tough muscle titties 'cause here's a few more! Admittedly it's not much of a collection at the moment but I'm planning to expand!<br />
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muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-1705137601321501972018-07-14T10:36:00.001+01:002018-07-14T20:26:48.877+01:00THE RETURN OF ANTOINE VAILLANT!Cast your muscle ridden minds back to 2012/13. The blog was in full swing, I was finishing "An American Muscle God" and starting "<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/06/muscle-fiction-story-charlies-secret.html" target="_blank">Charlie's Secret</a>" and pretty much every muscle lover on the planet was going nuts for Antoine Vaillant! He even topped my "Vote For You Favourite of The Year" poll both of those years.<br />
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He won his pro card in 2012, did a couple of IFBB shows the following year and then sadly disappeared, teasing a couple of comebacks and returns to the stage which never came to fruition. Until now!!<br />
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But Antoine isn't just back. He's back looking better and more insane than he ever fucking has!! And I'm not fucking exaggerating when I say that either. I thought that maybe I was. Maybe he just looks so fucking jaw droppingly crazy NOW that it's tainted my memory of what he looked like back then. But no. I've looked at past posts and old pics. And I can confidently say, the 2018 version of Antoine really is the best there's ever been!<br />
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It's like Antoine 2.0! Everything looks so huge and hard
and carved and cartoon-like! He's also just as bloody handsome as ever.
If not more so! And now he's a little bit woofier and gruffier too as he
goes into his thirties in the best way possible...as an absolute mountain of barely human, gloriously shredded, ever flexing muscle mass!!<br />
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Shall
we place bets on who'll be the next bodybuilder to make a triumphant
comeback? Will we see a 250 pounds Cody Lewis rocking his mohawk again
as a late twenties muscle beast? Or what if an early thirty something
Alexey Lesukov dug out his shiny golden posers to show off his now even
MORE obscenely massive muscle tits?<br />
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Check
out what Antoine used to look like in this "<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-best-of-antoine-vaillant.html" target="_blank">Best of Antoine</a>" post from
2014 and judge for yourself whether he looked better then or now! <br />
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This is Antoine at Toronto gay pride. Think Zane Watson was behind the camera dressed as a cowboy?!</div>
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Eye spy with my little eye...a pair of shiny posers dangling from Antoine's hand! </div>
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The cutie in the blue is Robin Strand! His Instagram is <a href="https://www.instagram.com/strandstrong/" target="_blank">here</a> if you wanna see more of him!</div>
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And following on from the shiny pink posing trunks I bought a month or so ago, I've now purchased another pair! This time I went for another colour I've always wanted to own. Move over Alexey and Samuel Dixon. You're not the only ones with a pair of shiny golden posers!!<br />
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And here they are with my pink posers! Think my posing trunk collection's coming along quite nicely! Hmmm. What colour should I go for next?! </div>
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muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-33350852715762639702018-06-10T12:06:00.001+01:002018-06-11T20:31:18.409+01:00WE HEART RAFAEL!Is it just me or has 2018 been a fucking amazing year for muscle so far?! Antoine's back looking crazier and hotter than ever (who would have ever predicted THAT?!), Regan's now a classic physique competitor, but still as gorgeous and shredded as he's always been, Luke Sandoe and Nathan De Asha seem to be in some kind of contest of who can be the Beefiest Brit In The World, Cody Montgomery's back (yay!) as a 212 bodybuilder and Zane Watson doesn't even look human any more.<br />
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There's been a ton of new lads too, fighting for mine, and loads of other muscle addicts' attentions. <a href="https://www.instagram.com/fbarriosvlk/" target="_blank">Francisco Barrios</a> (what a little cutie! And DAMN he likes his posers shiny!), <a href="https://www.instagram.com/suhoruchko/" target="_blank">Vlad Suhoruchko</a> (a scrunchy faced, vein plastered FREAK!) and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/dominik.doerfl/" target="_blank">Dominik Dorfl</a> (I WANT THOSE GOLDEN POSERS!) to name a few. And then there's THIS guy...<br />
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FUCKING HELL!! 24 year old Rafael Brandao who's virtually come out of nowhere, seems to be competing in just about every pro show going and is now everyone's favourite new bodybuilder! Including ME! </div>
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You know when a bodybuilder just has it? Whatever "it" is! The X Factor,
star quality, that something special. Nathan De Asha's got it. Antoine Vaillant had it years ago, lost it and now
has it back again in a-fuckin-abundance! Well (yep, you guessed it!)
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OK he's hardly a monster but bloody
HELL that physique! Just such a beautiful shape and structure! Brilliant
thickness, gorgeous lines and crazy detail (look at the fucking QUADS
in the hotel room pic where his heads down - they look like they've
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bloody gorgeous too! And wears the teeniest posers with the thinnest
straps (one flex too hard and I fear those babies will snap!) that beautifully glisten and shine under the stage lights. Oh and, as you can tell from the stage pics and the Instagram vid at the end of the post, he's a cheeky little bugger when he's on stage too! Always sticking his little tongue out and nodding his head at the audience as if to say, "Hell yeah! Check this fucking shit right here, motherfuckers!" Or, erm...something to that effect. Hehe!</div>
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And if anyone missed my last post, I've bought myself some pink posers, which I think might possibly be the shiniest pink posers in the world (Rafael, mate - if you wanna borrow for your next competition just say the word)! I'm on a bit of a mission to build up an awesome posing trunk collection! Hmmmm...might go for some shiny golden ones next!<br />
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<br />muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-59241858764382542932018-06-02T11:01:00.002+01:002018-06-02T12:25:25.163+01:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: CHARLIE'S SECRETAs explained when I posted the last part of "<a href="https://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.com/2018/02/muscle-fiction-story-have-you-seen_24.html" target="_blank">Have You Seen These Posing Trunks?</a>" I've been going back, re-visiting some of my older stories and tidying them up, with a view to building a page on the blog with links to all my stories.<br />
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I've been tweaking and posting my nine part, 60,000 word "Charlie's Secret" story on the Muscle Growth forums. Link to the full story here... <a href="https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14514-charlies-secret/" target="_blank">https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14514-charlies-secret/</a><br />
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For those of you not familiar with the story, or just need a reminder, Charlie is a British muscle addict studying in America who, as part of his university course, gets the opportunity to undertake a work experience filming backstage at a local bodybuilding show.<br />
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Whilst there, he gets to meet, film, and witness the kind of insanely shredded, superhuman sized muscle bulls he's been fantasising about since stumbling across an image of a bodybuilder in a magazine when he was a teenager.<br />
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He also meets some suspected like minded muscle lovers, including woof-worthy, daddy-esque Bryan Macleod and his filming mentor; the cheeky, charming Stuart Fox. Stuart invites Charlie to play a game where they set out to find the best bodybuilders with a certain attributes (i.e. "the guy with the most freakishly huge biceps", "the guy with the biggest muscle tits", "the guy with best posers" and "the most all out monstrous muscle freak in the room")! <br />
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The story includes a number of varying bodybuilders, including Chris "Freaky Peaks" Jackson, a huge, heavyweight muscle bull, famous for his insanely sized biceps, 21 year old Justin Hughes, who's ridiculously cute, shockingly shredded and the proud owner of one of the most striated asses in bodybuilding, and Mr Golden Posers, a cheeky, cutie patootie lightweight bodybuilder who wows the lads with his shiny as shit (SLURP!), brilliantly coloured posing trunks!<br />
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The story is far from perfect and I could probably spend forever trying to edit it but, as I've said on the blog before, I'm really quite proud of it and, whatever I go on to write, I think I'll always have a certain affection for it.<br />
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And I'm also about 35k words into the first draft of a new story. I'm not saying much about it at the moment but hopefully it'll be ready to share soon!<br />
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And in other news, I recently got a brand new pair of posing trunks! Hehe! As you can see below, they're very, very PINK and very, very (fucking) SHINY!! <br />
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Most of you will also, no doubt, be familiar with all of the various trunks themed posts I've done on the blog. I thought it would be good to have links to them all in one handy place while I think about maybe putting together a new one.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.co.uk/2014/01/10-insanely-hot-pairs-of-posing-trunks.html" target="_blank">10 INSANELY HOT PAIRS OF POSING TRUNKS</a></b></span><br />
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My first ever trunks post! Features 10 pairs of insanely hot pairs of posing trunks, including Alexey Lesukov's shiny gold numbers, some ridiculously hot silver Muscle Potential trunks of Santi Aragon's, and a shiny, blue bulge-stretched pair from Brad Rowe!<br />
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I also did a little "How To Find A Hot Pair of Posing Trunks" guide (for any budding bodybuilders looking to make a trunks purchase - hehe!) which included things like material, colour and general posing trunk wear/habits. <br />
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I kinda knew it was a good one when I was putting this post together, but I was still really surprised by the reaction to it! Three years on and it's now one of my most viewed posts, and hasn't left the automated top 10 "popular posts" (most viewed in a week) list in the right hand sidebar on the blog since!<br />
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I still can't believe I was doing the blog for two years before I came up with the idea to do a series of posing trunk pic collections, with each post having a different theme! It's such an obvious idea! Inspired by my first trunks post, this came shortly after, and features nothing but (yep, you guessed it)...bodybuilders sporting bright PINK posing trunks!<br />
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So a pink posers themed post was pretty much guaranteed to be a popular one. For my second trunks pic collection, however, I took a bit of a risk and chose something a bit more specialist. One of those quirky elements of bodybuilding not everyone is into, but which, some of us are driven nuts by. Yep...grubby, mucky, messy, oil drenched, tan plastered posers!!<br />
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Inspired by a comment from an Anonymous (but regular) poster (he has a very distinct style of writing which I recognise every time - hehe!) who made the suggestion in a previous post, this one had pretty much just as good of a reaction as my pink trunks post!<br />
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"Red and yellow and pink and green...!" That classic childhood song "I Can Sing A Rainbow" with, erm...slightly amended lyrics. Oh, and pictures of shredded to fuck muscle lads, and pumped to buggery beef monsters in tiny, colourful posers after each line...</div>
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A follow-up to my first ever trunks post was inevitable! 10 *more* ridiculously hot pairs of posing trunks, this one featuring some itsy bitsy, golden coloured posers from Muscle Potential belonging to Samuel Dixon, not one, but two pairs from Santi Aragon (slurp-tastic red and canary yellow!) and some now rather infamous, well fitted (to say the fucking least!) black trunks of Marc Andrade's. Although I'd say the original post was better overall, this one probably features the better trunks! </div>
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The last posing trunk pic collection I posted, featuring nothing but the shit shiniest trunks imaginable (is there any other kind worth bothering about?)! You might need a pair of sunglasses for this one. Shiny. As. Fucking. SHIT. Every. Single. Pair! Slurp fucking SLURP!<br />
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Is there anything else on this planet that's as equally hot *and* funny as noisy bodybuilders??<br />
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And here are my last two most muscular videos (no grunting, groaning or shouting in these ones, sorry!) for anyone who wants to watch them again...<br />
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<br />muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-79555345374969278792018-02-24T10:17:00.001+00:002018-03-08T20:43:26.527+00:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: HAVE YOU SEEN THESE POSING TRUNKS? (PART 6)OK guys, here goes with the final part of "Have You Seen These Posing Trunks?"<br />
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Below are links to all previous parts if anyone has missed any, or wants to read the full story again...<br />
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<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.co.uk/2018/01/muscle-fiction-story-have-you-seen.html" target="_blank">HAVE YOU SEEN THESE POSING TRUNKS? (PART 1)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.co.uk/2018/01/muscle-fiction-story-have-you-seen_13.html" target="_blank">HAVE YOU SEEN THESE POSING TRUNKS? (PART 2)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.co.uk/2018/01/muscle-fiction-story-have-you-seen_24.html" target="_blank">HAVE YOU SEEN THESE POSING TRUNKS? (PART 3)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.co.uk/2018/02/muscle-fiction-story-have-you-seen.html" target="_blank">HAVE YOU SEEN THESE POSING TRUNKS? (PART 4)</a><br />
<a href="http://muscleaddictuk.blogspot.co.uk/2018/02/muscle-fiction-story-have-you-seen_15.html" target="_blank">HAVE YOU SEEN THESE POSING TRUNKS? (PART 5)</a><br />
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Thank
you to everyone who has given me their awesome feedback for this story.
To echo what I said in the comments section a few posts ago, even
though I've been writing and posting stories for years, it still means
a lot when people give me feedback and tell me they like what I write.<br />
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My
plan now is to go back and re-visit some of my older stories, do some
tweaking, editing and tidy them up a bit, and then build a page or post with links to all of them in one
place! Then I'll start working on something new. I have a lot of ideas and I don't know which one I'll settle on yet, but I feel like it might be time to do something a bit different. <br />
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Liam stalled and spun back around to face me with a look of surprise.<br />
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“Yes, mate?”<br />
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<i>What are you doing? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!</i><br />
<br />
I feared I was crossing a line, but it was too late to back out at that point. Heart pounding in my chest, I gulped and nervously began to talk.<br />
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“I LOVE the trunks. Thanks for giving them to me! And I loved the posing. That was fucking awesome! There’s just, ummm… <i>one</i> more thing before I go,” I said. <br />
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I couldn’t quite believe what I was doing. That I had the nerve to act on the impulse inside me at that moment. But I knew that I’d never get this chance again. That I’d never be standing in the bedroom of a gorgeous competitive bodybuilder who’d just spontaneously flexed for me. A bodybuilder so easy going and relaxed that he actually understood my impulse to sniff a pair of his posing trunks behind his back. A bodybuilder so cheeky and charming that he <i>might</i> just grant me this one last request.<br />
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Liam smiled, a look of clarity forming on his face. “You want a photo with me?” he asked.<br />
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“No!” I said, fearing even more that I was going too far. “Erm …” I began, but then another look of clarity formed on Liam’s face, and this one was accompanied with a cocky and mischievous smirk. A smirk which told me he knew <i>exactly</i> what I was trying to ask him. <br />
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“You wanna feel of “The Guns”?” he said, in an almost insanely casual tone.<br />
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<i>OH GOD. OH FUCK. OH JESUS.</i><br />
<br />
“Ummm …” I nervously replied, the pounding in my chest going into overdrive, while feeling so overwhelmed at what was unfolding that I was completely incapable of saying a simple, “Yes,” out loud.<br />
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Liam playfully rolled his eyes. “I should have known! Everybody <i>always</i> wants to feel The Guns!”<br />
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<i>OHGODOHGODOHGOD!</i><br />
<br />
Before I had to time to process another thought, Liam was walking towards me until the superhuman sized mountain of muscle he’d be waddling onto a bodybuilding stage in two days time was just mere inches away from my regular sized body. FUCK! <br />
<br />
I had seen so many pictures and videos of bodybuilders on the Internet. Sat in the audience of bodybuilding shows and watched competition conditioned muscle freaks flexing on stage. And I’d been stood in the same room, just feet away from a very such type of bodybuilder as he flexed and posed and blew up his biceps for me. But <i>this</i>. This was something else. <br />
<br />
Being in such close proximity of a man so freakishly huge and muscular. Taking in his masculine scent. Being in the same small space as the huge slabs of bronzed painted, competition ready mass bulging off his body. Liam was the hottest and most beautiful man I’d ever been in the presence of, and I’m almost sure that if he simply put his arms around me and leaned in for a kiss at that moment, I’d pretty much ejaculate on the spot. In other words, it was, single handily, the most erotic moment of my life. I had no idea then that it was about to be bettered.<br />
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“Flexed or un-flexed?” Liam casually asked.<br />
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<i>OH MY FUCKING CHRIST! </i><br />
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“Ummm … flexed?”<br />
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<i>IS THIS ACTUALLY FUCKING HAPPENING?!</i><br />
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Liam grinned. A devlisih, knowing, and ever so slightly flirtatious grinned. “Shoulda guessed!” he cheekily said.<br />
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The whole thing seemed to happen in slow motion. Liam bringing up his forearm so that it was stretched across his midsection, pushing his elbow and arm towards me, the way an old fashioned gentlemen would offer a woman his arm for a dance. Liam clenching his fist, and me, watching as a huge, croquet ball shaped bicep erupted from his left upper arm. That huge, freaky, hose pipe vein I’d loved so much in his Instagram pictures, now right in front of me, snaking over his marble hard bicep, covered by only the thinnest of skin (how, how, HOW can a man’s skin be so thin)? Bronze painted. Competition ready. A bicep made to be marvelled at, adored and worshipped.<br />
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“FUCK!!” I cried, again. I couldn't help myself. It was both the most surreal and most magnificent image my eyes had ever seen. The fully flexed bicep muscle of a real life bodybuilder. And it was mine for the taking. Mine to feel. And touch. And squeeze. And worship. I had imagined it just moments before while watching him flex. I’d wished for it, and now it was happening. It was <i>actually</i> fucking happening!<br />
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I had fantasised about being in such a situation so many times. I had imagined all of the emotions that I might feel. Amazed. Dumbfounded. Turned on to an obscene degree. Never once did I imagine that placing my hands on the flexed bicep of a huge, competition conditioned bodybuilder would result in what happened when my fingers made contact with Liam’s “The Guns” Watson’s gigantic sized, fully flexed right bicep, felt that freaky vein throbbing under my fingertips and grasped on tight to the ball of otherworldly muscle.<br />
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It was like some kind of magnetic reaction. Feeling the thing that turned me on more than anything else in the world (yes - even more than tiny, shiny posing trunks) and the sensation of that warm-to-the-touch ball of rock hard, vein covered muscle caused some kind of hidden switch in my body to go off. The same switch that goes off when you’re a sleeping teenager and you unexpectedly get woken up in the middle of a sex crazed dream to find yourself lying in sticky sheets. The switch that goes off when your dick is plunging in and out of a hot guy’s arse, and his tight fleshy hole is clamped around the head of your hard, throbbing dick. The switch that goes off when you’re sitting at your laptop on a Saturday night, after having turned down an offer from a cutie patootie in a black leather cap because you’d rather be at home watching huge, shredded muscle freaks blowing up their enormous sized biceps while you’re wearing a pair of that very bodybuilder’s shiny blue posing trunks you amazingly found at your local launderette and you know you can’t take it anymore. The switch that goes off when, grabbing on to, and digging your fingers into the enormous sized bicep of the hottest bodybuilder in town, you’re so immensely and unequivocally turned on that thick wads of spunk start shooting out of your cock and filling up your boxer shorts.<br />
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I had always wondered what it would feel like to orgasm without touch. Whether it was even possible. And what would render me so turned on to cause it.<br />
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I now have the answer to all those questions. In reverse order; feeling and squeezing the hard, flexed bicep of Liam “The Guns” Watson. Yes, it’s very much possible. And like your whole fucking body is exploding with cum. Like a thousand stars are shooting out of you. Like you’ve been transported to another realm of pleasure, and there’s no knowing how or when you’ll return.<br />
<br />
I was aware of Liam being there as it was happening. Aware that there was another person in close proximity as my whole body was shaking and trembling and I was releasing groans of extreme pleasure.<br />
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But it wasn’t until the cum had stopped blasting out of my cock, and the intensity of the orgasm had died, that I suddenly started to panic as to what Liam’s reaction would be. And just what the <i>hell</i> was going through his mind.<br />
<br />
Flustered, panting, and with spunk trickling down the inside of my leg, I looked up at Liam’s handsome face and wide eyes to find an expression of complete and utter shock.<br />
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He seemed unable to render any sort of speech. His eyes were darting from my face to my crotch. He seemed confused, but also concerned. <br />
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“Oscar! Are you OK?!”<br />
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<i>OH GOD. OH JESUS.</i><br />
<br />
“Yeah!” I nervously replied.<br />
<br />
“Did you just do what I <i>think</i> you did?”<br />
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“I’m sorry!” I cried. I was partly mortified, partly on the most amazing high because I’d just experienced the single most intense orgasm of my life while squeezing the enormous sized bicep of a real life bodybuilder. <br />
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“Hey, mate! It’s ok!” he said, looking slightly embarrassed. “I've heard of this kind of thing happening. A few bodybuilders I know sometimes - wait, are you on roids?!”<br />
<br />
It would have been a great cover story. I’d heard of bodybuilders experiencing premature ejaculation as a side effect of taking steroids. I’d read the rather horny stories about guys accidentally and spontaneously cumming in their pants as they squeezed out their last rep of a set at the gym. But I felt like it would lead to more questions and probably provoke an unnecessary web of lies, so I shook my head. <br />
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“Oh!” Liam replied. “Wait! Did <i>I</i> cause that?!”<br />
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I winced and nodded. I’d just ejaculated in front of the man. There was no point trying to hide anything now.<br />
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“Did that happen because you felt my BICEP?!” he asked.<br />
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“Yes, mate!” I seemed to have gone completely passed the point of panicking, and was now just fully willing to accept whatever the fuck was coming next.<br />
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“HOLY SHIT!!” Liam cried. He’d been so calm and cool throughout the entire meeting that this sudden outburst completely threw me.<br />
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“I mean ... I know some people get turned on by my muscles. Well, let’s be honest, mostly guys! But ... FUCKING HELL!! This is just NUTS!”<br />
<br />
Of all the ways Liam could have reacted to me accidentally shooting a load in my undies because I simply touched his bicep, this was one of the best, second only to him whipping off his top and giving me free reign to touch every other single part of his body (and thus probably causing yet another explosion in my pants). <br />
<br />
“Wait! Does this sort of thing happen to you a lot?” he asked. “When you, you know ... get turned on?”<br />
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I shook my head. “No. It’s never happened to me before in my life. It really was because, well ... I felt your bicep!”<br />
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“FUCK!” he exclaimed. And that was when the most incredible thing out of everything happened. Liam’s face softened, his expression changed from shock to pride, and his mouth curled into the cockiest grin.<br />
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Liam was clearly on some kind of immense high in the knowledge that someone had cum in their pants just from touching his flexed bicep. It was incredibly infectious, and I couldn’t help but giddly grin back at him, as we both stood there, revelling in this bizarre but special moment that had occurred between us. <br />
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I was almost certain that no ordinary straight man would have been as comfortable as Liam in a similar type of situation. But Liam was no ordinary man. He obviously knew what kind of effect his body had on others. He’d probably heard stories of other bodybuilders indulging in acts of worship for lads like me who were crazy about huge, freaky muscle. <br />
<br />
“So, I’m guessing you’re into muscle just as much as you’re into posing trunks?” he cheekily asked me.<br />
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I sheepishly grinned. “Kinda!”<br />
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“Big day for you then, Oscar!” he exclaimed. <br />
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I sheepishly grinned, but as the high of Liam’s reaction started to wear off, a feeling of embarrassment about the whole situation suddenly crept in.<br />
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“Hey, Liam, I’m sorry if I ... freaked you out.”<br />
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He shrugged. “I was a little freaked. More just surprised though! I mean ... I thought you were ... <i>doing</i> what you were doing. I thought maybe you just had some kind of medical problem though. I didn't think it was because you were touching my bicep!”<br />
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“Are you sure it was that?” he asked again.<br />
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“Definitely!” I replied. <br />
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He grinned uncontrollably again.<br />
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“Maybe I could rent this baby out,” he said looking down at his right relaxed arm. “Come and meet The Incredible Bicep Man,” he joked. “One single touch and you're guaranteed to jizz in your jeans!”<br />
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<i>OH MY FUCKING GOD!!</i><br />
<br />
Shocked, and amused, I laughed out loud at Liam’s outrageously cheeky (and rather fucking horny!) joke, which seemed to inflate his ego even more.<br />
<br />
“You can be my first testimony, Oscar.”<br />
<br />
As I looked up at the man who’d moulded and transformed himself into a magnificent muscle bull so unbelievably hot that just a simple touch of his body was enough to make someone cum, I remember thinking one thing; I’ll be anything you fucking want me to be, Liam. Testimony. Backstage helper and tanning buddie. Human spunk bucket for you to pump your cum into on a nightly bases (SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT)!<br />
<br />
“Hey! What are you doing Sunday?”<br />
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<i>Anything you fucking want me to!</i><br />
<br />
“Ummm … nothing,” I replied casually, while inside trying to control my excitement at what was coming next. Was Liam about to invite me round to his flat again? I knew he most likely straight, but maybe making someone spunk in their pants just from the merely touching him was such an incredible ego trip that he wanted to experience it again?<br />
<br />
“You should come to the show!” he said. My heart sank slightly, and I was bought back to reality. But, still, it was a really nice gesture.<br />
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“You could wear your new posing trunks!” he cheekily added, gesturing to the ruby red posers clutched in my left hand. <br />
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Through the excitement of cumming in my pants from touching one half of Liam’s infamous “Guns”, I’d completely forgotten that I now had a brand new pair of shiny posers to enjoy. And not just a pair that had accidentally been left in a washing machine, but a pair that been gifted to me from a huge, gorgeous muscle bull. I decided in that moment that it would be my first pair of many. That I would make it my mission to have a posing trunk collection just as big and just as hot as Liam’s. <br />
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It was when I was at Liam’s door that he gave me a second causal invite. “Oh, and you should definitely come to Deano’s. I know it has a reputation, but most of the lads are really friendly. Everyone there just wants to build muscle. We’ll got those biceps bigger,” he said, once again checking out my arms again. “Maybe you can do to someone what I just did to you,” he said, his face lighting up and his mischievous grin filling up half of his face. Adorable dimples and all.<br />
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I thought about Ste, and his reaction when he touched my flexed bicep last weekend. I wondered what the chances of making him cum in his pants were, if I got my biceps big enough. Maybe that can be my second mission, along with matching Liam’s trunk collection!<br />
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I stood on the opposite side of Liam “The Guns” Watson front door, sad that the encounter had ended, amazed that it had happened at all, and took one last look at the bodybuilder who, last weekend I’d shot a load to while looking at a picture of him blowing up his biceps in his bedroom while wearing his best pair of shiny posers, and who, tonight, had made me cum in my pants, not by touching myself, but by touching, squeezing, feeling and worshipping one of his ginormous sized, nickname earning biceps.<br />
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The bodybuilder who, much like Ste did last Saturday night, made me grin and blush as he called out my nickname whilst I was walking away from his front door. “See you later … Mr Biceps!”<br />
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The bodybuilder who will forever be in my memory, whether I see him flexing on a bodybuilding stage on Sunday, bump into while pumping up my biceps at Deano’s Gym, or never see again outside of his Instagram page (which would be just fine too), but regularly spunk to pictures and videos of wearing one of the many items from my future collection of shiny, tiny posing trunks.<br />
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Yours,<br />
<br />
Oscar Grimes (feeler, squeezer and worshipper of one of Liam Watson’s guns!) <br />
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<b><u>Saturday February 24th</u></b><br />
<br />
Dear Muscle Diary,<br />
<br />
Sorry I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been a little busy since my encounter with Liam “The Guns” Watson. I’ve joined a new gym, which isn’t quite the hardcore bodybuilding gym that Deano’s is, but it’s a step up from my old one. My (fit but straight) mate from work has written me out a new training plan, which is practically killing me, but I’ve gained ten pounds since I started and almost added an inch to both of my biceps (something which hasn’t gone unnoticed by my work mates!) so something’s definitely working. <br />
<br />
Things have also taken a bit of an unexpected turn on the dating front too. Neither of us meant for it to happen, but a few months back, Ste finally got his kiss. It was amazing, passionate, horny (God it was fucking horny!) and it just felt right. Who would have thought? Kissing him seemed to bring out all of these buried feelings and I now see Ste in an entirely different light. All of the things I loved about him as a friend are still there, but there’s this extra layer too. Oh, and he <i>loves</i> feeling my biceps when we’re going at it (blush). And most other times too, in fact.<br />
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Speaking of biceps, I haven’t seen Liam since he made me cum in my boxers by letting me feel one of his insanely huge, fully flexed biceps in his bedroom, but we do chat fairly regularly on Instagram. I’m always making him laugh with my enthusiastic, encouraging, and not at all bordering on stalker-ish comments. <br />
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Oh, and he looked absolutely INSANE at the bodybuilding show two days after our encounter; full, thick and shredded to the bone with his bright blue Mohawk and matching shiny blue posers. The posers I’d found in the launderette several months ago. The first ever posers I tried on, and spunked in (sorry Liam, mate, but I guess what you don’t know won’t hurt you). I still sometimes wish I had those posers back. Mostly just for sentimental value. <br />
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Oh, and speaking of posers, I have more to tell you on <i>that</i> front too. It’s fair to say that I’ve taken my love of tiny, shiny posing trunks to a whole other level. I’ll explain more in my next entry, but to kick off things off again, diary, let’s start with a new list. Here are the five greatest (and horniest!) muscle related moments of my life so far...<br />
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1. The moment I opened up my first copy of “FLEX” magazine.<br />
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2. Going to my very first bodybuilding show and seeing real life muscle freaks in the flesh.<br />
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3. Finding a pair of Liam “The Guns” Watson’s posing trunks in my washing at my local launderette.<br />
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4. Cumming in my pants while squeezing one of Liam’s infamous biceps in the middle of his bedroom.<br />
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5. The moment Liam “The Guns” Watson reposted an Instagram picture on my newly made account (username: “posingtrunkaddict”) with the caption; “Have you seen these posing trunks? Biggest and best collection I think I’ve ever seen.”<br />
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Yours,<br />
<br />
Oscar Grimes<br />
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Ok guys, here goes with the penultimate part of "Have You Seen These Posing Trunks?"<br />
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Part four saw Oscar turning up at the flat of local competitive bodybuilder Liam "The Guns" Watson to give him back his missing posing trunks. On his way to use the bathroom, Oscar spotted something in Liam's bedroom; a pair of sparkly pink posers lying on his bed. Venturing inside to take a closer look, Oscar then came upon something else; Liam's posing trunk collection lying in an open drawer!<br />
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After marvelling at the trunks of every conceivable colour, Oscar pulled out a pair of super shiny, ruby red trunks he recognised from a picture on Liam's Instagram profile. Picking up the posers, Oscar then bought them to his face, but as he took a deep inhale of the shiny trunk material, he realised he wasn't alone...<br />
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<i>OH FUUUUUCCCKKK!!</i></div>
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Everything in that moment seemed to happen in slow motion. A sudden, intense panic took over. I jumped, threw the trunks back in the drawer and turned to find Liam “The Guns" Watson in his mint green vest, and all two hundred plus pounds of his insanely huge muscle filling up his bedroom doorframe. A look of utter confusion sat on his achingly gorgeous face.<br />
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“Were you ... sniffing my posers?!”<br />
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<i>OH GOD. This can’t be happening. This can NOT be happening.</i><br />
<br />
“NO!” I cried, instinctively. But as soon as I said it, I knew it was ridiculous. He’d caught me red fucking handed. <br />
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I sighed. “I mean ... yes!” I confessed, completely surprising myself.<br />
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Liam was still looking confused. “Why?!” he asked. He didn’t seem angry. More just baffled.<br />
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My brain went into overdrive as I tried to think of a conceivable explanation as to why I was standing uninvited in a bodybuilder’s bedroom sniffing a pair of his posing trunks. But there wasn’t one. There was only one possible explanation. Only one thing to do. I had to tell Liam the truth.<br />
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I winced, closed my eyes, scared of what I was about to say, but knowing I had to say it anyway, and then just blurted it out.<br />
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“Because I love posing trunks!”<br />
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I opened my eyes, a strange relief coming over me. <br />
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“You ... <i>love</i> posing trunks?” Liam repeated, his eyebrows furrowed.<br />
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I nodded, feeling sheepish and nervous, but also strangely elated.<br />
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“I guess ... I sort of have a <i>thing</i> for them?!”<br />
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“Huh!” Liam replied. “What kind of a thing?” he asked, folding his huge arms across his chest so they bulged and popped to an outrageous degree (FUCK)!<br />
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He was still confused, but it didn’t seem like he was judging me. More than anything, he just seemed curious. <br />
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“Ummmm…” I began, not really knowing how to explain. “I guess, like, how some people are into ... sexy underwear?”<br />
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<i>Sexy underwear they wanna wear under their jeans to Tesco. Sexy underwear they wanna sit in at home and spunk a huge creamy load into while watching a bodybuilder blowing up his nickname earning biceps on their laptops! SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT!</i><br />
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“Oh right!” he exclaimed. “So it’s like ... a fetish?”<br />
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“I guess,” I sheepishly said, feeling my cheeks begin to flush. It’s funny, because I’ve never really thought of my love for shiny posers as being a fetish, but I guess that was probably the easiest way for Liam to have understood it.<br />
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“Are other people into this?” he asked.<br />
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“Yeah! I mean, it’s pretty rare. But yeah … there are others,” I replied, thinking about the fellow trunk lovers I’d spoken to on muscle blogs, via email, and on Twitter, who go just as bonkers over a pair of shiny colourful, glute hugging trunks as I do.<br />
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“What is it about them?!”<br />
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<i>Oh God.</i><br />
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“Erm … I dunno. The shape. The look. The material. <i>Everything</i> really!” I explained, surprising myself at how honest and detailed I was being.<br />
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The whole situation was incredible surreal. I couldn’t quite believe what was happening. I’d just been caught sniffing a pair of posing trunks by the very bodybuilder who owned them and now I was confessing that they turned me on. I was scared, nervous, aroused and excited. All at fucking once.<br />
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And then Liam said something which invoked another emotion; complete and utter surprise.<br />
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“Huh!” he began, still with his obscenely huge arms folded across his chest; the veins popping through the hairless, bronzed tinted skin struggling to contain the pure mass it was covering.<br />
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“Well, mate, this is a new one on me, but ... I think I kinda get it!”<br />
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<i>What. The. FUUUUUCCCKKK!!</i><br />
<br />
I was gob smacked. Completely and utterly speechless. What the <i>fuck</i> was going on?!<br />
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“I mean ... I’m not into them the same way <i>you</i> are, “ Liam explained. “But I <i>do</i> love my posing trunks. I mean … you can probably see that for yourself.” As he said this he gestured to the still open drawer containing his posing trunk collection.<br />
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“There’s definitely something about them,” he confessed. “I usually just wear them for when I’m posting pictures on the Internet. And for competitions obviously. But sometimes ... I think about wearing them just for fun.”<br />
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<i>OH MY FUCKING GOD!! </i><br />
<br />
“I don't really know why”, Liam continued. “It’s kind of like an urge. Instead of wearing boxers, I sometimes think about just popping some shiny trunks on and going down to the shops with them on under my jeans …”<br />
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<i>PANT PANT FUCKING PANT!!</i><br />
<br />
“Is that mad?!” he asked, grinning slightly.<br />
<br />
“Ummmm …” I replied, wanting to tell him that actually YES - it was a tiny bit bonkers. But also just about the sexiest thing he could have possibly fucking said to me. <br />
<br />
“Wow! So you must have thought you’d struck gold when you found my trunks in your washing?" he asked, with a cheeky smile.<br />
<br />
My cheeks suddenly reddened but I couldn’t help but smirk back. “Ummm ... kinda,” I replied, feeling like a giddy teenager in the presence of a boy he had a secret crush on.<br />
<br />
“So ... I gotta ask. Why d’ya give ‘em back?”<br />
<br />
<i>Ooooh … errrmm, I dunno. To meet the huge, gorgeous muscle bull who’d made me spunk something fucking rotten (IN his own fucking posers) by blowing up his ginormous guns for the camera.</i><br />
<br />
“It kinda just felt like the right thing to do,” I lied.<br />
<br />
Liam’s mouth curled into an adorable grin, and when I saw those cute little dimples emerge on his cheeks, I felt a stab of guilt that I hadn’t been completely honest with him. <br />
<br />
I decided to balance this out by telling him a truth. It was probably good that this was said so hastily in my attempt to ease my conscious, because if I’d have thought it through before hand, I probably wouldn’t have said it. <br />
<br />
“Plus ... I guess I just wanted to meet you,” I said, blushing furiously.<br />
<br />
“Ahhhh. Mate!” Liam replied bashfully, but smirking in a way that one does when they’ve just been thrown a compliment. <br />
<br />
“You know, that’s one part of being well known on the bodybuilding scene that I can’t get used to,” Liam began. “People that I don’t know wanting to meet me. Talk to me even. It’s happening more and more since I started “The Guns” nickname. I mean, it’s awesome. And flattering. But ... I’m just a lad who likes to lift things …”<br />
<br />
<i>Liam “The Guns” Watson - marry me NOW!</i><br />
<br />
“… and stomp around stages in shiny, tiny posers, obviously,” he added, grinning.<br />
<br />
<i>Hold that thought. I’m just gonna spunk in my boxers first. FUCKING HELL!! </i><br />
<br />
“So, I take it you have your own posing trunk collection?” Liam asked. <br />
<br />
I couldn’t help but smirk at this. Just the fact that a bodybuilder was asking me if I owned posing trunks in such a casual manner was both absurd, and fucking incredible.<br />
<br />
“Erm … no actually!” I replied. “I don't even have one pair!”<br />
<br />
“Why not?” Liam asked.<br />
<br />
“I dunno!” I was still smirking, trying to wonder whether I was actually having this conversation, or whether someone was about to come along and pinch me to wake me up. “I guess I’ve always been worried I’ll look a little silly in them,” I replied, honestly.<br />
<br />
“You could definitely pull them off!” he exclaimed. I grinned even more as Liam’s eyes, once again, focused on my upper arms.<br />
<br />
Of all the things that had happened at Liam’s flat up until that moment, nothing was as surprising as what the gorgeous muscle bull in front of me did next.<br />
<br />
He looked at his open drawer, which contained what had to be one of the hottest and most impressive collection of posers in the country, if not the fucking world.<br />
<br />
His eyes then fell on me again, and he seemed to contemplating something. Battling with himself, even, over whether he should say what he was thinking.<br />
<br />
He then shook his head to himself and firmly said, “Fuck it! Take ‘em!”<br />
<br />
Completely confused, I stood there looking at Liam. He signalled to the open drawer. <br />
<br />
“Take the red trunks.”<br />
<br />
<i>Ermm. Huh! WHAT?!!</i><br />
<br />
“I owe you one for bringing my special blue trunks back. So you can have the red ones. I probably have way too many pairs anyway.”<br />
<br />
<i>What. The. Actual. Fuckety. Fucking. FUCK?!</i><br />
<br />
I was dumbfounded. Not only had Liam been unbelievably cool and calm with the fact that he’d not only caught me in his bedroom uninvited, but with a pair of his posers shoved in my face, not to mention my confession that I secretly got the horn for shiny posers, but he was now actually gifting me said posing trunks. Right there in that moment, looking at the insanely gorgeous muscle freak before me, tanned and bulging out of his mint green vest while his outrageously hot Mohawk sat on his insanely hot head, I swear, diary, I actually fell a little bit in love with him.<br />
<br />
“Are you sure?” I tentatively asked, hoping and praying that the answer would be “YES.” <br />
<br />
“Take ‘em before I change my mind,” he replied.<br />
<br />
I reached in the drawer and my cock juddered as I was, once again, instantly met with the soft, shiny fabric of posers, and pulled out the bright red ruby trunks.<br />
<br />
I blushed furiously as I awkwardly stood there with my brand new gifted posers clutched in my right hand. <br />
<br />
Liam was mischievously grinning at me. It seemed as if he was enjoying seeing me squirm. “I reckon those bad boys’ll suit you!” he said.<br />
<br />
I goofily grinned and just stood, red faced, letting him tease me for his own enjoyment. Letting him do whatever the FUCK he wants to me. <br />
<br />
“Well, thanks again for bringing my trunks back to me, mate! And I hope, ummmm ... I lived up to the bodybuilder on the Instagram profile?” he said, slightly bashfully.<br />
<br />
“God yeah!” I enthusiastically replied, without hesitation.<br />
<br />
Liam chuckled. “I hope “The Guns” lived up to it too!” he added, with a devilish grin.<br />
<br />
“Definitely!” I replied, feeding his ego. <br />
<br />
With the surrealism of enjoying friendly banter with a bodybuilder about the size of his biceps, I suddenly felt a surge of confidence. I didn’t think there was anything he could have said, or done, to make me blush even more at that point, so I reasoned I had nothing left to lose.<br />
<br />
“I loved that front double bicep shot you posted last weekend!” I said.<br />
<br />
“Oh yeah?” Liam replied. “That was a popular one!”<br />
<br />
And then, with one swift movement, Liam instructing me take his ruby red posing trunks suddenly wasn’t the greatest moment of our encounter. </div>
<br />
Lifting both of his arms up, Liam was suddenly flexing his enormous, nickname earning guns in a front double bicep pose. His face was scrunched up, and his mouth wide open in the exact same arrogant expression he’d worn in the picture I’d shot a massive load to the Saturday before. Only this time, I wasn’t looking at a picture on the Internet. This time the scene was happening right before my eyes, in Liam “The Guns” Watson’s bedroom, just a mere few feet from where I stood.<br />
<br />
I wanted to pause time. To stay in that moment for as long as I wanted. To stand there staring at the image of this mighty flexing muscle bull before me. To marvel at the sheer hugeness of the bronze painted balls of muscle bulging off each of his upper arms. To study the vein (that <i>glorious</i> fucking vein) running down the middle of the right bicep. To let him overwhelm me with his display of pure power and hyper masculinity.<br />
<br />
“FUCK!” I cried in response.<br />
<br />
When Liam relaxed, he instantly started laughing. His face beaming, he was clearly on some kind of incredible high from being a muscle freak, two days out from his next bodybuilding show, flexing and showing off his enormous muscles for an audience. <i>Any</i> audience - even near strangers who he’d just caught sniffing his posing trunks.<br />
<br />
“Just as impressive in person?” Liam asked.<br />
<br />
“YEAH!!” I exclaimed in response. The rush of seeing Liam flexing in the flesh seemed to diminish any leftover nerves and shyness. “Unbelievable mate!”<br />
<br />
Still proudly grinning, Liam then bought his fists together and outrageously squeezed a quick most muscular pose, accompanied by a deep, playful, and unspeakably hot grunt. “EURGH!!” <br />
<br />
The plates of pec muscle underneath his vest squeezed together. His enormous triceps erupted like crazy. His upper body just a mass of solid, bunched up, beautifully carved muscle.<br />
<br />
It barely lasted two seconds, but just like the moment Liam first opened his front door, just like when he’d walked into his living room with his muscle bulging out of his mint green vest, and just like when he’d flexed his monstrous biceps in front of me, I was positive the scene would forever be imprinted on my memory. <br />
<br />
“Fucking HELL!!” I exclaimed, inhibitions almost completely gone. <br />
<br />
And then, the unthinkable happened. Liam flexed again! Bending forward slightly, he cranked out a brutal, power packed, crab most muscular; his teeth gritted and his nose scrunched in brilliantly animated fashion. <br />
<br />
His watermelon-like delts filled up my view. Enormous, round boulders of gorgeously bronzed muscle. His biceps had never looked bigger, or more beautiful. Balls of inhuman muscle, squeezed and popped to an absurd degree. And, out of nowhere, two thick mounds of trap muscle erupted either side of his neck like two vicious little creatures about to pounce on their prey (let it be me, <i>please</i> let it be me), stretching the mint green cotton material of the straps of his vest. <br />
<br />
I wanted to lick those traps. Feel the solid muscle and paper thin skin underneath my tongue. Work my mouth down until I was kissing his enormous delts. Taste the tan, sweat and mass of a roided up muscle God who’d pushed his body to unspeakable limits. I wanted to suck on his biceps. Feel that throbbing vein against my tongue. The more Liam would squeeze, the harder his bicep would become and the more the vein would throb, the harder I would suck and the closer my dick would get to exploding with cum.<br />
<br />
When Liam straightened up he was still beaming proudly, but there was an ever so slight bashfulness there too. He held his fist out for me to bump in a bro-ish manner. I obviously obliged, wondering whether even a simple touch of his knuckles against mine would increase my arousal (it did, fucking HELL it did). <br />
<br />
“Always fun posing for an appreciative muscle fan!”<br />
<br />
I wanted to ask for more. I wanted to watch Liam hit a whole host of poses. See his lats spread out like wings, and his tits jump up to his chin as he blasted out a front lat spread. Watch his thick pec explode off his chest, and his right bicep bulge as he treated me to a side chest pose. I wanted him to whip off his vest so I could watch his block-like tummy muscles crunch and burst through his gorgeous skin as he squeezed out an abs and thighs pose. And I wanted more of those power packed, trap erupting most musculars. A whole fucking volley of them. One after the other. <br />
<br />
And while Liam flexed, posed, crunched and scrunched, I wanted to explore every single one of his obscenely developed body parts with my hands. Squeeze every mound of muscle. Feel every lump and bump. To do the thing I’ve wanted to do since opening my very first copy of “FLEX” magazine; worship a real life, competition conditioned muscle monster. I want it. I need it. I have to fucking have it.<br />
<br />
“Thanks again for coming round, Oscar,” Liam said.<br />
<br />
I was suddenly snapped back to reality. “No worries,” I feebly said. “Thanks for the er… trunks,” I said, blushing at the reference to the inexplicably shiny red posers I was probably going to blow a massive load into as soon as I got home. <br />
<br />
He grinned in response. The most gorgeous, dimple revealing grin. I was gonna miss those dimples. “No problem, mate!” Liam said chirpily. “Glad to be able to repay you for giving me back the others,” he said, referring to the sentimental trunks he’d not long been reunited with.<br />
<br />
Liam turned to walk out of his bedroom door, and I took a step to follow, but something was suddenly bursting to get out of me.<br />
<br />
I’d been brave enough to contact Liam. To come to his flat. To give him back the missing posers I’d found, obsessed about, developed a crazy obsession with, and finally creamed into.<br />
<br />
I’d been brave enough to wander into his bedroom uninvited. To check out the sparkly pink posing trunks lying on his bed. To reach into the drawer full of posing trunks. To pull one out and take a big whiff of the material. <br />
<br />
I’d been brave enough to admit to Liam that I had a fetish for shiny posers. But it wasn’t enough. There was something else I needed to do before I left Liam’s flat. Something that would take just one last ounce of bravery. <br />
<br />
<i>I want it. I need it. I have to fucking have it.</i><br />
<br />
“WAIT!”<br />
<br />
<b>To be continued...</b>muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-23734746083929646662018-02-01T18:43:00.000+00:002018-02-01T18:43:12.530+00:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: HAVE YOU SEEN THESE POSING TRUNKS? (PART 4)<i>"Staring back at me was not just one pair of posing trunks. Not even just two. But a whole host of shiny posers. Of every colour conceivable. Orange. Purple. Green. Even gold! All as shiny as the rest. <br /><br />My heart was pounding and my cock was furiously pulsating as I looked down at the plethora of shiny, colourful material. I had found Liam “The Guns” Watson’s posing trunk collection. And it was the most glorious and downright fucking horny collection you could imagine."</i><br />
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It's time for part 4 of "Have You Seen These Posing Trunks?"<br />
<br />
In the last part, muscle junkie Oscar returned to the launderette where he'd previously found a pair of local bodybuilder Liam "The Guns" Watson's shiny blue posing trunks mixed in amongst his washing, to find that the gorgeous muscle bull had erected a poster asking if anyone had seen those very trunks. Thus providing Oscar with the opportunity to meet and converse with a genuine, competition conditioned bodybuilder.<br />
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After much deliberation over whether to give up the trunks he'd come to love so much, Oscar seized the day and got in contact with "The Guns". Now he's on his way over to the flat of the gorgeous, 200 plus pounds muscle freak...<br />
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<u><b>Friday July 21st - 10:00 pm</b></u><br />
<br />
Dear Muscle Diary, <br />
<br />
My name is Oscar Grimes and I'm obsessed with exactly two things; shiny, tiny, brightly coloured posing trunks, and the huge, roided muscle bulls who wear them.<br />
<br />
Last Wednesday was a day I'll never forget. Not only did I witness a bodybuilder in the flesh in my local launderette, but I also found a pair of his posing trunks left behind in one of the machines.<br />
<br />
And today, Friday July 21st, is also a day I’ll never forget. For so, so many reasons.<br />
<br />
I've always found it amazing how a single moment can stick in your memory and stay there forever. So many things happen to us every single day, and many of them are forgotten so quickly. But sometimes, something will stay in our heads. Like our brain takes a picture of a precise moment that we can access any time we like. And every time we do, it’s almost as clear as when it happened. Today was full of those very moments. <br />
<br />
One of which was when Liam “The Guns” Watson opened the door to his flat, and all six feet and two hundred plus pounds of him was stood staring at me from over the threshold.<br />
<br />
Obviously I’d encountered this absurdly sexy muscle beast in the flesh two Wednesday’s before when we’d waddled into the launderette. Another such moment that will forever be etched on to my memory. <br />
<br />
And yet, as he stood looking at me with a warm, inviting smile, I was completely overwhelmed with just how insanely fucking hot he was.<br />
<br />
Presumably because he was only two days out from competing, his skin was tinted a gorgeous, golden colour. A few more coats and he’d be bronzed and ready to step to stage. It completely contrasted with my typically pale complexion. <br />
<br />
His hair had changed since our first encounter a week and a half ago. It was now shaved except for a strip down the middle, which was not only spiked up and styled into a hot Mohawk, but dyed bright blue in the most outrageous fashion. <br />
<br />
Strong, masculine features sat on his handsome face. His slightly large, jug ears stuck out in the sexiest fashion (perfect for grabbing hold of with both sets of fingers when pounding his obscenely huge arse) and on both cheeks, either side of his devastatingly gorgeous grin, sat two little dimples like parenthesis. (The most adorable looking parenthesis you’re ever likely to see.)<br />
<br />
As for the mountain of outrageously developed muscle sitting below his neckline; annoyingly, it was covered up save for the top of his broad chest peeking out over the top of the same black hoodie he'd worn at the launderette. <br />
<br />
Much like on that occasion, he was wearing long shorts, so everything bar his completely smooth, bronzed shins were covered up. <br />
<br />
But even though there was very little beef on display, I was still completely overwhelmed and incredibly aroused by his enormous frame. Standing before me was a man who’d moulded and transformed his once ordinary sized body into that of an excessively sized muscle freak. <br />
<br />
I couldn’t help but wonder at one moment had Liam realised he’d crossed the line from gym going muscle lad into all out roided muscle bull? When random strangers had started gawping, shrieking and pointing at him as he walked down North Street? When he’d attempted to buy a hoodie in H&M to discover it was too small, forcing him to buy an XXL sized one from the shop at Deano’s Gym? Or maybe it had the first time he'd looked in the mirror and his dick had instantly exploded at the image of the monstrous muscle freak staring back at him?<br />
<br />
“Oscar?” he asked as I stood at the door, about an inch shorter than him, the shiny blue posing trunks I’d said my sad goodbyes to fifteen minutes before tucked up in the backpack slung over my regular sized, non freaky shoulders.<br />
<br />
The nerves I’d felt walking to Liam’s house seemed to have been overtaken by a sense of sheer shock and disbelief of being in the presence of, not only a real life competitive bodybuilder, but one as utterly huge and sexy as Liam.<br />
<br />
“Yeah. Hi!” I said, trying to keep my focus on his face, and not be too blatant about staring at his enormous frame.<br />
<br />
“Come in mate,” he said, ushering me over the threshold and shutting the door behind me. As he sidled past me, we were closer than ever. Just being in such close proximity to a muscle bull of such magnificent size was incredibly horny. <br />
<br />
I followed Liam into his flat, taking in his huge back covered up by his Deano’s Gym hoodie and his outrageously developed and astonishingly huge arse stretching the material of his blue shorts.<br />
<br />
“Do you want a drink Oscar?”<br />
<br />
I loved the way he called me by my name like we were friends, even though we’d only just met. <br />
<br />
“Ummm … can I just have some water please?”<br />
<br />
“Sure mate!” Liam replied, before disappearing into the kitchen and leaving me in the living room of Brighton's biggest and sexiest muscle bull. I quickly scoured the room. A big Union Jack rug sat on the floor, matching Union Jack cushions sat on the black leather sofa, a huge flat screen TV was stuck to the wall, and sitting on a book shelf at the end of the sofa were multiple bodybuilding trophies, shaped like mini muscle men.<br />
<br />
Three framed pictures sitting on a shelf above his mantelpiece caught my eye. An old fashioned photo of a married couple I presumed to be his parents, an adorable picture of a black French bulldog looking joyful with his pink tongue flat out and a picture of Liam himself; tanned from head to toe, his whole body a mass of bronzed, shredded, competition conditioned muscle mass, a medal round his neck and a bodybuilding trophy at his feet. And all he was wearing was a pair of bright blue, shiny posing trunks. The very same posing trunks tucked up in my backpack at that precise moment! <br />
<br />
My dick juddered as I moved closer to get a better look at shredded Liam, flexing a hand on hips most muscular, an ecstatic grin on his oh-so gorgeous face, every freakishly developed muscle separated my beautiful lines and cuts. And all in those very familiar posing trunks. The hottest blue posing trunks in the world. The trunks I’d sniffed, and rubbed in my face as I wanked myself stupid. The trunks I’d fucking SPUNKED in just six nights before!<br />
<br />
“That was my first ever win mate!” I jumped as Liam “The Guns” Watson re-entered the room, and when I spun around to face him, I was met with an image so surreal and unexpected my jaw literally dropped, and my mouth hung open for just a second as I tried to compose myself.<br />
<br />
Liam had taken his hoodie off, and now had only a mint green coloured vest partially covering his upper body. His bare shoulders were absolutely fucking ridiculous. Like two bronzed half watermelons bulging either side of his frame. <br />
<br />
I could see a lot more of his chest. Huge, thick plates of muscle which stretched out the material of the vest at the bottom (begging to be squeezed, fondled and played with) and spilled out of the material at the top. <br />
<br />
And his arms. Jesus fucking CHRIST those arms. Nothing could have prepared me for seeing those in the flesh. The biggest upper arms I’ve ever seen on any human being outside of a bodybuilding competition.<br />
<br />
It was like they’d been injected with every fucking steroid and growth hormone on the market and pumped till they were in danger of going pop.<br />
<br />
Even relaxed I could see that vein I’d become familiar from his Instagram pictures, snaking down the middle of the left bicep. His forearms were obscenely thick too. Almost twice the size of mine, completely hairless and snaked in outrageous veins.<br />
<br />
As he walked towards me and reached out his right arm with a glass of water, freaky striations suddenly erupted underneath the paper thin, gorgeously golden skin of the accompanying shoulder.<br />
<br />
I took the water, all the while in a state of shock that I was in the presence of a man so freakishly huge and muscular.<br />
<br />
I wondered in that moment if Liam ever played with He-Man action figures as a young lad. And then I wondered just what that lad would have thought if he’d have somehow been shown what an enormous, superhuman muscle bull he’d become as an adult. <br />
<br />
“Sorry Oscar! I didn't mean to make you jump,” he said. His mouth curled into a mischievous grin as he said it, and I got the sense that he not only knew that his incredible body was making me nervous, but was also getting a bit of a kick out it.<br />
<br />
Whether he had any idea of the <i>other</i> thoughts that were going through my head I wasn’t sure. Or what effect his newly revealed slabs, lumps, bumps and mounds of obscenely developed muscle were having on my crotch.<br />
<br />
“Novice class of Mr Brighton 2014,” Liam added, referring to the picture of him on his mantle piece.<br />
<br />
“You probably recognise the trunks!” he exclaimed, grinning even more, with those adorable dimples appearing in his cheeks. Meanwhile, I furiously blushed at the mere mention of the item of clothing I’d been obsessing about for the past week.<br />
<br />
“It's partly why I was so gutted when I lost them. Sentimental value and all that,” he said, slightly sheepishly, making me want to melt into his Union Jack rug.<br />
<br />
I nodded. “I get that!” I replied.<br />
<br />
“You must have thought I was a bit of a nutter for putting up that poster!” he said.<br />
<br />
I’ve always struggled to conceal my true feelings. I winced slightly and made a, “Hmmmm…” noise, to which Liam just laughed.<br />
<br />
“I was a bit desperate mate! I went straight back to the launderette when I realised they were missing. I think I scared the woman working there a bit. Not just cause I was trying to explain to her what a pair of posing trunks looked like, but because, well …” at this point Liam paused, looked down and signalled to his body. The huge, freakishly muscular, competition ready body bulging out of the mint green vest just inches away from me. FUCK!<br />
<br />
“The poster idea came to me when I saw a similar one for a missing cat taped to a lamppost a few days earlier. I went back and asked the old dear in the launderette if I could put it up. I think she thought I was well and truly NUTS but let me do it anyway. Probably for fear I was gonna eat her!”<br />
<br />
I laughed out loud at this, and Liam grinned.<br />
<br />
“I’m guessing it was the first time anyone’s ever put up a poster for a missing pair of posers,” he said, still grinning and looking rather pleased himself. I was getting the impression that Liam rather liked doing things which were not completely of the norm.<br />
<br />
“I honestly wasn’t expecting anyone to respond to it! So I was really chuffed when I got your text Oscar! It's not just the fact that I won my first ever show in them. I’m competing on Sunday and they were gonna be my trunks for the finals. To match the hair,” he explained, running his right hand through his outrageously hot, bright blue Mohawk. “It's kind of an ensemble. Blue hair. Blue trunks. To make me standout,” he said, cheekily grinning.<br />
<br />
It seemed utterly absurd that a man this huge and gorgeous would need to make any sort of attempt to stand out in a group or crowd. <br />
<br />
“Plus, I guess they’re kind of my favourite trunks,” he added, shrugging and looking a little sheepish.<br />
<br />
I couldn't help but smile at this. The idea of Liam having a favourite pair of posers was as adorable as his dimples. <br />
<br />
He’d stopped talking and there seemed to be something hanging in the air. Liam had an expectant look on his face and the penny suddenly dropped. He was waiting for his posing trunks. Of <i>course</i> he fucking was.<br />
<br />
“Oh! Your posers,” I said. The word had left my mouth without any kind of pre-thought. Turning around from Liam to fetch the trunks from my backpack sitting on his sofa, I had no idea whether he noticed that I’d gone bright red with embarrassment. But I was also feeling a rush of adrenaline too. I had never said the word “posers” or “posing trunks” to another person out loud before.<br />
<br />
My heart was pounding as I fetched the obscenely shiny, blue trunks out of my bag. An act which enhanced my adrenaline even more. Turning around and nervously handing the posing trunks I’d shot a huge wad of spunk into back to the gorgeous muscle freak standing before me was single handily the most surreal moment of my life up to that point.<br />
<br />
“Thanks dude!” Liam said, beaming as he was reunited with his beloved trunks, now dangling in his right hand, in the horniest image. A huge sexy muscle bull reunited with his favourite shiny posers. There was still a part of me which had doubted whether I’d done the right thing in parting ways with the posing trunks I’d come to love so much. But standing in front of Liam in that moment, I realised I’d absolutely made the right decision. I wondered whether it would be completely out of the question to request him to strip, put the posers on and start hitting up some poses in the living room? <br />
<br />
“So how come you didn't hand them in?” he asked. <br />
<br />
<i>Because I fucking LOVE tiny, shiny, slurp-tastic posing trunks! </i><br />
<br />
"I, ummm … didn't find them until I’d gotten home,” I lied.<br />
<br />
“Ahhhh! That makes sense,” Liam said, nodding, and making me feel slightly guilty.<br />
<br />
“So, you go to Deano’s?”<br />
<br />
The question completely threw me. Why on Earth would he think I go to the most hardcore gym in town? My biceps aren’t THAT good, are they?!<br />
<br />
“Erm .... no. I go to Fitness Addicts,” I replied, nervously.<br />
<br />
“Oh right. I just assumed,” he said. Liam was looking at my upper arms, which were mostly on show below the sleeve of my t-shirt. An actual bodybuilder was checking out my biceps. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. But I also felt something else. Flattery. Confusion. He actually thought I went to Deano’s Gym. What the fuck?!<br />
<br />
“So ... how do you know me?”<br />
<br />
This question threw me even more. I was completely and utterly baffled. And then he explained himself, and everything suddenly make sense.<br />
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“You used my name in your text message.”<br />
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<i>HOLY FUCKING JESUS!!</i><br />
<br />
I wanted the ground to swallow me up. To pause time and run the hell out of Liam's flat. I used his name in my text message! “<i>Hi Liam!</i>” How could I have been so fucking stupid?!<br />
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My brain went into panic mode. How WOULD I know Liam? Me, a regular sized, non-bodybuilding guy? How could I explain that I was completely and utterly obsessed with huge, freaky muscle? That I regularly creamed off to pictures and videos of posing trunk sporting muscle bulls on the Internet, just like I did with a picture of him when I stumbled across his profile on Instagram on Saturday night? And that’s when it hit me. An answer for Liam which could just save me.<br />
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“I follow you on Instagram,” I hastily said, my voice trembling slightly. <br />
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“Oh right!” he replied. The answer seemed good enough for him. “I forget I’m pretty well known on the Internet. So you follow bodybuilding?” he asked.<br />
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“Yeah,” I replied, nervously, but fairly confidently. It was the truth after all.<br />
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“Awesome!” Liam exclaimed. His eyes went back to my arms, and his next statement made me blush crimson. <br />
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“I can see you've got some biceps on you!” he exclaimed with a cheeky grin.<br />
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I sheepishly grinned. I couldn’t help it. I don’t know why I said what I did next. Maybe it was the confidence of having a bodybuilder praise the size of my arms.<br />
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“The guys I work with actually have a nickname for me.”<br />
<br />
“Oh yeah?” Liam asked with one of his eyebrows raised.<br />
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I nodded, blushing like crazy and regretting what I’d said, but knowing it was too late to back out of the conversation.<br />
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“They call me Mr Biceps!” I said, wincing.<br />
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“HAHA!! That's awesome!” Liam exclaimed. “Mr Biceps! I like that. They call me “The Guns”, but you probably know that already,” he said.<br />
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I smiled and nodded and my eyes went straight to those upper arms of him. Huge, bronzed, and the size of fucking tree trunks!<br />
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It would have been the perfect opportunity for Liam to have lifted those bad boys up, and given me a quick, cheeky, front double bicep pose. Or to lift up one of his forearms, squeeze his fist and flex one of those hard, marble-esque balls of beef. But sadly, he didn’t do either of those things. <br />
<br />
Suddenly needing to relieve myself of the water Liam had given me, and also perhaps wanting to prolong my encounter with this gorgeous, cheeky, charming bodybuilder I‘d amazingly found myself in the company of, I asked Liam if I could use his bathroom. <br />
<br />
Today was full of moments I’ll never forget and, and being distracted by something on my way to Liam “The Guns” Watson’s bathroom was most certainly one of them. Along with every single thing that followed that night until I eventually left his flat. <br />
<br />
With all the doors in Liam’s flat wide open, it wasn’t hard to spot his bathroom. But as I got to the bathroom door, something in the room next to it suddenly caught my eye. Something which made me stop dead in my tracks.<br />
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Lying on what was clearly Liam’s bed was a pair of bright pink posing trunks. Not just bright pink, but glittery, sparkly and indecently shiny. FUCK!<br />
<br />
I went into the bathroom with my mind completely pre-occupied with the image of those posers. Trying to will my boner to go down so I could take a piss knowing the world's sparkliest pink posers were casually lying on the bed of a beefed up bodybuilder whose house I’d amazingly found myself in, right next door was virtually impossible.<br />
<br />
When I’d finally relieved myself, I walked back into the hallway of Liam’s flat, my heart pounding because all I knew I had to do was turn my head towards his bedroom and I’d get to see those gloriously pink posers once again.<br />
<br />
I stopped in my tracks, peeked down the hall to check Liam wasn’t coming to find me and turned to his bedroom. Sure enough, there they were. The bright pink posing trunks of Brighton’s hottest bodybuilder. Just as shiny and sparkly as before. <br />
<br />
I should have turned around right there and then. Walked back to Liam’s living room, and enjoyed the last of what had been a short but fucking incredible encounter with a real life, gorgeous muscle bull.<br />
<br />
But I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop staring at those shiny posers. Just lying there on his bed. Had they been worn earlier that day? Had Liam tried them on and hit a few poses in the mirror, trying to decide if they were coming to the show that weekend, along with the beloved, newly reunited blue posers he’d lost at the launderette the week before.<br />
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Maybe he’d just tried them on for fun? Maybe he’d been wearing them earlier that day. Maybe they’d been hiding under his trackies at the gym. Maybe he liked the feel of the shiny material against his ass and dick as he pumped up his enormous muscles and worked himself into a sweat? OH GOD!!<br />
<br />
When I think about it now, I actually can’t quite believe what I did next. But I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from those shiny pink posing trunks. I was transfixed. Hypnotised by the pink sparkly material. It was like they were calling me. Beckoning me to go forward. So I did. I put one foot in front of the other, and walked into Liam “The Guns” Watson’s bedroom.<br />
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A strong stench hit me as I walked through the doorway. A hot, powerful, masculine odour. Like the bodybuilding version of a teenage boy’s bedroom. <br />
<br />
His bed sheets were grey and the walls were painted dark red. I had seen those walls before. On the back wall I could see the familiar poster of “Pumping Iron”. Arnold Schwarzenegger, quite possibly Liam’s hero as a horny, muscle crazed teenager, looking down at a single flexed bicep in black and white. <br />
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This was the room in the photo of Liam flexing his insane biceps with his mouth wide open in outrageously arrogant fashion on his Instagram. The photo I’d wanked off and spunked to whilst wearing a pair of his posing trunks just six days before. <br />
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But now another pair of Liam’s posers had taken over my mind. The shiny, sparkly pink fuckers I was getting closer to with every step I took, until I was standing at the foot of Liam’s double bed, looming over them. <br />
<br />
I turned to the door to double check Liam wasn’t there, and nervously picked up the posers. They felt fucking incredible in my fingers. Soft. Smooth. And insanely horny. An image flashed in my mind of stuffing the pink posers in my jeans pocket, silently creeping towards Liam’s front door and running all the way home.<br />
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I placed the pink posers back on the bed, trying to position them as they’d been before I picked them up. I turned to leave, when something in an open drawer of Liam’s wardrobe suddenly stopped me dead in my tracks; the bright shiny material of <i>another</i> pair of posing trunks. And not just one! I moved closer to the open drawer, looked down and was met with, quite possibly, the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.<br />
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Staring back at me was not just one pair of posing trunks. Not even just two. But a whole host of shiny posers. Of every colour conceivable. Orange. Purple. Green. Even gold! All as shiny as the rest. <br />
<br />
My heart was pounding and my cock was furiously pulsating as I looked down at the plethora of shiny, colourful material. I had found Liam “The Guns” Watson’s posing trunk collection. And it was the most glorious and downright fucking horny collection you could imagine.<br />
<br />
I wanted to shrink myself down to five inches tall and climb inside the drawer. Stand completely surrounded by the shiny, colourful material of a bodybuilder’s posing trunk collection. Run through the shiny fabric completely naked. Bathe in it. Wrap my whole body in it. Feel and smell the posing trunk material all around me. A miniature sized trunk loving muscle addict in a sea of giant, shiny posers. <br />
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I nervously looked to Liam’s bedroom door again. It hit me in that moment. Even though I had been nervous, scared even, to phone up Liam and come to his flat. I did it because a deep rooted desire took hold of me and over rode that fear. <br />
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And that’s exactly what was happening to me in that moment. I was nervous to be trespassing in Liam’s bedroom, standing over his posing trunk collection lying in his drawer. I knew it was wrong. That I shouldn’t have been there. That I’d never be able to explain myself if he walked in and caught me. But desire had taken over. <br />
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The same desire I’d felt when I’d picked up my very first copy of “FLEX” magazine in my local WH Smith when I was fifteen years old and nervously took it to the counter. The same desire burning inside of me when I was stood outside an exhibition centre with a ticket to my first ever bodybuilding show stuffed into my wallet. The same desire which took over me when I was holding Liam’s shiny blue posing trunks in my hand last Saturday night and pulling them up my legs.<br />
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And now, that very desire was willing me to reach my hand into the open drawer before me and pull out the unmistakable ruby red posing trunks Liam had been wearing in the Instagram photo I’d creamed off to last weekend.<br />
<br />
Somehow, they felt even more incredible than both the blue posers I’d been in possession of for the last week and a half, and the sparkly pink ones I’d been holding just a minute before.<br />
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They were unquestionably shinier than both of those pairs too. Liam “The Guns” Watson’s shiniest posing trunks. Dancing in my fingers. Mine, just for those few seconds. To hold. To feel. To worship. To love.<br />
<br />
Without any hesitation or thought, I closed my eyes, brought the ruby red posing trunks to my face, pressed the shiny material into my nose and mouth, took a deep inhale of the shiny red fabric and...<br />
<br />
“OSCAR?!”<br />
<br />
<i>OH FUUUUUCCCKKK!!</i><br />
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<b>To be continued...</b><br />
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<i> </i>muscleaddicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734151732695498345noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050413444095079705.post-64484434206973552312018-01-24T18:49:00.001+00:002018-01-27T14:02:22.686+00:00MUSCLE FICTION STORY: HAVE YOU SEEN THESE POSING TRUNKS? (PART 3)OK guys, here goes with the third part of "Have You Seen These Posing Trunks?"<br />
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So far, muscle addict and posing trunk lover Oscar Grimes not only saw a real life bodybuilder in his local launderette, but then found a pair of the muscle bull's shiny blue posing trunks he'd accidentally left behind in amongst his washing.<br />
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The second part saw Oscar trying on the trunks, and finding out more about the original owner on the Internet; a local competitive bodybuilder with huge, nickname earning biceps called Liam "The Guns" Watson.<br />
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In this part Oscar's journey takes another unexpected twist when he returns to the launderette for yet another eventful evening, which leaves him with a bit of a muscle related dilemma on his hands...<br />
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<b><u>Monday July 17th </u></b><br />
<br />
Dear Muscle Diary, <br />
<br />
Well, diary, It's been five days since my last visit to the laundrette and almost all of my thoughts are still occupied by two things;<br />
<br />
1. The super shiny, brilliantly blue posing trunks I found sitting amongst my washing in the tumble dryer, now filled up with my muscle loving spunk (blush)! <br />
<br />
2. The original owner of said posing trunks who was part responsible for them being filled up with my muscle loving spunk and whose Instagram profile I've been regularly checking since Saturday night; Liam “The Guns” Watson! <br />
<br />
So you might think I'm slightly bonkers when I make this confession, but now that I've actually put the trunks on (and shot a massive load of spunk into them - ker-SPLAT!), I keep fantasising about wearing them out in public! Obviously not just wearing the posing trunks (I’m pretty sure I’d either get arrested, or carted off to the nearest nut house), but wearing them under my jeans. <br />
<br />
I don't know why but the idea of walking around my local Tesco with the obscenely shiny fabric of a pair of posers clinging to my arse under my jeans really appeals to me! As does wearing them under my trackies at the gym. Using the leg press or pumping up my biceps with my dick tucked into the blue poser material. Or even (and this is the craziest idea of the lot), wearing them to work! Shaking hands with a client, who has absolutely <i>no</i> idea that, underneath my smartest suit trousers, lies the obscenely shiny trunks of a huge, roided bodybuilder! Going to the toilets, unzipping the flies and being greeted with the sight of that bright blue poser material! FUCK!!<br />
<br />
And, as much as I love Liam's posers, I can't stop thinking about how much I'd love to own <i>another</i> pair. Just as shiny as the ones I have, but a different colour. Maybe I'd go for red, like the ones in the Instagram shot of Liam flexing his biceps. Or maybe something more adventurous. Bright pink. Or glittery gold! Maybe I'll buy a couple of pairs and build up a collection. Maybe I’ll make it my personal mission to have a pair of posing trunks from each colour of the rainbow. A different pair to wear and spunk in for every day of the week. Slurp, squirt, SPLAT!<br />
<br />
And as for Liam himself? Well, I just can't comprehend the fact that there's a bodybuilder who is <i>that</i> huge and gorgeous living in Brighton, and presumably not that far away from me if we share the same launderette, who I've seen in the flesh, and who's posers I've fucking SPUNKED in! And with the posing trunks, we'll always have this awesome, special link (even if he does not know it)! <br />
<br />
Since finding him on Instagram on Saturday night, pretty much the first thing I did when I woke up on Sunday morning was check out his profile again. He looked just as huge, just as gorgeous and just as fucking spunk-worthy in the cold (and sober) light of day.<br />
<br />
Since then he's been regularly posting new pictures. More shots of him hitting various poses at home in front of the Pumping Iron poster, and even a few pictures of him flexing at the infamous Deano’s Gym.<br />
<br />
Even more amazing and horny is the fact than in almost every new picture posted he's wearing a DIFFERENT pair of posers! FUCK!! Purple, bright orange and emerald green trunks have all made an appearance. All super shiny. And <i>all</i> incredibly horny. Which begs the question; just how many fucking pairs of posing trunks does Liam “The Guns” Watson own?! And where, and how, can I get my greedy mitts on another one of them? SLURP!!<br />
<br />
Yours,<br />
<br />
Oscar Grimes (possible future owner of <i>more</i> pairs of tiny, shiny posing trunks!)<br />
<br />
<b><u>Tuesday July 18th </u></b><br />
<br />
Dear Muscle Diary, <br />
<br />
So, tomorrow night is laundry night, and exactly one week since I saw local bodybuilder Liam “The Guns” Watson and found a pair of his posing trunks amongst my washing.<br />
<br />
I'm actually kind of nervous. It's not just that I feel like I'm returning to the scene of a crime, but also because I'll be returning with the spunked up posing trunks in my wash bag. I've also had a terrifying thought; what if Liam is at the laundrette again?<br />
<br />
I mean, on one hand, that would be fucking AWESOME because I'd absolutely love to see the gorgeous muscle bull whose Instagram profile I've been regularly checking since creaming a load over on Saturday in the flesh again. But, on the other hand, seeing him again and just knowing that I was in possession of his trunks, <i>which</i> I’ve fucking SPUNKED in, would make me feel incredibly nervous! I'd probably turn into a quivering mess.<br />
<br />
And what if (and this is my biggest fear, diary), he's not only there, but also, somehow <i>sees</i> his missing posing trunks in amongst my washing?<br />
<br />
I have this image of myself sitting on one of the benches in the laundrette waiting for my washing to finish, eagerly and nervously checking the door to see if Liam has walked in. <br />
<br />
The washing then finishes and I'm putting my clothes into the basket ready for the tumble dryer, but ooooops, I accidentally drop the shiny blue posers on the floor, <i>just</i> as Liam Watson walks through the door. FUCK!<br />
<br />
Maybe I should go to another launderette? Maybe I shouldn't take the posers, even though I really want them washed so I can wear (and then shoot another fucking load into) them again? ARRRGHHH!!<br />
<br />
Yours,<br />
<br />
Oscar Grimes (self confessed perpetual worrier!)<br />
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<b><u>Wednesday July 19th </u></b><br />
<br />
Dear Muscle Diary, <br />
<br />
Oh. My. ACTUAL. Fucking. Buggering. GOD! <br />
<br />
I'm starting to wonder whether I'll ever have a non eventful night at that bloody launderette! You will not fucking BELIEVE what's happened now.<br />
<br />
Nope, Liam didn't catch me washing his missing posing trunks. And no, he didn't accidentally leave anther pair of shiny as shit posing trunks in a washing machine for me to find and keep. <br />
<br />
Thankfully, Liam wasn't at the launderette tonight. But I know for a fact that he had been there since his visit last Wednesday. Let me explain, diary.<br />
<br />
With my washing in the machine (creamed up posing trunks included - SLURP!), I sat in my usual spot on the bench by the door. I turned to look at it, half wishing Liam “The Guns” Watson would come waddling through the frame in his Deano’s Gym hoodie, half hoping he wouldn't, and <i>that's</i> when I saw it. <br />
<br />
Something was pinned to the notice board on the wall of the launderette which made me heart leap into my throat and my eyes almost pop clean out of their sockets. Barely able to believe what I was seeing, I nervously stood up and walked towards the notice board to examine it.<br />
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Stuck to the board was a poster. At the top sat six words I never imagined I'd see put together; “<b>HAVE YOU SEEN THESE POSING TRUNKS</b>?” Below them sat text which read, “<b>IF FOUND CALL</b>” followed by a phone number.<br />
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And in the middle of the poster sat a picture of the most beautifully shiny, brilliantly coloured posing trunks you could ever hope to see. The exact same posers I’d found amongst my washing exactly one week ago today. The exact same posers I'd sniffed, tried on, obsessed about and blew a huge creamy load in four nights before. The posing trunks of Liam "The Guns" Watson, who apparently is so desperate to have them back he's erected a poster in the fucking launderette, <i>and</i> supplied his phone number!<br />
<br />
As I tried to comprehend exactly what the hell was happening, a middle aged man sidled up next to me. I looked over to see him examining the poster. He screwed his face up in confusion, then raised one eyebrow and looked at me, as if to say, “What the ACTUAL fuck?!” to which I nervously smiled and furiously blushed.<br />
<br />
I sat back down on the bench, trying to take it all in. Liam wants his posers back. I could see Liam again in person! I could phone him (fuck!), go to his house (FUCK!), actually talk to him in person (OHGODOHGODOHGOD). But that would mean giving the trunks back. The trunks I love so much.<br />
<br />
I looked at the poster from the bench once more and looked at the words at the top. Have I seen those posing trunks? Hmmm. Seen ‘em? Yep! Sniffed ‘em? YEP! Spunked a huge creamy load in ‘em? YEP YEP YEP! <br />
<br />
And then I saw the number again. The phone number of Liam Watson, local muscle God, beef monster and spunk inducer extraordinaire! <br />
<br />
Whatever my decision, I wouldn't get anywhere without that number. I waited for my washing to finish, and as I headed out the door, I stopped once more at the notice board and nervously got out my phone.<br />
<br />
Pretending I was looking at a flyer just beneath it, I tapped Liam’s number into my contacts, before leaving the launderette with the freshly cleaned trunks in my bag, and absolutely no clue what the hell I was going to do next.<br />
<br />
Yours,<br />
<br />
Oscar Grimes (possessor of Liam “The Guns” Watson’s phone number - FUCKING HELL)!<br />
<br />
<u><b>Thursday July 20th - 8:00 pm</b></u><br />
<br />
Dear Muscle Diary, <br />
<br />
Just one question; what the actual buggering fuck am I gonna do?<br />
<br />
So, last Wednesday night I couldn't sleep because I couldn't stop thinking about Liam’s posing trunks. Well, last night I couldn't sleep because I couldn't stop thinking about the poster Liam had outrageously (and crazily!) put up in the laundrette asking if anyone had seen them, and just what that means for me.<br />
<br />
I have the opportunity to speak to, meet, and converse with the huge, gorgeous bodybuilder I spunked off to on Saturday night while looking at a picture of him blowing up his enormous nickname earning biceps <i>whilst</i> wearing an actual pair of his super shiny posing trunks! FUUUUUCKK!!<br />
<br />
But, as much as the idea of meeting Liam excites me, it fucking <i>terrifies</i> me. Even just the initial first contact. Phoning the number he gave on the poster. Actually speaking to him on phone! Oh God! What the fuck would I say?<br />
<br />
“Ummm ... hi there. Yeah. I have, well, practically <i>stole</i> your posing trunks, <i>which</i> I fucking SPUNKED in by the way. <i>Whilst</i> looking at a picture of you blowing up your biceps on my laptop.”<br />
<br />
OK, so maybe I wouldn't say those EXACT words. But even just the idea of saying the words “posing trunks” out loud to another person (<i>any</i> person) makes me nervous. <br />
<br />
And then to actually meet Liam in person, to go to his house, or for him to come here (a huge competitive bodybuilder in my FLAT!), talk to him, converse with him, hand him back his posers ... OH JESUS!!<br />
<br />
By the way, diary, is it completely and immorally wrong to give a bodybuilder his trunks back AFTER you've wanked and blown a huge creamy load in them? I put that very question into Google but, strangely, nothing came back. I may be the first person in the history of the universe to face this dilemma.<br />
<br />
No. I <i>can't</i> do it. I can't meet a huge, gorgeous, pumped up muscle bull and give him back his shiny, slurp-tastic trunks I came in whilst looking at a picture of him flexing his biceps with his mouth wide open in an outrageously cocky fashion. I just can <i>not</i> do it. <br />
<br />
Yours,<br />
<br />
Oscar Grimes (nope, can’t do it)<br />
<br />
<u><b>Thursday July 20th - 9:00 pm</b></u><br />
<br />
Dear Muscle Diary, <br />
<br />
I've made a decision. I'M GONNA DO IT! I've been thinking about this all evening and I've come to this conclusion; the question is not how CAN I meet Liam “The Guns” Watson in person and give him back his missing posing trunks, but how can I fucking NOT?!<br />
<br />
I've thought about the pros and cons of both options, and it really comes down which set of cons outweighs the other.<br />
<br />
CONS OF MEETING LIAM:<br />
<br />
1. I could potentially make a right TIT of myself.<br />
2. I'd be nervous as fucking HELL!<br />
3. I'd lose the shiny blue posing trunks forever.<br />
<br />
CONS OF NOT MEETING LIAM:<br />
<br />
1. I would miss this amazing, potentially once in a lifetime opportunity to meet and interact with a real life competitive bodybuilder (and a bloody gorgeous one at that)! And once that opportunity has gone, it will never, ever come back.<br />
<br />
And THAT is why I've decided ... I <i>have</i> to fucking do is! Yes, I'll lose the trunks. But they were never really mine to begin with. And there are other trunks. TONS of other trunks for me to order, buy and own. But there will be never be another opportunity like <i>this</i> to so easily meet Liam.<br />
<br />
And I'm nervous. God, I'm fucking nervous. But I’m excited as hell too. Liam “The Guns” Watson ... the unthinkable is about to happen. <i>I’m</i> about to meet Brighton’s biggest and sexiest roid munching muscle bull, and <i>you’re</i> about to get your missing posing trunks back!<br />
<br />
Yours,<br />
<br />
Oscar Grimes (I’M BLOODY DOING IT!)<br />
<br />
<u><b>Friday July 21st - 6:30 pm</b></u><br />
<br />
Dear Muscle Diary, <br />
<br />
Oh God. Oh fuck. OH JESUS! I think I’m having a panic attack. I have just got off the phone with ... LIAM “THE FUCKING GUNS” WATSON!!<br />
<br />
But there's more. I’m going to his HOUSE! In half a fucking HOUR!! FUUUUUCKKK!! I’m nervous. I’m bricking it. But FUCK I’m excited!! <br />
<br />
Well, diary, despite my last entry I've still been deliberating over whether to use Liam’s number and meet up with him all day. Thanks to the Deano’s Gym Facebook page I know he’s competing at the Tiger Bodybuilding Classic in London on Sunday though, so I figured if I didn't act soon, I'd be spending the entire weekend, and probably most of next week too in this state of mental torture, so I told myself it was “now or never“.<br />
<br />
I don't think I've ever been so anxious about making a phone call. My heart was pounding as I brought up Liam “The Guns” Watson on my contact list and hovered my finger over the call button. <br />
<br />
All that was screaming in my head at that moment was, “I can't do this! I can't fucking do this!”<br />
<br />
I dropped the phone on my bed. Relaxed for ten seconds, and then a wave of inspiration hit me. I picked up my phone again, and like a big fucking coward, composed a text message instead.<br />
<br />
“Hi Liam. My name’s Oscar. I saw your poster in the launderette and I have your posing trunks.”<br />
<br />
I deliberated for a second whether to include a kiss. Maybe even a smiley face emoji. But left it as it was and, heart still pounding, hit send. <br />
<br />
The sweeping noise of a sent message sounded from my phone and one single thing went through my head; “FUUUUUUUUCK!” But I was smiling. Like crazy! I couldn't fucking help it. Even just texting Liam was such a fucking rush! <br />
<br />
And then something happened which completely wiped the smile off my face and caused my whole body to go into severe panic mode. My phone started ringing. And the name of the caller which appeared on my screen? LIAM “THE GUNS” WATSON!!<br />
<br />
I answered the phone. Nervous as HELL. “Hello?” <br />
<br />
“Hey! Is that Oscar?” OH JESUS!! Even his voice was HOT!! Deep, smooth, confident, SEXY! My dick started swelling instantly.<br />
<br />
“Yeah. Hi!” My voice was trembling slightly but what the fuck do you expect, diary?!<br />
<br />
“I just got your text. You have my posers?”<br />
<br />
There was a tone of hope in his voice which was adorable as hell.<br />
<br />
“Yeah!” I replied. I just couldn't think of anything else to say!<br />
<br />
"Where d’ya find ‘em?” Liam asked with a tone of curiosity.<br />
<br />
“In the launderette,” I replied. There was a pause and I knew I needed to give Liam more. “They were in with my washing. I think you must have left them in the machine?”<br />
<br />
“Oh right,” Liam replied. “HA! Sorry about that mate!”<br />
<br />
What the fuck? He’s apologising? He's fucking apologising! That is both adorable and fucking ABSURD! If only he bloody knew what finding a pair of shiny posers from a gorgeous competitive bodybuilder meant to me!<br />
<br />
“So, where do you live dude?” As I told him, I had an image of him turning up at my door. Coming into my flat. Following me into my bedroom. A six foot, 200 plus pounds bodybuilder. In my bedroom! <br />
<br />
My heart raced further as I told Liam where I lived, and he informed me that his flat was about a fifteen minute walk from mine.<br />
<br />
“So ... are you free now?!” Liam asked. <br />
<br />
<i>OH JESUS!</i><br />
<br />
“Ummm ... yeah!” I replied. <br />
<br />
<i>FUUUUUCK!! </i><br />
<br />
“Any chance you could come round to mine in half an hour?” <br />
<br />
<i>WHAT IS THIS LIFE?!</i><br />
<br />
“Sure!” I replied, as casually as I possibly could. <br />
<br />
“Awesome!” There was a sudden excitement in his oh-so-sexy voice which was incredibly endearing. He was just a lad who wanted his shiniest posers back. Just a lad who regularly stomped around bodybuilding stages plastered in greasy, glistening, golden tan flexing his ginormous sized nickname earning biceps, twice the size of most men’s heads! And he’s inviting me round to his fucking flat!!<br />
<br />
“I'll text you my address. See you in half an hour Oscar!” I don't know why, but hearing him say my name in his insanely sexy voice made me want to melt into my bedroom carpet. <br />
<br />
I hung up the phone, and my whole body felt like it was going to combust with excitement. <br />
<br />
I fetched Liam’s posing trunks from my drawer and, as I held them in my hands, I felt a twinge of sadness. It was time to say goodbye to the shiny, bright, ridiculously hot blue posing trunks I so fondly loved. <br />
<br />
We’ve had some good times together. From the time I found them tangled up amongst my washing in the tumble dryer, to the first time I got them out of my bag at home and ran my fingers through the super shiny material. From the night I wanked off with them placed over my face, feeling the material on my skin and breathing in the fabric to the night I finally put them on for the very first time and blew a huge load of spunk into the shiny pouch whilst looking at a picture of a bodybuilder blowing up his enormous sized biceps.<br />
<br />
But now it’s time for a bigger and potentially better adventure, because in half an hour, I’ll be standing on the doorstep of that <i>very</i> fucking bodybuilder’s flat! <br />
<br />
Holy. Jesus. Fucking. CHRIST!!<br />
<br />
Yours,<br />
<br />
Oscar Grimes (soon to be standing in front of local bodybuilder Liam “The Guns” Watson!)</div>
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<b>To be continued...</b></div>
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