I awoke on my side: surely it wasn't time to get up yet? And surely I hadn't left a light on somewhere, had I? But the room was filled with a kind of golden glow. I didn't move. What was all this?

"Come on - you're not dreaming! Sit up!" I knew that deep voice and I bolted upright under the covers. "I promised you I'd be back."

And there he was, in all his naked magnificence - with a kind of golden aura all round him - an aura which shimmered and pulsated in the dark room, yet didn't dazzle me nor distract me from what I most desired to see. He was back! As my dick rose and tented the sheet over me I struggled to find words and failed. What? Who? How? Why? Reading my thoughts he said "You don't need to know any of that. Isn't it enough that I'm here? Glad to see me?" he mocked.

I flung myself down the length of the bed and wrapped my arms round him. He enfolded me in the muscular embrace I had so long yearned for. "See? Flesh and blood, not dream material at all." And drank me into his mouth as I clutched those huge and mighty muscles. I can't describe what they felt like in the palms of my hands - it just seemed as if they belonged there and that everything was as it was supposed to be - at last.

"I've been watching you for six months" he said. "And I've seen how you have been punishing yourself, frustrated that you can't be me. And all the time you've put yourself down for not having what I have and you haven't. You're too blind to see that, even I have this cleft in my biceps -" (He obliged by flexing those amazing guns under my nose) " - I don't have half the long head of tris that you have. Nor do I have such thick, enticing outer pecs, even if you haven't got my 'shelf'. I may have a great sweep to my quads, but I only have half the teardrop that you have."

I found a voice at last to say: "The point is that you're four inches taller than me, and BIGGER in every department. I just needed you there all the time, forcing me to work harder, giving me your secrets so that at least in proportion I could be as big as you."

"You already are, if you weren't so blind to see it. But I know you have a greed bigger than that - a greed to BE me, to be one WITH me - proportionate size would never satisfy you, however hard you work for it. And that's why I'm here - to reward you for your devotion to the glory of muscle, to deal with that hunger. To begin with you can remove that giant butt-plug you have up your ass - I've got something much better to put up there.Yes, I know what you've been up to."

I colored as I reached behind me to pull it out, but he got there before me and plopped it out with such a tug that my sphincter thought it would never recover. He was all too right: I had stuffed a dildo up my rear so often during workouts so that I would "feel him": with every rep. Is that what he meant by "devotion'? Anyway, now, here he was.

"Pal, I have to have you now - to start this transformation in you I have to have some of your DNA in me, so give me your fucking dick." I knelt up at the end of the bed and he knelt down to take my full ten inches down his throat. I have never been sucked off by a god before - at least that's what it felt like. I clutched him to me, feeling those corded and flexing muscles in his shoulders and back. If you're being blow by a fucking god you don't have much chance of holding back for long and soon I was pumping jism down this god's throat. Slowly, slowly he relinquished my ever-swollen member (would it ever go down in his presence?). mercilessly teasing the top with his tongue until I yelled out, leaped off the bed, embraced him, both of us on our knees, tasting myself in his mouth, rolling him on top of me so I could feel his full glorious weight of muscle pressing me into the rug..

"Listen, pal, you can feel me all over to your heart's content, and I'm happy to let you. But it in the end it would only leave you feeling more frustrated if and when I disappeared again. So I think it's time to begin this procedure - no, don't splutter with questions I'm not going to answer 'at this time'. Just lie back on your bed and let it all happen."

I opened my mouth to object, to question, to desire, but he lifted up my 250 pounds like a child, dropped me on the bed and pushed me firmly back onto the pillows. "Now shut up, darn your eyes, and let me concentrate!"

So I lay there. He stood at the end of the bed, took a huge deep breath which expanded those magnificent pecs and lats, and closed his eyes. The golden, shimmering glow which had continued to surround us gave a violent shudder and seemed to stream back into him. He bunched up his huge, split biceps, grinning at me. "Want these?" He flexed those guns till the veins looked as if they must burst, fairly pulsing with muscular vitality. "How about these?" and he towered above me, leaning forward to pump and flex the mountainous slabs of pecs in my face. He shoved a knee forward into my crotch and shook his fabulous quads at me before he flexed them into striated, beautiful, thick ropes. At the same time he flexed that 8-pack and I longed to get my tongue and my face on to them. He moved away, turning his back on me to spread the thick batwings of lats and causing every thick back muscle to stand out as if recently carved from marble.

He turned oh so slowly to face me and crushed every muscle in his body into a most muscular pose which threatened to make me come on the spot The sweat bgean to pour down his entire wonder of a body and as it did so he started to give off a blue radiance which crackled like electricity. After a few moments it started to concentrate in as boiling circle around his abs. Suddenly a jet of blue light shot out from him and found its target in the center of my abs. I felt as if I'd been assaulted by a god, all the wind knocked out of me. I felt an incredible healing warmth building inside me, stretching out to every muscle I possessed. Then the blue light at his end shifted down to his massive and engorged dick where it flickered like some powerful torch.

"Get your legs up, boy, this is for you."

As I lifted my legs up into my favorite fuck position this pulsating giant fell on top of me and I felt the jet of light from his cock enter my ass, closely followed by the cock itself. It was so huge, yet somehow it didn't hurt - only intoxicated me as no other dick ever has. It felt as if I had come home at last and was binding myself to this golden, electric, epitome of desire. I felt the full three hundred pounds of his muscles bear down on top of me as his lips found mine and blue light shot from his open mouth and down my throat. His cock throbbed inside me like one of Mr S's pulsating electric butt plugs. I felt as if I was being lifted to heaven as I was filled with this mysterious power and every muscle in my body seemed to swell and to mold themselves into his. But this was just the beginning.

With my big, hard glutes tightening round his huge and demanding dick with every thrust, I urged him to fuck me to the full. "Go on, muscle stud! give me all you've got. Harder! Faster! Fuck me so I'll never forget you!"

He obliged, getting rougher with every few thrusts. I've never felt anyone so deep in me, reaching parts and giving me sensations never known before. I was delirious as our two huge bodies crashed into each other. Our pecs collided violently with his every thrust and I felt his nips and mine hardening and growing to unknown proportions. Massive slabs of flesh met each other and electricity crackled between them.. I seized his biceps on either side of my face and yelled obscenities at him.

He just responded by digging and thrusting ever deeper, ever harder, with a passion I had never before experienced. And I lifted and jabbed my hole down on to that invading passion, encouraging him to work yet even harder.

I wanted him so bad to fill me for ever, but he suddenly stopped the piston-fuck. The blue light crackled all around us both, making his muscles look even more massive and extraordinary. "You still don't know what's happening to you, do you? No, don't try to answer that! I have to give you all I've got down both ends. The climax comes when I fill your ass with my cum - now I've got to fill your throat with it.

"But before I do that you must answer me a question. This is a very serious moment so you should pray you give the right answer!"

He pulled out of my unwilling hole - unwilling to let him go - and his huge swollen member swung above me, still stiff and hard and glistening.

"Do you want to be my slave or my lover?"

How could I answer that honestly, let alone correctly? It seemed to be a Catch 22 question where no answer would fit. Of course part of me wanted to be his muscle slave for ever, but how long was this elusive guy going to be around? Of course I wanted to be his lover, but was that enough? He waited above me, threatening, huge, desirable, shimmering in that crackling blue light.

"What the hell do you want me to say?"

"It's not what the hell I want but what the hell you want." And he waved his cock tauntingly above me as I struggled to find the right words to describe my true feelings: I felt that my whole future depended on the answer............

"I need to serve you in every way I can, but I know that's not all I want, not what I really want.. I want something so much closer than that, closer even than being your lover: I want to be part of you - inside of you - I want somehow to be you! "

I had hardly got the words out when the world seemed to explode with both golden and blue light. Had I pushed the right button after all?

"Then drink deep, o my slave-lover! Drink deep and know the essence of a god."

The huge cock sank between my willing lips and slip effortlessly down my throat. Somehow he did it all so I could still breathe. Which was just as well because it was the longest (in both sense of the word) and most violent throat fuck Id ever received. He hands pushed my shoulders back onto the heaped up pillows and I massaged that huge and beautiful dick in every imaginable way: throat massage, hands and lips, ball licking swallowing, sucking the very tip of the glans until. he yelled out he could take no more. I sucked him deep into my throat as his golden jism spasmed and spurted down my throat once again. I came myself three times and each time he made me scoop up my own cum so that he could swallow it himself. The third cupfull he shared between our two mouths and deep kisses.

"Last climactic movement coming up. So far satisfactory! Now let's see what happens. Move over!"

He rolled me away from the center of the bed and lay back himself, stroking his gleaming tower, still crackling with blue light like a beacon, until it hard, proud and erect.

"Get yourself on to this now. Sink my huge cock into your tight, beautiful butt and get really fucked!"

I squatted over him, facing him, and slowly lowered my butt to impale my eager hole with this huge, human dildo. I seemed to sink forever, feeling that magnificent flesh warming and filling my hole. Slowly I started to move up and down, bruising my prostate with every beautiful stroke. "We've got to take precautions here," he said as he gripped my dick with one hand and shoved two fingers of the other up into me along side his dick. "You're not going to be allowed to come for a long while yet." From nowhere he produced a narrow thong of black leather and tied it round my root, round my balls and then separating the nuts, pulling them down and the dick up as far as both would go. And he tied it real tight. It felt as if my cock and my balls were being handled by three hands at once.

After an age of delirious riding of his hard body he began to grunt and groan loudly. At the same time he squeezed both my cock and my balls and pulled them apart from each other.

"Turn round now and give me your back." Without dislodging that huge hard dick I started to corkscrew around. After a moment he suddenly stopped me, took my face in both hands, looked me deep in the eye with his dark blue orbs. He seemed somehow kind of sad as if he was saying goodbye, then he pulled his face up and kissed me long and deep. When we eventually separated, his eyes were closed as he lay back.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Couldn't be better!" he said, smiling with his eyes shut. He patted me hard on one cheek: "Now get on with it!" And he grabbed my shoulder to turn me away from him. His dick corkscrewed and ground deliciously against my joy button. "Now," he said, "let me do all the work. Lie back and enjoy!"

He pulled me down on top of him and started to pump my ass, first slowly and lovingly, then gradually faster and more furiously. His arms were round my chest, grabbing the meaty pecs and squeezing my nips between his fingers. My hands started to attend to my ever-hardening tower, but soon he pulled them down to ours sides where he imprisoned them with his arms wrapped hard around my chest, each hand mercilessly squeezing and pulling on the opposite nip.

The faster he pumped, the stronger grew the blue and golden lights, seeming now to pour through both of us. Our heads lay side by side and we somehow turned them to kiss each other. I seemed to lose all sense of time, seemed to be both lifted up and at the same time to be sinking down time into my muscle-lover. Both our bodies uttered wordless growls of ecstasy as I felt the sap rising in both his dick and mine. His dick seemed to swell larger and larger as louder and louder grew those groans and faster and faster he pumped his dick into my ass. With each stroke I felt myself sinking further into his muscles, truly becoming one with him.

"Get ready!" we both yelled, seemingly at the same time, and then he roared as the cosmic explosion of all time imploded in me: I felt an increasingly violent rumbling deep in my ass, culminating in an explosion so powerful that own jism was fucked out of me. It jetted above us over and over again like a clear white fountain that crashed down to cover my legs, chest, abs, and face. With each jet I was violently shaken from within and every great muscle in my body spasmed with an extreme electric shock. My head swam and I lost consciousness.

When I came to, I felt a comfortable warmth spreading throughout my whole being. There was a soft golden glow in the room and I remembered nothing. I wiped what I thought was sweat off my forehead - the other hand tried to do the same across my pecs and abs. Something was different. The "sweat" was not sweat, but sticky - and tasted wonderful. Something had happened to me, but what? My hand didn't seem to feeling my face. Nor were they my pecs, surely. I sat up, feeling a bicep. I could have sworn it was bigger and I felt a cleft in it as I flexed it! That's what was wrong with my pecs: they were bigger, the ab ropes thicker!'

My God, what's happened? I moaned as I sank back again onto the pillows.

"Come on, wake up!" said a mocking voice in my head. I recognized the voice and suddenly it all came back - every wonderful sight and feel of our love-making. "Where are you?" I shouted longingly. "Get up and look in the mirror" came the answer.

Even though it was still the middle of the night, there was enough of that mysterious golden glow left in the room as I got up to look in my full-length posing mirror. I could hardly believe what I saw. "Go on! Believe!" said the Voice. I was clearly at least a foot taller than I had been; my dark curly hair was still curly but now it was tawny blonde like his - and my whole torso was now perfectly, seductively smooth.

My dick was rising every minute to reach below my pecs, but first I saw the pecs themselves: huge, ballooned, thick, every muscle striated. Out of them rose my long, thick neck and the meaty traps that delved down into the biggest delts I had ever seen. Matching them and growing out of them were the biggest SPLIT biceps and perfectly balanced tris I'd ever seen.

I had to swing my hard tool to the side to see how enormous and etched my abs were as they plunged down into my groin. I managed to squeeze my long dick in the clefts of the abs and pecs, as he had done. The width and thickness of my lats somehow matched or balanced the huge sweep of the quads and the footballs sized calves. I flexed hard as I went through my whole posing routine: somehow this amazing body was mine and yet somehow it wasn't - it was His too! And this golden aura that seemed to shimmer from me - that was his too. As I went through pose after pose, flexing every muscle group in turn, I was intoxicated by the glory of all my swelling, striated muscle.

Fuck! what was it all about? "Where are you? Who am I?" I yelled.

"Quiet!" said my internal voice, "You'll wake the neighbors! You wanted so much to be me, well now you are. You wanted so much to be a part of me, so now I am a part of you. You never wanted to be separated from me, well now I'll be with you and in you always. As you will be in me and with me. Forever."

I sat down heavily on the bed, working all this out. Not that it needed much, for I now fully understood the miracle of Becoming that had been granted me. It would be a long time before I managed to assimilate this Understanding to the full - for now I was satisfied with the end result. I leaped up again to the mirror, stroking and appreciating, glorying in every magnificent muscle and inwardly thanking my hero for being him - or for me being him, or he me - or whatever!

"Now all you need to do is get some sleep, go out and buy some clothes that'll fit you! Change your name and win all those contests! You can have any man you want for no one, not even the most hetero, will be able to resist those muscles on the best-looking guy in the world once you fix his eyes on you and send out that mental message that you desire him! He'll be yours, whoever he is. And whenever you have one, it'll be a threesome, for I'll be fucking you while you fuck him - or vice versa - As you plunge that long fat dick into him, you'll feel mine plunging into you and reaching right to the end of your dick. When you kiss you'll have my tongue down your throat as well as his. When you suck cock you'll be sucking mine too, and your cum will be mine too. When you feel and stroke and flex those muscles, you'll be feeling mine too and I yours. We'll BOTH be winning those contests!"

And my eyes were the deepest blue I had only ever seen on one other guy. Guess who?

He was always with me as I gloried and muscled my way through contest after contest. No one could touch us. All those I beat desired me and those I wanted got to fuck me or be fucked - hot muscle crashing passionately against hot, swollen muscle. I was frequently accused of talking to myself and had to learn to do this mentally. Some times he was quiet and seemed to be "away", or i felt exhausted, but to be recharged I only had to look in the mirror to see him smiling at me through those deep, dark blue eyes. Forever.

The beginning..... •