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|Kyle and I got into his car and I was immediately engulfed in the powerful scent of his sweat. I enjoyed it immensely and tried to deeply breathe in as much of it as I could. We drove over to that crummy apartment that he had been staying in so that he could pick up his belongings. He was right�the place was a dump! Thank God I was getting Kyle out of there! Since Kyle knew from the minute he had moved in that he could not live there for very long, he had not even bothered to unpack. He grabbed his 2 suitcases and we were in and out of there and back at the house in a flash! I grabbed a suitcase, Kyle grabbed the other and we went upstairs so that I could show Kyle his new bedroom. The look on Kyle�s face was priceless as we entered the room. He was grinning from ear to ear as he looked around the room and took in his new surroundings. His smile almost made me melt. �Welcome to your new room, Kyle� I said as I placed his suitcase on the floor. �This is incredible! This is like twice the size of my old bedroom in Philly. I don�t know what to say, Ben. Thank you. Thank you so much! I don�t know what I would have done if I had to stay in that awful apartment one more night.� �You�re never going to have to find out, Kyle. This is your home now. I hope you�ll stay for a long time.� �Well, if you�ll have me, I will! I definitely will! You�re the first person who accepts me, who�s not freaked out by me. You�re a true friend, Ben.� I think my heart literally skipped a beat. Then, it was back to reality. I had to keep reminding myself that Kyle is straight and that we were not partners or lovers. I found myself falling for this guy very hard and very fast, but I had to make sure that I wouldn�t forget the fact that all we will ever be is friends. Very good friends! Maybe, it�s just lust I thought to myself. My mind wandered back to that image of Kyle flexing this afternoon in the living room. He said that it could get much more intense. I wondered what he had meant by that. How could it possibly get any more intense than that? I would soon find out! �Kyle, I gotta admit, I can�t stop thinking about you flexing this afternoon.� �Yeah? You liked that?� His face lit up. �I still can�t get over that. I�m so used to people being scared of me like I�m some kind of monster or something. They think I�m a weirdo or they�re embarrassed by me. I�ve had to deal with that shit for the last 3 years or so�since I started working out and all of this crazy stuff started. You don�t know how good it feels to know that you actually like it and that I don�t have to try to keep it in check.� �Kyle, it�s the exact opposite! I want to see more! I�d love to see more! So, you said all of this started about 3 years ago? How so?� �Well, I started lifting weights when I was 15 and it completely changed my life! My dad bought me a weightbench and some free weights. I started seeing the results of my workouts almost immediately. My arms got harder, more defined. I started to flex all the time and I mean ALL the time! At school, I�d go into the bathroom, lock the door and flex my biceps for a good 10 minutes or so every morning and then again in the afternoon. I just couldn�t wait until I got home from school when I could lift weights and flex nonstop afterwards. I would flex in the mirror and jerk off to my image. Sometimes 2 or 3 times in one night.� Oh man! I started to feel some motion in my crotch, so I immediately sat on the bed. �Yeah, when I turned 16, things got a lot worse or better depending on how you look at it. My flexing got completely out of control. My arms started to get bigger and a lot more defined. I would spend hours staring at myself in the mirror while I flexed. I started talking to myself in the mirror, talking to my biceps�crazy shit. I�d try on all these different shirts to see how my arms looked in them. They were all tight polo shirts with really small short sleeves or sleeveless shirts. In fact all my t-shirts that had sleeves, I cut all the sleeves right off. My favorite shirts are wifebeaters�always have been, always will be. Really tight ones. I think I have one in every single color that exists.� He laughed. God, I couldn�t wait to see him in a wifebeater! �Yeah man, I became obsessed! At school, my morning and afternoon flexing in the bathroom breaks became longer, I�d eat lunch real quick and then run to the bathroom to go flex. Each time I went into that bathroom, I jerked off to myself while I flexed in the mirror. Can you believe that? In my school bathroom! I would just get so hard and so turned on that I had to jerk off right then and there. I�d imagine myself getting bigger and bigger! At first I was able to hide all this from my friends and family. Sure, I wore sleeveless shirts almost all the time, even in winter, but everyone just thought it was me being cocky since I�d been working out and gotten bigger. They thought I was just showing off. They didn�t realize how obsessed I was becoming�or should I say possessed�possessed by my body. Sitting in my desk in class, I�d stretch constantly to show off to all the kids in class. I always caught them staring�.girls, guys, even some of the teachers. I loved it! I�d hold that stretch for a pretty long time, savoring every second of it. I loved feeling everyone�s eyes on me. I got a kick out of seeing some of the guys adjust themselves or put their hand on their crotches. Haha! I made such a big show of it too�grunting and growling. Everyone knew when I was stretching. Haha!� I sat there savoring every word that came out of Kyle�s mouth. I had never enjoyed a discussion as much as I was enjoying this one, even though it was pretty one sided. �I can�t believe I�m telling you all this. Dude, I hope I�m not boring you.� �Boring me? I�m loving it! This is the most fascinating thing I�ve ever heard in my life! Please, keep going.� I urged Kyle to continue. �Well, I really started developing at 16. Like I said, my arms got bigger and more defined, my chest started to stick out, my pit hair grew in more thick, my ass and legs started to really get real muscular, my feet got longer and wider and my cock�.fuck, my cock got big that year. It got real thick and real long. Compared to how big it is now, though, it was pretty small then.� And with that, Kyle grabbed his crotch. Oh man�what I would give to see that cock right now�to kiss it, lick it, suck on it, choke on it. The sound of Kyle�s voice brought me back to reality. �My workouts became more intense. I�d scream like a fuckin� animal as I lifted that weight. I wanted to grow bigger and bigger�.I needed to grow huge! I still do! I never had any interest in girls. All my friends would be dating and shit, but I only wanted to stay home and either lift or flex in the mirror. It got to the point where I was jerking off to myself like 6 or 7 times a day.� �Wow,� I exclaimed! �Hard to believe, right? Well, I did it! So, my friends all had girlfriends and all the girls in my school wanted me, but I didn�t want any part of that! I just wanted to jerk off to myself! In fact, I�ve never jerked off to anything or anyone other than my body and myself. I�m just not attracted to anyone. Nobody can compare to me�NOBODY! Well, rumours started flying around the school that I was gay. I didn�t want that, so I forced myself to start dating and messing around with girls. That brings me to when I turned 17. Things got even crazier! All my friends were having sex and I didn�t want anyone to think I was gay, so I forced myself to start having sex with these bitches I was seeing. The thing is, I couldn�t get hard, so I had to flex my biceps and feel myself up to do so. I needed to be in front of a mirror. I would force these sluts to feel my biceps, kiss them, talk to my biceps, lick my pits, tell me how hot I was, how big I was, how I was the best they�d ever had. Now, that got me hard. Haha.� When I said that the hardest I�d ever been was earlier that day when Kyle flexed in the living room, I was wrong. This was, by far, the hardest I�d ever been in my life. What Kyle had just described was muscle worship taken to the ultimate extreme. �Kyle, all that stuff you made those girls do�that�s muscle worship,� I explained excitedly. �Oh shit! Really? Cool! So, that�s what you�re into,� Kyle asked. �Ummm�.yeah,� I replied shyly. Kyle pondered what I had just told him. I wished I knew just what he was thinking. �Continue with your story,� I urged him, anxiously. �So, I�d tell these chicks to keep their mouths shut about what we would do when we were together. Shit, Ben, I was really out of control with them. I�d fuck their faces so hard while I flexed in the mirror! I�d think about how big I�m going to get and I�d pound them harder and harder. They�d choke, cry, throw up. Bro, my cock fucking exploded in size that year.� I wondered to myself just how big Kyle�s cock had grown now. Damn it! I wish I could see it right now! �From what I know, the girls never told anyone about our nights together. Well, some of them didn�t even stay in the room with me very long. They got the fuck out of there as soon as they could and looked terrified whenever they saw me after that. I used to love to walk around the locker room naked after gym class. All the guys� eyes would bug out of their sockets when they saw my huge cock. Haha. You had to see the looks on their faces. Alot of them would get hard right then and there and try to cover it up. It was awesome! I could see that look in their eyes. That desire, envy, jealousy, lust. They wished they could look like me, they wished they could be with me, they wished they could BE me! I�d run home after school every day and flex so hard in front of that mirror. I�d kiss my biceps, lick them. I�d even kiss the mirror. I started posing in different types of underwear too�briefs, boxer briefs, thongs, jockstraps. They�re always too tight on me. They couldn�t contain me even then! I looked fuckin� hot in everything I wore. My workouts got crazy intense that year. I think the whole fuckin�neighborhood knew when I was pumping iron. They could hear me roaring. I felt so fucking strong! I just wanted to lift more weight and do more reps, more sets. That�s when my arms really started to grow and the peaks grew right along with them. The shirt sleeves of my school uniform got tighter and tighter. Around that time is when I found my new hobby! �Oh?� I wondered aloud. �Yeah. I became obsessed with making my biceps burst through my shirt sleeves. God, that gets me so fuckin� horny. What a rush! I love hearing the fabric of the sleeves tear. I love seeing my huge biceps break through the confinements of those tight sleeves.� Shit! It�s as if this guy was going through a checklist of all my fetishes. I wouldn�t be able to contain myself much longer. It felt like my cock was ready to burst! But, I was dying to hear more! I had to hear more! �Let me tell you�I spent so much fuckin� money on shirts, it�s unreal.� Kyle chuckled. �I became more and more vocal in front of the mirror and much louder. My parents caught me kissing my biceps, jerking off in front of the mirror while flexing, bursting out of my shirt sleeves. Who knows what else they saw or heard? The next thing I know, they send me to a shrink.� �Oh shit!� �Yeah, and they took away my weightbench and weights, stopped giving me money, took the lock off my bedroom door, threw out most of my clothes. They completely flipped out! But, I found ways to work around all that. In no time, I had the shrink in the palm of my hand. I would flex for him and he would pay for my gym membership and tell my parents that I was greatly improving. Haha!� �No way! Kyle, are you serious?� �Yeah, man. I learned to be careful and quiet during my flexing routines at home. I�d do it in the bathroom, since there was still a lock on that door�heehee. And when my parents would go out, then, I could really let loose. When I was at the gym, I told my parents that I was at some after school program or at therapy. They were so happy that I had improved, that they threw me a big graduation party last month. I made some good money. I knew I was going to move away from home right after graduation, but I didn�t know where or how. I just knew I had to get away so I could really be myself and do the things that I want to do�the things I need to do. I decided on NY because I�ve heard it�s a really open minded place. I was hoping to find a roommate who would be ok with who I am. This whole flexing thing and lifting hard and wanting to grow is a huge part of me. It�s hard to have to keep it under wraps all the time when it�s dying to come out. You don�t realize just how intense it is, Ben. I�ve been trying to sugarcoat it for you. It can get pretty freaky. I just hope you mean it when you say you can handle it.� �Kyle, I promise you, I can handle it. In fact, I look forward to it! This sounds incredible!� I continued to digest everything that Kyle had just described to me about the last few years of his life. �Wow! So, I can really be myself here and let loose? I don�t have to keep this thing under control?� �Nope! Feel free to let loose� I laughed. �Dude, this is awesome! You don�t know how many friends I�ve lost. They all thought I was psycho. They got sick of me flexing all the time. They said I embarrassed them in public because I�d always flex. When we�d pass by any kind of mirror or window, I had to stop and flex. They always got pissed off. Some friends they were, huh. A lot of my guy friends would get jealous because their girlfriends all wanted me. All those chicks practically drooled whenever I�d flex.� Kyle laughed out loud. �Kyle, I can assure you that you�re not going to lose me as a friend. Never!� �Thanx bro! Same here!� �Kyle, there�s one thing I�m confused about. You were saying about how you love tight shirts and wifebeaters, but why are you wearing that baggy, sleeveless shirt?� I giggled. �That was really bugging you, huh?� Kyle joked. �I had to wear it to go to the gym earlier. My crackhead ex-roomate happened to have a gym membership and I pretended to be him. It�s hard to lift weights in really tight clothes and they won�t let you go shirtless, so I wore one of the only baggy shirts I own.� �Aahh, that makes sense.� �I guess I lost my gym membership, huh. I can�t say I�m that disappointed because I really can�t lift the way I want to in any gym. Did you hear about that dude who got kicked out of his gym for grunting or something like that? Shit, I�d probably get escorted out in handcuffs and put into a patrol car.� We both laughed out loud at that scenario. �I don�t know what I�m going to do, Ben. I miss my own little private gym in my garage back in Philly before my parents took it away. Do you think you�d be ok with me buying a weight bench and putting it in your garage or something?� �I have a better idea,� I replied as I got up off of the bed. �Let me transform the basement into your own personal gym. There�s nothing down there anyway. You can lift as hard as you want, grunt and roar as loud as you want, I�ll have huge mirrors installed all around the room, buy you all sorts of equipment. It�ll be great!� �Whoa, whoa, whoa there Ben. Slow down, buddy. You�ve done way too much for me already.� �Kyle, I want to do this for you. It would make me so happy! I want to watch you lift harder and harder, cheer you on, watch you grow bigger and bigger, grow huge. Please let me do this! I have loads of money and it would really help get my mind off of all the shit I�ve gone through these last few months. Come on�.pleeeeease?� Kyle chuckled. �Well, how can I say no to that? Thank you, Ben. Thank you so much�for everything. I appreciate this more than you know. I�m so grateful to you!� Kyle walked towards me and stretched out his arms. As I moved closer to him and he wrapped his arms around me to give me a hug, I got a whiff of the musky, masculine smell of his armpits. Fuck, they smelled good! What a huge turn on. It was the scent of a jock, the scent of sweat, the scent of a man who had been pumping heavy iron earlier that day�the scent of power. His arms felt so strong, and so hard as he squeezed me affectionately. I never wanted him to let go and felt disappointed when he did. But maybe we could have a relationship after all, I thought to myself. I mean, he�s not straight. He�s not gay either, but that was a minor detail. Kyle was only attracted to himself and I had no problem with the fact that he would never be attracted to me. I knew that Kyle wanted to be worshipped and I knew that I could provide him with the kind of worship that nobody else could ever give him. The kind of worship he had only dreamt about. By confiding so much in me, I gained a tremendous amount of insight into what I could do to please Kyle and make him happy. I would do anything he wanted me to. Even though we had just met, he already held an incredible amount of power over me. His wish would be my command. Even though we were only in the very beginning stage of our relationship, I could already sense that my life would no longer be my own, but his as well. What I wanted, he could provide me and what he wanted, I could provide him. I had already agreed to do so much for him and I knew that this was only a sign of things to come. Yet, I had never felt happier in my life! I truly wanted to make Kyle happy and he was making me happy. He wanted to be worshipped, I would worship him. He wanted to get huge, I�d help him get huge. I could already see what the future would be like and I couldn�t wait. Looking back on it now, I was in no way prepared for what would take place in the near future. I could never have predicted the metamorphosis that Kyle would undergo. �Ben, I�m going to grow so fucking massive for you! You�ll see!� �I have no doubt about that, Kyle, and I�ll help you!� �Ben, I feel it coming on. I�ve been holding out for way too long, dude! These last few months, I haven�t been able to let it out as much as I need to. I gotta flex! I can�t hold back anymore.� Finally, I would get to see more of the amazing show I witnessed this afternoon, but with more intensity as Kyle kept putting it. �Are you sure you�re ready? You won�t get freaked out?� �I�m ready, Kyle! You won�t scare me or push me away. It�s destiny, remember? We were meant to meet and be in eachother�s lives! Flex for me, Kyle! Show me what you�ve got!� And with those words, the last bit of my freedom of choice that I had left, the last bit of my life that still belonged to me, was gone. It all belonged to Kyle now, though we both didn�t realize it at the time. Soon, everything would belong to Kyle! |
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