In what seemed like seconds, we were in his truck, decided we'd pick up my car later, and on the way to his flat. The truck seemed cut out for him, but although I could fit well, someone of a bigger stature could not fit with him at the driver seat. That night, we didn't make love, but we cuddled and hugged and got to know each other in a totally different way - as friends. We talked, listened to music, or just were with each other. I wouldn't have had it any other way, and I know he wouldn't have as well. I will never forget that sleep-over, our naked bodies together in that bed, using nothing but each other for covers (although I was well aware I got a better bargain), warm, and so calming to be together for that short time that remained. No sex, but so sexual, so tender and understanding, and...loving?

The next day, he drove me to the big city, all the way to the airport. He certainly did get glances (to say the least), and when we finally parted, it was so strange, only a few words from him: "I..." and after a long pause "...you know where to find me". For what turned out to be over seven weeks, I thought so often about that single letter 'I', and regretted that I was the one not offering any words at all. There was so much to do, so many people to see and so many places to visit, it made me almost forget, but then, at night, it was so difficult to sleep at first, as the thoughts would be there, but then I had dreams of him, and sometimes they were good, sometimes troubled, and sometimes, they were...very sexual, to say the least. And, there were more hand-jobs I gave myself thinking of him, than I would have believed possible a month ago.

By the middle of my 'holiday' I felt I was over the hill, anticipating the day I would return, but still there was a pain there that sneaked up on me every time I'd be insecure of what I would find once I came back. I even called the 'G' once and got the manager, and then hung up after a few words that were essentially meaningless. I kept telling myself I could handle anything, but deep down I didn't really know what I would do if... but, I'm straying again. Finally, that day came, and I found myself at the airport, and in a phone-booth. I dialed up the number of the 'G'. After a few rings, I heard a 'hello?'. It was Greddy, the gym manager - thank heaven he was still there, the 'G' would close in a few minutes. "Oh hi, good thing you finally got here. The boss called earlier." My hopes went about 11 miles up! "What, Vi... the boss was there?" I asked, cursing inwardly at the slip of the tongue. "Nope. But you know how he is. In fact, no-one's seen him...well, pretty much since when you left or thereabouts. He called on the phone, damned if I remember when he did that the last time. He left a note for you...By the way, someone called Kelloway called earlier this week, he seems pretty anxious to get hold of you" Well, I knew what that meant, but it must have been the least important thing in the world right now. I heard him rummaging amongst the heap of magazines he always has lying on the desk. "Now where did I put the bloody thing... he said to himself, I could hear him rustle through his notebook. It held a list of the gym members and he'd usually have a check or note for me under my name. He leafed through it so damned slowly!!! Eventually he said: "Here, a note for you, he said you'd call... There's a note saying to tell you just 'The usual time', strange, but that's what he said." he said. The usual time? Yes, of course, 9:40, I remembered the first time in the gym!!! "OK, I'm kind of in a hurry here..." I started, getting really anxious to get there. It took little less than an hour and a half and it was getting near 8 PM already. "Whoa, what's the rush... I wanted to ask you - can you wield an arc welder, by chance? Someone managed to break a machine here and the big lat is bent as well, think you could look at it?" he asked. Now Victor, what in heavens name have you been up to? "Sorry, I have to go, see you later...". He must have heard the urgency in my voice because he trailed off a "When you have the time...".

The drive was a blur. I just know I found myself stepping out of the cab in front of my building. It was almost half past nine. As I struggled with my bags, I noticed my car was parked there, one promise kept. I found the keys and a letter in the letter box. The letter had no return address. I tore it open in anticipation, and there was a note in it, and a key. "My place. 21:40 sharp, wear nothing. And I mean it!" was written on it, and I thought my heart would leap out through my throat! I had no time to waste! I stuffed some clothes in my bag, although I knew full well I wont be needing them any time soon, and practically ran to the 'G', a hardon begging to get itself noticed through my jeans. When I finally got there, I went around to the back door, taking extra care that no-one sees me. Of course, the key opened the lock, and as soon as I got in and locked the door behind me, I stripped down, shivering in the cold corridor, and packed my clothes in the bag. I used the key to open the door to the stairway, and ran up, my cock bobbing. I thought it was too blatant, but when I came up the stairs, opened the door to Victors flat and got in, nothing in this world could have prepared me for the sight that was waiting there for me.

"Oh my..." I just let my breath escape and it came out that way. He was right out of the tub, and rubbing himself down, and he was just... unbelievable. We were both taken unawares, and there were two muffled noises as my bag and his towel fell down. "Hi..." he just said and looked at me, and there was that look in his eyes again in that set ecstatic shivers up my spine. "What..." I realized my throat was dry, and my head was spinning. "What in heavens name have you been doing" I asked, staring at him, but trying to remember if there was somewhere I could sit, before I fall down. Now he is... no - he used to be monstrously huge, and now... now I have no words! I knew it was his heavy day today, assuming he hadn't changed his schedule, so I expected he'd be fresh out of the gym and pumped. And he was pumped up to the max, but that was only on top of the fact that he was also so much bigger, to me he looked like he doubled in size - I wasn't even going to guess what he would weigh. Jesus Christ! He even looked taller - but I reminded myself it might have been an illusion because his shoulders, and his traps were bigger! I must have been mumbling something trying to find words now that the total scene managed to sink in. First of all, he was really a lot bigger, so much so that I could see a loss of range of movement, and even at his previous impossible size he was very flexible. But, the most outstanding change was in the shapes of his muscle, it was mind-boggling. To top all that, his cock looked as it was already half-hard, but as he moved it shuddered and I realized it was only an inkling of a hard-on, and yet his cockhead was dangling down below the...edges on his calves - there was no better description, his calves were so large that their shapes actually acquired edges, stretching the skin. And so were his shoulders, and his arms and his pecs... I was beginning to feel dizzy again, and I guess I just let myself fall on him. The next I knew my hands were all over him. "Aaahhhh...." he sighed, almost pressing into me, which didn't work well because his muscles were so hard that I could hardly feel I made a dent in them, even when pressing hard - and he wasn't flexing at all. My hands shot over him, and I tried to step back, to be able to see more of him at once, but I didn't do very good simply because I wasn't willing to trade sight for touch, and boy did I touch. "What have you done..." finally came out of me, but he was also stroking, me and himself, alternately. "Mmm...later" he said. He scooped me up again, like I weighted nothing and hugged me into his pecs, and I started licking him wherever I could, feeling that he was carrying me, his footsteps making me rub into him as they produced low thuds in the floor. He went on to the bed and the lights went on, and as he started lowering me, I feel something hot under my ass, and I look in the mirror. His cock was getting hard, and it wasn't merely trying to rise as before, it was rising, as unbelievable as it may have been. It was already as big as I ever saw it and it was twitching up, and getting harder, and bigger! "Oh shit...oh...fuck...you look like you're going to burst" I said, still stroking him, awkwardly as I was trying to look at the mirror, and at him, and at the floor, which I felt the soles of my feet suddenly touching. It was a strange feeling, I felt like I was suspended an inch above it, all my being was in my stroking hands. "No I'm not...not yet" he mumbled. I looked at the mirror again, and I almost fainted, seeing him move away, and then kneeling so his side was to the mirror, and I knew what would come next - my favorite. As he did that his cock never touched the ground, it had long ago attained what was full hard-on as I knew it, it's shape bent again into an upwards curve, skewed to the side, but then it went far beyond. I noticed then he was wearing some sort of cock-ring, and I asked "what's that", my hand moving to touch this tree-trunk of a manhood, but he whispered: "Don't touch or it will be all over fast". I stayed back, and watched as his yard-long cock became longer, thicker and harder, rising proudly upwards, while he started doing his thing, puffing himself up slowly. I was so hot I thought I would melt through the floor, and I knew this would be over soon no matter what. Deprived of touching him, I wanted to touch myself, and more, but I stopped myself in an attempt to make this last as long as possible. He had pumped himself up, and I mean all of himself - managing to get his cock hard, whatever that ment right now. I had no idea how this came to be, and I didn't care. His stance was such that his cock was jutting up at a 45 degree angle, and he held his arms to the side, and as he inhaled slowly, teasingly, already he was larger than ever before, all of him, and he was getting even bigger. He kept on inhaling more on every breath, and his cock was still twitching. He was looking into the mirror, and his face was flushed, but his pecs became higher and higher, and his breastbone was starting to poke out under them. I kept moaning, asking him for more, and he grew, inhaling, his chest expanding. His pecs were so pumped and when he flexed them in short twitches, they became all veiny and glistening with the sweat of exertion, and they were so huge they already stood straight out from him, but he continued on heaving, his hands groping the empty air as his enormous arms went up and down. I watched him, stroking my belly right over the root of my painfully hard shaft, making me feel ecstatic pangs in my head, I felt my own pre-cum ooze down my nuts which felt as someone hung weights off them. I thought I was going to burn up, but I held on. His cock was now visibly larger than before, and it was again all veiny and distended, and purplish red, except for the head which looked like a very elongated mushroom, or better still an elongated grapefruit, engorged until it had a dark purple-brown sheen. The shaft glistened, the skin stretched until the tissue underneath formed lumps all over, sweaty. Pre-cum gushed from the gaping piss-slit and oozed down the length of it, I could see a steady stream. I looked upwards, and saw him trembling, his face flushed. He could not move his head any more because his chin would get stuck in his pecs, a look of total abandon in his eyes, and still he was trying to suck in one more breath, his chest trying to rise even more in small jerks. His chest looked like it was going to rip open every time he did this but now it was bigger, wider, higher and puffed up more, and it looked like exploding any second. His lats jutting at the sides made it all look even bigger, and I could take no more, I started stroking myself, and I felt the first cramp in my balls, spraying his swollen chest with jizz, as I knew he wanted, and then, with a barely audible wince, he brought his arms up in a double biceps pose, and flexed his abs and his biceps all at once. All in the same instant I felt like I was cumming again, his abs became six huge bricks, rising his chest even more, I thought I could hear his ribs crackle, and his triceps became so huge that the bulges connected with his jutting lats, while his biceps went up to his fists and pushed them out of the way. For a moment everything stood still, and I remember thinking that he was really going to burst, split open down his largest chest possible all the way to the gaping piss slit on the largest cock possible, when I heard a sound like a faint pop, and then I went somewhere else. I had a feeling that all of me was shooting through my cock, and I felt a splash of something hot on me, and something hit me, and there was a roar like the sky was falling which became the tone of the largest imaginable pipe organ, with all the pipes at full blast. Everything was shaking, and all was white, and I had no body any more. It went on and on, becoming unbearable, and then, suddenly, it all stopped. •