Unexpected Muscle: Part 8

Unexpected Muscle

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By Turbo Muscle

Suddenly their was a banging on the door! Oh shit it was my dad "Visiting hours are OVER!" he yelled from the other side. Quietly Jeff put me down on the bed "OK dad...Jeff and I were just playing videogames." "You know the rules, no visitors after 11PM." he said angrily from the hallway. Luckily he didn't open the door otherwise he would have seen an enormous 18 year old with nothing but tattered rags for clothes. We waited until my dad went downstairs. How was I going to explain the broken window frame to my dad, much less pay for it. "Dude, how am I gonna pay for that window? My dad will KILL me when he finds out." "Don't worry, your muscle slave will take care of it for you. I have some money stashed away," he replied. "Its easy saving money when you don't have any friends." "Jeff don't say that about yourself. You know Dave and I are your friends." I offered an encouraging word to the sobbing hulk. He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly against his chest. "Oh how I love you my little one." Jeff replied. I could hear his rapidly beating heart. "Come, I have something to show you." He was motioning me to follow him out the window. "Dude, Im not going out this late... Im already in enough trouble as it is... and plus thats a good ten to fifteen foot drop." "Don't worry my master," I shall protect you." With that he picked me up in his arms and climbed out onto the ledge. Amazingly, he jumped all the way down to the ground and landed on his feet. I grunted a little at the impact and he softly cooed "Im sorry if that hurt you." "Where are you taking me?" I asked. "You'll see." he replied mysteriously and we walked together with the only light being the brilliant August moon hanging over head.... •

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