Gift Of The Gods- Poseidon

Gift of the Gods- Poseidon

Adrian watched over the beach with the same dead expression he did every day. He’d grown up on these beaches, played in the sea, built sand castles, and now he was working as a lifeguard to make some extra cash between semesters at college.

He hated it, the beach wasn’t the same when you had to police it. There was no fun, no lazy evenings under the setting sun. There was only being ignored by everyone even when he was trying to save their ass, and evening in bed exhausted from being ignored.

Watching from between the waves stood Poseidon. He knew of Adrian, he’d showed him mercy years ago and let the boy be saved from drowning.

He’d kept an eye on him every since. The god of the sea knew that Adrian had a deep love and respect for the ocean, he knew that Adrian understood the power of it.

He’d taken his time to find a mortal to gift with his blessing. He’d turned down sailors, divers, marine biologists. They didn’t feel right.

Poseidon knew that most of his brothers and sisters were ahead of him, they’d picked mortals. They were growing their flock.

But he’d taken his time, he hadn’t fallen on hard times like the other gods. Humanity always respected the sea, Poseidon always had people who’d pray to him, even if they didn’t use his name.

But he wasn’t going to miss out, and Adrian was perfect. He had the soul, and Poseidon would gift him the body. Adrian being a lifeguard was sure to bring countless mortals into Poseidon’s temple, even if that temple was Adrian’s bedroom for the time being.

Adrian was leaning against the railing of the lifeguards station, his lean body on full display. His boss was a pervert and had forced the female lifeguards into wearing little bikinis, and due to a lawsuit he’d then had to make the dress code ‘equal’. Instead of giving the girls normal clothes to wear he’d made all the male lifeguards wear speedo.

So Adrian was wearing tight white and black speedos that showed to everyone that he had barely anything to fill them up.

Then the wind picked up and slapped him with a salty sea breeze.

His speedo strained against the kraken that had just sprouted inside it. Two rounded orbs and a long shrank of meat. Adrian stared down at it in shock, but a smooth deep voice whispered to him to be calm. He shook his hips, making his bulge bounce and shake.

His ass started to expand, thick powerful glutes to throw some hurricane like force behind Adrian’s new cock. Adrian pulled at his speedo to give himself some more space, his legs stretching and growing heavy with muscle.

Adrian was giddy, he should be freaking out, but the voice kept calming him.

The change was spreading, widening his feet, stretching his bones, packing meaty muscle onto his torso. His newly grown pecs bounced, his shoulders and biceps twitched.

His tan darkened and his hair gained a salty texture, like he’d been living in the ocean, instead of just taking a dip.

The breeze kept blowing, washing away the old Adrian. Waves of cool air sweeping in the new Adrian.

Tall, powerful, forceful, commanding. No one would ignore his orders anymore, when he told someone to get out of the water, they would, when he told someone to stop kicking sand, they would, when he demanded someone go to the lifeguard hut and spread their legs, they would.

Adrian scratched at his bulging basket and grabbed his bag, his shift was done. Normally he’d be getting changed before walking him, but today he felt it would be doing a disservice to his Lord if he covered up his glory. He picked up his old sneakers, not even realising that they wouldn’t fit his new flipper like feet.

Adrain was not what people would assume a servant of Poseidon would be, they’d assume a lean swimmer.

But a swimmer was meant to be quick and pass through the water, Adrian was big, broad and powerful he was meant to control the waves, to bend them and people to his will, all for the glory of Poseidon.

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The Power of the Kryptons - Becoming Superman

It sucks being the weak kid. It's my senior year and life as the school nerd was running me down. All the kids picked on me, even the younger kids. PE was my worst nightmare, Coach had us do hard drills and forced everyone to shower naked, the football jocks picked on me and my unathletic friends to no end. I grew tired of it. I grew vengeful, I grew angry. “I'm not going to stand for this anymore,” I said. “I gotta do something about it.”

Superman was on the scene, all the rave, insanely popular, of course; he was rescuing people and aiding law enforcement. I remember as a freshman this senior named Clark did a lot of honorable stuff, he was also popular. But a few weeks ago I made a connection: this man of steel was actually the elusive man I remember from my freshman year, Clark Kent. No one else seemed to put the two together, and I sure wasn't going to tell anyone. When Clark was a senior and I was a freshman, he gained respectable reputation for himself but he didn't talk much and kept to himself. He was good at hiding the alien that he was. But I wasn't fooled. He never helped me, after all. He even looked at me during PE one day my freshman year, I could see him contemplating to rescue me, and he didn't. I got a black eye that day from the bully Bruce, a football lineman. He's still in my PE class today. I never forgave Clark for that. Shortly after that embarrassing incident I discovered something strange about Clark. He was changing in the baseball locker room after practice. I ran into the locker room to avoid the bullies who were trying to pin me down and use me for punching practice. I hid in a locker and saw Clark undressing. On his chest was a subtle, scar-like S. It grew red every few seconds. He didn't want anyone to see it. He was hiding something. Of course I didn't make the connection until I saw the S on the superman hero outfit, a tight fitting one piece of blue and red that proudly showed the hero that he was. Then I knew, it was the same guy. Superman? Clark Kent? He didn't fool me.

A few weeks ago I discovered Clark's secret hideout at his parent's old farm in Smallville. He used it when he wasn't traveling to his fortress, or whatever it is. He didn't think anyone knew about this hideout in Smallville, but I hiked miles through the forest to find it. There I discovered everything about his past, about his alien ancestry, about his supernatural powers, about his incredible physique and stamina. I lusted for it. I wanted it, it was the answer to my own pathetic existence. But how could I get his powers?

After my second visit to the barn, I discovered the kryptonite. Apparently it crash landed fragments of Clark's homeworld. Maybe the planet was destroyed, I don't know. But after leaving his hideout I found four chunks of red meteor glowing in the forest, near the path I took to his hideout. I picked up the rocks and stashed them away, running back to Clark's hideout to read about the red meteors he wrote in his journal. This stuff was the key. It was a special kind of kryptonite, it could literally pull and move the alien's power from one body to another. I wanted it. It was going to aid me in moving his power into me. I had been studying the effects of the meteor for a few weeks and was able to use some chemistry equipment from the high school to boil it down into a liquid form. I could use a modified version of the kryptonite, combining it with magnesium, to force Kent into a hypnosis, then I could use the liquid kryptonite on his suit to aid me in pulling his powers. I knew what to do, I only had to get the man of steel under my control.

I sneaked back to his hideout on a Friday night and patiently waited for him to return. Now that he was a reporter or something in Metropolis he didn't come back to his hideout often, but I knew he'd come back tonight because he wasn't on the news. I fell asleep behind a haystack before waking to a shaking wind coming from a large hole in the barn. The man of steel, in his tight and muscle-defining outfit, flew into his domain and used his powers to barrier it, protecting him and me from the outside world. He had no idea I was there. I smiled.

I watched him write at his desk, focusing on his heroic deeds of the day. He wrote an entry in his journal and read a book for awhile. The muscles on the alien were magnificent. I couldn't look away. His thick head of dark hair waved on his scalp, and his hair prickled over his hands and face. This create was magnificent, and he was going to be mine.

He stood and stretched himself, looking around to see if anyone was looking. Of course he thought he was isolated. Then he did something that surprised me. He started to slip himself out of his suit! “oh this is perfect!” I told myself, as I needed his suit to aid me in transporting his powers into me. Superman took his left and right arm and with some struggle peeled the suit away from his arms before sliding it down his chest. Unhooking his cape and hanging it on a nearby hangar. The man peeled his suit down his chest exposing his large and bulked back and shoulders. He reached his waist and rolled it over his ass. The alien wasn't even wearing any underwear! Just his one piece suit. The man of steel didn't shave his ass or legs, and his dark hair prickled out as he slid it down his body and stepped out of the suit, revealing his naked, power-ridden body. He hung his suit and turned toward me. I hid behind the haystack. His rod was growing. The alien was getting aroused! He took his hands and slid them through his pubic hair staring at himself in the mirror, flexing his muscles, admiring his massive and sculpted physique.

“This is too easy,” I said. I needed the alien in his most vulnerable state, and this was the perfect opportunity. With his back turned to me once again I grabbed a vial of the liquid red kryptonite and pulled off the top. I had to just splash a little on him to weaken him, then I could move forward with my plan.

The man started pumping his massive rod, letting the world around him drift away. I quickly stepped behind him and flung the bottle onto his muscle-rocked back. “ARGH!” he screamed in pain. The liquid quickly sunk into the alien's body and he twisted and turned as his body seized in pain. “What the...who are you?” He said, falling onto the ground, letting go of his dick.

“It doesn't matter,” I replied. “Go to sleep now, superman, I'll see you in a minute.”

It took a lot of effort to pull the man of steel to a barn post in the center of his lair. I tied his chest to the barn post to hold him there, and took a chunk of my reduced magnesium kryptonite and hung it right above his head, just high enough to keep him weak and dreary, while still giving him some consciousness. After a few minutes the man of steel woke up.

“What? Where...who are you?” he said, still in pain from my attack earlier.

“What's it matter? I'm about to become superman.” I said smiling, watching the man of steel lift himself up, only to see himself tethered to the post behind him. “But you can call me Kyle,” That was my name, but I didn't really care at this point.

“You were at my high school, but how did you know about me?” superman asked.

“You fuckin neglected me when I was tormented, superman!” I said. “I knew you were Clark Kent ever since I saw you get naked after your baseball practice. I could see the S inscribed on your chest, you tried so hard to hide it, but you didn't know I was there, hiding in the locker room from the bullies who you neglected to protect me from! Well, it doesn't matter anymore. You let yourself get exposed. You let me find out about it. I discovered your weaknesses and I discovered what this rock can do. And now I'm going to take what you neglected, and I'm going to use it for myself.”

The Kryptonian looked at me quizzically. He had no idea. “You're trying to tell me after years of batting your foes you don't know what this shit can do?” I asked. “This is red kryptonite, it can pull your incredible powers out of your body, and deposit them into me. And I'm going to use it.” I couldn't help but chuckle, these powers were about to be mine. “Don't you get it super FREAK?! This is the end for you! You locked us into your lair and now I'm going to use your powers against you!”

Superman started to put the pieces together. He saw what the red kryptonite could do. He knew what I was going to make of him. “No, no you can't!” He started to beg. “Your planet needs me, I'm their hope for an oncoming siege, I'm here to save you not torment you! Don't do this! You don't understand!” His voice getting continually desperate.

I laughed again. “Oh so the all powerful alien is begging now? I love it. Human's aren't hurt by the kryptonite. So after I gain your powers I will be unstoppable. I will be immune to all attacks. I will take over as the planet's new savior. But only after my tormentors feel the wrath of my powers!”

I could feel my dick hardening at the fantasy. It was going to be awesome. I knew if I got this far I would get his powers. I would become Superman. No stopping me now.

The naked man of steel struggled underneath the glowing red rock. He wanted to escape but he couldn't. I had come this far, I had to finish what I came here to do. I took the suit neatly hanging on the wall and found a bucket. I needed it to move his powers into me. I stuffed the suit into a bucket and dumped two vials of the red, krypton liquid into the bucket. The liquid starting cloning itself as it integrated into the suit, creating a full bucket with the liquid suspending the suit inside of it. The liquid thickened and darkened, mixing the blue of the suit with the red of the liquid.

I sat the bucket in front of the alien and loosened his restraint from his right arm. “In order for this to work, super freak, you gotta get me some of your seed,” I said, pointing to his enormously large but now flaccid dick and balls. “Pump it.”

He knew what I was doing. He knew my plan. “No!” he said with some struggle, the power of the kryptonite above and below him. “I won't succumb.”

I smiled. “Yes you will.”

The body of the naked alien was mesmerizing. He was perfect in every way. I stepped forward and lowered the glowing rock closer to the alien, entrancing him, making it difficult for him to see where he was, what was going on. I looked down at his dick, his balls heaving behind it in panic. I reached out and lifted his dick with my hand. The weight was insane. The girth of it huge, barely able to fit my small hands around it. I gave it a tug. The alien hadn't masturbated in awhile, it didn't take long for it to jump to attention. “Umm...” he said, yelping in pleasure at my stroke. I jerked again and again, the man of steel trying to evade my strokes of pleasure but unable to hold back, the rock beckoning him to continue. “This is your power, superman,” I said, “and it's going to be mine.”

“Please don't,” he begged, his eyes shut, further losing himself in his own pleasure. Lost under the hypnosis of his own erection and the red meteor above him, superman brushed aside my hand and took his dick for himself, jerking it, lost in his own pleasure of his massive cock. His balls pulled into his body as his dick grew further, his body preparing itself to ejaculate his alien seed.

His body was perfect. I could feel the heat of the alien radiating off of him. I touched my chest. As I was to be the one to gain his powers, I needed to add my own seed, too. And I could feel my dick jerking in my shorts, eager to join in on the fun. I threw off my shirt and kicked off my shoes. Superman opened his eyes, still lost in his own jerking. But looked me over as my pathetic body revealed itself under my clothes. I got to my boxers before he could see my own small erection underneath my underwear. “What are you doing?” He asked between breaths.

“We need both of our seed in here. For the first time I think I'm not embarrassed to expose my naked body. Because I won't own it for much longer,” I said, peeling down my boxers and getting naked across from the man of steel.

The massive alien was hypnotically massaging his dick, under the influence my newfound rock of power. The thought of gaining his powers were too much for me, I started pumping with the fantasy of becoming this muscular and powerful behemoth. It only took me a minute to explode with excitement, my semen landing in the bucket below me. “OH YEAH!” I whispered as pleasure wracked through my body. “This is mine! You are mine, aren't you super freak?” I asked, more confident than ever before.

Superman was not completely lost in his own hypnosis, “No, NO, NOOOOOO!” he shouted before his dick choked and started spewing his seed. It was massive, loads of cum falling out of his dick and into the bucket I placed below. “Umm, no, ARGH AWW!” he shouted in pleasure as the cum mixed with my own, the krypton liquid, and his suit below. The red liquid ate it up and started sparking streaks of power, red electric bolts moving across the bucket and the suit.

I hoisted the rock back above the alien and let his consciousness come back to him. I walked to the sink and washed off my hands. The naked man let go of his dick, surrendering himself to what was to happen. “Please, don't, do, this,” he said between breaths. “You don't know what you're gaining. The red krypton is evil. It will make you do things that you never imagined before.”

I paused, listening to the alien. “That's exactly what I want,” I said. “I didn't go through this trouble for nothing, I want my new wrath to be heard on the world, I want them to know who I am.”

For the first time in my life I didn't mind being butt naked in front of someone else. This was my time, this was my turn to become that which the world would fear, that which would succumb to my powers. “If I decide to become a hero,” I said, “it will be after I've exhausted my need for vengeance.”

The red liquid had now soaked into the suit. It looked the same as it always had, but it was now ready for it's new bearer. I unfurled it and examined it. It was at least twice my own size, but I didn't care, that wouldn't matter. The man of steel looked up at me with concern, defeat and begging in his eyes. “Please don't,” was all he could say.

I pushed my left leg, then my right, into the suit, curled it up over my dick, which was finally shrinking again, and over my skinny butt. I rolled it over my thin treasure trail and up and over my stomach and chest, slipping my arms into the right and left sleeves. The suit was huge on me, but it felt welcoming, encouraging. I was feeling more and more confident with every move I made, fitting my fingers into the gloves, attaching the back up to my neck and unfurling the cape.

I could feel the suit vibrating over my body. It was feeling me, determining me. Matching itself to me. “Oh wow,” I whispered, the pathetic alien looking at me as it tightened against my body. The latex started shrinking as it grabbed hold of my skin and shrunk down to reveal all my pathetic figure.

Then the pain started.

Hot, searing shocks of pain erupted from the suit, it felt like lava was being poured onto me and scraped off. “ARRGH!” I shouted. The suit started lifting my body. Levitating me up 5, 10 feet into the middle of the barn. “What the fuck!” I was able to shout, “god what is this?” the suit was wracking my body, causing it to twist and turn in searing and painful movements, my head felt hot and heavy as waves of energy started to encircle me. My chest started getting particularly hot as the suit's large, red “S” started to glow and spark with red, electric bolts.

The suit forced me to face the naked alien below me as the sparks shot out of the S and onto the alien. Searing him with the same pain I was feeling. “ARGH NOO!” he shouted as it burned off his ropes and pulled the muscular behemoth toward me. “My powers, NO!” he shouted again as the red bolts of electricity pulled the alien, lifting him off the ground and encircling him. As he slowly flew toward me the bolts literally drained him of his muscle and drew them upward in waves of immortal energy toward the suit and into my body. Immediately I went from pain and confusion and pleasure and confidence.

“Oh god,” I said, “Oh yes, YES YEEESSS!” I shouted as I felt the immortal powers of the alien burrowed into me through his suit. “FUCK YEAH!” I shouted again as my chest twisted and turned before spasming pounds of muscle underneath the suit. My pecs grew outward into thick, tight slabs of meat, followed by my abs quickly rumbling and forming a deep 8 pack with a defined and sharp adonis belt, pushing my suit back outward, expanding it against my ever-increasing body. I reached down to feel the washboard, every contour tightening against the suit. My legs blew outward with thick, steel quads stronger than those losers on the football team. My knees knocked and my shins expanded, before pushing outward, stretching my legs as they gained length and muscle. The powers reached upward to my shoulders doubling them in size before extending out toward my biceps and hands, growing them to match the size of the once-powerful alien's stature. I could feel my legs elongating as my shoulders doubled up toward my neck, now thickening. The masculine overdrive of the superhero powered new masculine hairlines across my face and down my chest, building a physique of a powerful alien-god. I looked upward to the former man of steel, a look of fear and pleading on his face as he reached his skinny, disintegrating arm toward me, begging me to stop, quickly losing all of his stature and stamina. He levitated closer and closer to me until we were only a foot apart, “Don't do this!” he begged underneath my power of theft removing everything he knew before. “You can still stop this!” he said, the freak becoming smaller and skinnier and more pathetic than ever before, his hair receding, his muscle mass disappearing, his features fading.

“You're mine, superman! I am now the new Superman! The most powerful being in the world!” I shouted, feeling my ass lock in and push a hard and defined bubble butt outward. As the man of steel dried and withered into nothing but the red electric bolts engulfing him, the last of his body literally pushed itself into me like a ghost, and I felt my immortal seed grow inside my package, my semen realigning itself to the pure power of the Kryptonians, growing with aggression as is pushed hard against my suit, my dick soon following with intense girth and power. The man of steel was gone. I was now Superman.

The red powers engulfed me. “YESSS! YEAAHHHHHHH!” I shouted, “my POWERS!” as I gained the knowledge of the Kryptonians, the immortality, the ability to fly, the ability to morph and transform, I was becoming more than superman. I was becoming a superbeing of all power. “GAARRR!” I shouted as my eyes turned red. Erupting a stream of power onto the roof of the barn, burning the fortress that Superman had set over his lair.

I could feel the powers coursing through me as they zapped into my body. I flew upward at the speed of light and into the upper atmosphere, feeling the burn of powers course through me. “This is who I am!” I shouted, my deep, defined voice rattling through the skies. “I am the power of the Kryptons!”

I could feel Superman's powers coursing through me. I could feel my body relishing in what I had gained. I could feel the knowledge of what I could do, and the innate, begging need for me to exact some evil vengeance. The red of the kryptonite filled me with the vengeance I sought, and I intended to use it. I had been bullied too long, pushed around, ignored by those who deserved me the ultimate respect. Now they were going to get it.

I willed my suit away as I floated in the skies and looked at my bare, immaculate chest. I turned to see my toned bubble ass, exposed with intense muscle, and I flexed my legs and arms to test their sinew and power. Stretching, I pushed my hands down to my dick just as Superman had done earlier and tugged on its power. My body rattled with intense pleasure. “Oh yeah, this is going to be fun,” I said, willing the suit back onto me and flying through the sky. “The football bullies are mine!”

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She Gave Him My Muscles

We met in the gym and my dick was hard the second I saw her. There was something irrestable about her toned body, beautiful face and confidence. With one word we were on the way to her apartment. Her name was Sheila and she told me to take off my shirt and show her my muscles and I obliged. After all, I was proud of being 220 and built like a bodybuilder.

 Muscles had always come naturally to me and I had to do very little to keep my mass. I was a natural mesomorph. Two days a week at the gym and I had the body most guys dream of, thick, ripped and hard.

 There was a big mirror on the wall and I stood in front of it and flexed for her. She ran her hands over my muscles admiring each bodypart. My arms peaked up to 19 inches and she caressed the baseball bicep. She traced my pecs and abs with her fingers and then ran her hands over my ass. Just as I started fondling her and feeling her toned body the doorbell rang.

In walked a tall, scrawney, slacker boy about 20 with spiked up hair. This is Tony, she said. Tony meet Joey. I shook the kids hand. It was like a fish and I squeezed it till he winced in pain. He was a little wimpy prick, interrupting my fun, and I tensed my pecs and biceps just to intimidate him. Hey jerk, he replied. Look at Joey's muscles Tony, nice huh? Joey, show Tony your big muscles. I obliged and put up a double bi. She reached up and felt my bi and I peaked it up even more. Feel that, she said to him. The kid reached up and grabbed it and squeezed it hard. I flexed it and it he couldn't even dent it.

Wouldn't you like to have muscles like that Tony? she said. Yeah, Tony said, and reached up and pinched my nipple squeezing hard and twisting. I was caught by surprize and squealed in pain. See, he's just a pussy, he laughed. I was just about to deck the kid when she stepped between us. Joey wants muscles like yours. Wouldn't he look good about your size, all big and buff? Take off your shirt Joey and let's see your muscles in the mirror. The kid took off his t-shirt and he was pitiful. He was tall, about 6'2", but skinny and scrawney with veins showing on his armsand shoulders. He had a little waist and kind of wide shoulders but no muscle at all. I walked behind him in the mirror. Flex your arms Tony, I said. He put up his biceps and flexed. They were flat with no tone at all. I grabbed his arm and said, I've seen little girls with more muscles! and I squeezed until he hurt. Damn, you brused me, he said. Tony needs some muscle, she said, but look at his little waist and wide shoulders. With some size he'd look great. How much do you weigh Tony? About 150 he said. How about you Joey. Two hundred twenty pounds of pure muscle, I said as I popped up my pecs and hit some poses in the morror. I bet at 170 you'd look real nice, let's see. All of a sudden I reeled with dizziness. The room went black and I fell backward like I'd been hit with a hammer. The room swam as I struggled to stand, I felt so weak. I felt like I was being drained of all my strength. I looked up and saw Tony, he was fairly glowing and smiling. When my head cleared I heard the kid say, wow, look at me! He was standing in front of the mirror tensing each bodybpar. His shoulders, chest and arms had filled out and I could see a definite 6 pack of abs. Ooh, you look good, Sheila said, flex for me. He put up his arms and nice little lemon size biceps popped up. Look, muscles! he said. And he flexed his pecs and made them bounce. Sheila ran her hands over the new muscles on little Tony. Wow, you look great with muscles. You're about 170 now. and look at your little waist and broad shoulders. With more size you'd be like a bodybuilder. Let's see you legs, she said, unbuttoning his jeans. Tony stripped to his briefs and flexed his quads. Nice legs, and nice ass, too, Sheila said, feeling his butt. Look at Joey, he's down to 200 now. It was true, I was smaller. I flexed my arms and they were down a couple incles. What did you do to me? I asked. Oh, just took some of your muscle. Some people have the gift of being able to grow muscle almost without effort. You are one of those supermesomorphs. You hardly have to do anything and you look like a bodybuilder. And I have the gift of being able to take muscle from people like you and give it to others. I could tell in the gym that you were one I could take from. Now let's make Tony a little bigger.

How about 20 more pounds. Bring him up to 190 and you to 180. No, I said, and lunged at her. But it was too late. I fell back, dizzy, reeling, weak. When I looked up again Tony was smiling. Look at me Joey boy, who's the wimp now? Tony, at 190, was impressive. Six feet two, with a 28 inch waist tapering up to broad thick shoulders. Pecs bulging at the slightest move and biceps laced with bulging veins. His abs were a deep cut 8 pack. Tony put up his arms, flexed in the mirror, and a nice peak stood up. Baseball biceps, Sheila said, feeling them both, and hard as a steel. Look at your broad shoulders and powerful chest she said, running her hands over his muscles as he flexed them. Tony said, so this is what real muscle feels like. I feel fuckin huge. And look at little Joey. Show us your muscles now, puny boy, now that I'm 10 pounds bigger. I stood beshide him and put up my arms and saw about 16" biceps. Mine are bigger Tony said and put up an arm beside mine. And look at that peak. He was right, his genetics made his peak stand up like a little mountain. And look at those legs, Sheila said. I watched as Tony flexed his quads and Sheila ran her hands over the powerful muscles.

I had had enough and decided that I had to get out of there. When Sheila turned to feel his legs I made for the door and was out. The next thing I remember I was waking up on the floor. Sheila and Tony were looking down at me. Your not fast enough little boy, Tony said. And as my head cleared I couldn't believe what I saw. Tony was huge. He had to be 230 at least. His shoulders were massive and broad and his pecs were like carved marble. He tapered down to a tiny waist with deep cut abs rippling down to his briefs. His powerful quads flaired down to the knee.

What do you think now little Joey? he said as he flexed his pecs and made them stand up like rock hard slabs of muscle. And who has biceps now, he said, as he flexed his arm up. Must be 20 inches and peaked up like a mountain. Wanna have some fun with all these muscles, he said to Sheila. And I watched as she took off her clothes and started feeling him. He flexed every muscle for her and she felt him and licked him and ran her tits over his muscles. Then he pulled off his briefs, lifted her onto his rock hard dick and held her with massive biceps as he fucked her. The veins in his biceps bulged as he lifted her up and down untill his cock exoploded. Now it's your turn Joey boy, he said. He reached down and lifted me under the arms. I'd say you're about 140. Soft and puny as a little girl. Let's see your biceps. Now! he said, and he shook me in his iron grip. I put up my arms and tiny little bulges stood up, barely like golf balls. Hey, Sheila, look he still has some muscles. I want em, he said. And my head swam again. 

I came to still in his grip. ten more pounds of your muscle, he said. I'm up to 240 and it feels great. Let's see your muscles now and he lifted me off the ground and sunk his fingers into my back and chest until I winced in pain. I put up my arms and there was no muscle, just skin and bones. You're down to 130, think your friends will recognize you? Look at me with 90 pounds of your muscle. And he stood up and started to flex and pose. Awesome, so much muscle. The more I pose the more pumped I get. Look at the sweat running off me making the muscles shine. . You were such a smart-ass prick when I came in here putting those muscles in my face. Now mine are gonna be in your face. Lick em! he commanded, lick the swet off my muscles. Lick me clean. Do it, Sheila said, or I'll take ten more pounds. And Tony flexed each body part as I licked him clean. I cleaned the cut between his massive pecs and he grabbed my head and made me work his nipples. I licked between the cuts in his abs, cuts that could hide a quarter between the bricks of muscle. I licked his powerful legs and worked my way up to his ass. Heavy squats had given me a muscular tight ass and now it was his. Clean it out good, he ordered as he flexed his glutes. And I put my face in and licked as he groaned with pleasure. Now the front he said, my favorite muscle. And I slid his hard cock down my throat. He held my head and worked me as I sucked and worked it till he came. I can't wait to try out these muscles at the club tonight, Tony said. Gimme your shorts, he ordered. I took off my gym shorts and watched Tony put them on over his muscular ass. Then he pulled my tank top on and checked himself out in the mirror. I think I have a better body than you did, he said. Six two, wider shoulders, better abs, and look at the peak on this bicep, he said, as he flexed it up and kissed his own arm. There's a couple chicks I wanna have some fun with and a couple guys I always wanted to fuck. With this body, I can do anything. 

BY Spinpenna

A Good Deed and its Reward

Kevin was just a few months from his 19th birthday, but unfortunately having a bad combo of weak genes and little to no exercise ended up making him look like a shrimpy 16 year old.

Light brown hair that he lets grow to his chin cause he still hasn't figured out his "look", and mud brown eyes complete the set as it were.

His high school bully, Mitchell would "joke", while shoving him in the nearest locker, that Kevin would make Wally Cox look like Lou Ferrigno.

After Kevin looked up who Wally Cox is, (AN: the original voice actor of Underdog) he got his revenge by spreading a rumor that Mitchell likes to wear pink underwear.

The stay at the hospital was still worth it. Most of the cheerleaders visited him, feeling sorry for the nice wimp who's good at tutoring, and to talk about how Mitchell is such a jerk and is being transferred to another school.

His parents on the other hand...hoo boy. They made it clear that doing petty acts like that would get him in deeper trouble or worse injuries unless he wises up.

So Kevin made a private vow to follow the Golden Rule and to not act all ass-holey like the Mitchells of the world.

Having graduated with minimum fuss, Kevin decided to get a job for about a year or two before trying college. And hopefully by then, he'll look like his proper age and be taken more seriously.

So far, it's not been going well. He got a job cleaning in a motel, which didn't bother him all things considered, but it was how his boss tried to give him below minimum-wage on account of him being "a minor". It took a bit of work to prove it, calling his doctor was sooo embarrassing, but Kevin convinced the boss that he is legal age and deserves the full pay amount per hour.

Eight months later.

"Ugh." Kevin winces as he pulls someone's bra from behind the side table. "Why do they always forget these things after they check out?! If it's not bottles, or condoms, it's these..." He blushes as he keeps muttering to himself. "and seriously, why do they always buy these big ones? I saw her as she left, she was totally packing socks in there." He takes the cart and moves to the next room.

While this really isn't supposed to be that kind of motel, being across the street from a popular bar ended up having drunks, one-night stands, and drunken one-night stands be the main customer base. Still, there would sometimes be more normal people checking in at times.

Not this time, though.

Kevin knocked on the door at the end of landing just before one reaches the laundry/store room. "Cleaning service! It's after checkout time so I need to get in."

"Just a sec." A woman's voice filtered thru the door.

Dayum. That voice sounded like sex personified! Kevin had to readjust his coveralls as he got halfway hard just from hearing that.

'Don't make anything of this.' Kevin mentally reminds himself. 'The voice never fits the face. No way she's gonna loo-duuuuuu...'

The door opens to reveal that, yep. The face did fit the voice. And the body exceeded expectations.

She had an exotic, dark-tanned look that implies northeast Africa or Middle-eastern. Gorgeous hourglass figure in a turquoise, barely reaching the knees, dress that almost looks painted on. Matching Go-Go style boots. Black hair done up in a braided bun, grey eyes that mesmerized and cupid's bow lips that would make any straight man or gay woman to immediately think dirty thoughts.

She smiles, which makes Kevin mentally stagger and get harder than he ever did since puberty kicked in.

"Thank you for waiting. I hope I didn't make too much of a mess." She walks off towards the lobby.

uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh...

Kevin smacks his cheek to snap out of it. And while taking deep breaths to control the pain from below his waist, Kevin starts his routine of changing the bed sheets and praying that there won't be any questionable stain this time.

As he pulls the covers back, a wallet flops out of one of the folds.

"Aw, crud." Kevin grabs it and rushes to the lobby as fast as he can, wincing all the way.

He catches sight of her halfway out the doors. "MISS!"

She turns and he will swear for the rest for his life, that she moved in slow-mo with one of those shimmery Hollywood lens effects framing her. A ringlet tickling her cheek from the movement.

He nearly trips, feeling a SLAM of arousal hit his entire body, if such a thing is possible.

"yes?" She patiently asks. No doubt she's used to men of all ages making idiots of themselves in her presence.

"wallet." He wheezes as he holds it out to her while using the other hand to brace himself against the wall.

She takes it and smiles even more radiantly than before. "How good of you. And with such a miserable job, the fact you weren't once tempted to keep my cash and credit cards is even more admirable."

"Huh?"

She places a hand on his chest. Her golden-painted nails carefully gripping the denim. She murmurs something foreign and then lets go. "You have been rewarded. Go live your new life."

And with that enigmatic speech and a blinding smile, she leaves.

"...the Hell was that?" Kevin shakes his head and walks back to the room to finish. He's gotta clean all the rooms on that floor before his shift ends.

Forty minutes later, Kevin wheels the cart into the laundry/store room and writes his time on the work clipboard, hanging on the wall.

"uhh..." He wipes his face with his sleeve.

He's been feeling way too warm since that sex goddess touched him. What if he's coming down with something? If he has to take a sick day, the boss will just fire him and hire someone even more desperate.

He splashes some cold water on his face. After drying, he opens his locker to get his clothes. "The Hell?!"

Instead of his clothes, someone replaced them with a black shirt and jeans several sizes larger.

"Who did this crap?! I'l-AAARGH" He doubles over as the heat reaches scorching temperatures in his gut. Despite the pain, he manages to stay on his feet.

"wha..." He groans as the heat pulses again. It seems to reach every bit of his body.

throb throb throb throb

He tries to take deep breaths, but his body won't stop shaking. "someone help me!" He tries to call out, but there's no one within hearing range.

throb throb throb throb throb

With his eyes clenched tight, Kevin doesn't see that he's growing taller. Two inches. Another two inches. Going up till he's around 6'5. His overalls are tight and the leg cuffs are now brushing against his shins. His wrist cuffs are closer to his elbows then his wrists.

Then the pain starts to shift. it's still scorching, but it begins to feel...good. Like watching a really great porn good. And the heat feels like the burn Kevin felt the one time he tried a gym out and overdid it.

Soaked in sweat, Kevin pants and finds the strength to straighten up. Then he looks at his arm. "wha?"

The denim sleeve grows tighter. His arm is swelling. With muscle.

His hand grows till it's disproportionate to his body. Then his forearm, with veins sticking out all over the skin, his upper arm, till his shoulder is nearly dodgeball size. The sleeve creaks from barely keeping it together.

Kevin breathes harder as his other arm soon follows in size and strength. He stares at the mirror over the sink.

Both arms look like they're thicker than his thighs. It's almost cartoonish how over-sized they are. But on the other hand...

"This is hot!" Kevin grins.

The growing feels so good and his arms are massive. His sleeves are in danger of either cutting off his circulation or breaking apart.

He tries that double bicep pose he's seen on the internet and the sleeves just disintegrate into rags with a loud shhrripp sound!

"HOLY CRAP!!"

Before he can savor tearing his uniform sleeves to pieces, he feels the heat build in his chest. He looks down.

throbs throbs throbs throbs throbs

The top button breaks off with a ping and flies off somewhere. Then the second one.

"Don't stop." Kevin pants as he sees his chest slowly block his view to his feet. "Bigger. Please, keep going! This is so effin hot!"

One button ricochets off the mirror with a loud ptink! His pecs jut out more and more, growing into solid muscles with a deeply defined crevice in between till they could give 70s era Schwarzenegger a run for his trophies.

Enough buttons broke off to show his bare chest down to the first set of carved-in abs.

"I GOT ABS!" He shouts in delight.

He moves his fingers over them. A 6-pack that feels like it's made of marble. And damn, touching them feels soo good!

By now, Kevin's shaft was rock hard and throbbing in time to the heat that's transforming his body. He tries to unbutton the remaining buttons but his fingers are too large and he's having trouble seeing his waist in the mirror as it's chest high.

"Crud." He just grabs his crotch thru the denim and starts massaging. "uuuuuhhhhhhhhh"

Kevin was never one for masturbating, whenever he watched porn, he felt too self-conscious about his 5' shaft. But heck with that, he's gotta keep this sensation going!

Though it was tricky, with his thick arms reaching around his massive chest, he manages to find the right rhythm and grows more used to working his new limbs. "uuuhhh." He moans and slurs in a haze. "Thas...it's feelin' bigger..."

His shaft does very slowly, compared to the rest of his body, grow larger in length and girth. Thankfully, Kevin's in no hurry, it feels so damn good to feel his member grow with each rub and grip.

As he keeps touching himself, his waist contracts just a pinch but all the lingering fat converts into raw muscle to support his gigantic upper half.

Then the heat moves downward to his increasing ecstasy.

He shouts some really filthy words as his rear grows till he looks like he's practically got bowling balls in his pants and just as hard. His briefs barely stay on, only so many threads keeping the structural integrity intact, and the tightness threatens to damage his groin but he doesn't care.

His thighs turn as thick as his old waist size and force him to widen his stance, his calves achieve that perfect large diamond shape. The legs of his coveralls rips to shreds. His feet break thru his tatty sneakers with ease.

Kevin stomps on each foot to shake off the remains and to get used to his new posture. He steps back a pace to better examine himself in the mirror while still moving his hand over his groin, and moaning from the pleasure.

His coveralls are nothing more than shredded rags barely keeping him from being completely naked. Despite his small head and still too-youthful look, his body looks like a urban Tarzan.

Then it happens.

As he has been massaging his shaft almost non-stop since the changes began, Kevin feels the pressure build and build and all the heat in his entire body converge to the one organ.

He screams as his climax hits him as powerful as a bullet hitting glass. The geyser of his seed destroys his briefs and the remains of his coveralls till he's naked and shooting at the mirror, causing minute cracks.

THROB THROB THROB THROB THROB THROB

Unaware of anything but raw joy and liquid fire erupting from his tool, Kevin doesn't feel the final changes occurring. His head grows more in proportion to his giant body and his features turning to look more early-20s-ish, his hair turning ink-black and shifting to give a almost buzz-cut style. His eye color turns black as well. Facial hair grows over his upper lip, and chin and jawline. His complexion giving off a attractive Latino vibe.

The pounding heat keeps him going several seconds longer than all of his past climaxes combined. And far more amazing. After his 12th or 14th stream, he finally feels like he's running out.

Bracing his hands on his knees, Kevin rests his chin on his pecs and focuses only on deep breaths. "...holy...shit!"

The only sounds in the room besides his breathing, is the drip, drip of his seed from the mirror and overflowed sink.

'I need to see.' He takes one of the biggest clean towels and works on wiping the mirror until it's clean enough to suit him. He steps back far enough so only his waist and down are visible.

"SHIT!"

His shaft is 10 inches long and still halfway hard and nearly as round as a pop can. Exhausted beyond measure, Kevin forces himself to not touch and to focus on something else.

His new clothes.

Kevin examines them better now that he's getting more used to moving in this Super-Atlas body. The underwear are basically silky speedos but they fit perfectly and keep his shaft in place without constricting. He wiggles a little, enjoying the sensation of silk whisper over his shaft. Regular jeans but somehow the denim feels smooth against his skin. He makes himself think of Mitchell to stop getting hard again. Though the thought of running into Mitchell in his new body makes him grin an evil grin.

Socks. Shoes. Nothing extraordinary other being of higher quality then his usual clothing budget.

As he dresses, Kevin doesn't notice that his torn stained clothes, and the mess on the mirror and sink have disappeared.

He puts the black shirt on and admires in the mirror that the deep collar gives him awesome "he-vage". He flexes and poses for a few minutes, watching his shirt get tight in places, feeling his jeans move against his rear cheeks, feeling the silk caresses his member.

Sucking in a breath, Kevin splashes cool water against his face. He really doesn't have the strength to climax again. Especially if it's gonna be as insane-explosive as before. It'll be fun to find out when he gets home.

He checks the rest of his locker for his personal effects. His watch is now the kind that's expensive heavy-duty, can take a lot of punishment, watch. And the latest iPhone model, but it still has all of his games and music.

And finally his wallet.

'Oh crap. I don't look anything like me! How am I gonna explain this to Mom and Dad?!'

But he relaxes as he looks over the contents. He's got a driver's license, still the same age though now he looks older, which is awesome, and a pic of his new face and in defiance of DMV tradition, his picture flatters him.

"I got a car!" He fist pumps. His key ring shows it's a Ford Ranger. "SWEET!"

His photo of him with his parents last Christmas shows him in his new body dwarfing his parents with his arms around their shoulders. "Huh."

And according to the remaining stuff in his wallet, he now works at the expensive car restoring place downtown.

Knowledge of cars, engines of various brands and models, and expertise to handle older, fancy cars floods his brain and he stumbles for a second. "whoa..."

And Kevin smiles and gives a silent thank you to that gorgeous woman wherever she is.

Once he's got everything he needs in place, Kevin faces the mirror for one last pose. "You are one hot stud!" Grabbing his phone, he takes a selfie.

With his latest paycheck deposited in the bank yesterday, Kevin decides to celebrate by heading to that bar across the street.

Sipping his beer and studying the ladies from his barside seat, Kevin notices a pretty Asian lady.

She notices him and smiles. She motions for him to join her at her table.

As he walks over, Kevin vows to do a lot more good deeds per week.

Who knows what could happen next time?

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Muscle Growth

A Good Deed and its Reward

This story is me testing how to post something with images and a challenge to see if I can write a story of this adult nature on the fly. So

Loving My Summer Body

Describing myself, Wyatt, has always been a difficult task, as it would be so easy to focus on what most would consider boring or stereotypically nerdy. When I attended the University of Chicago for my undergraduate degree in history, all four years were almost exclusively focused on my studies and getting into graduate school. There was no such thing for me as spring break vacations, or even summer and winter breaks, which were prime internship periods. Honestly, I barely even saw my parents, as I rarely had the time to go home. Human interaction was basically just roommates, professors, students from classes or projects, and the rare party or hookup. On the other hand, any solitary free time, once in a blue moon, was the expected video games, television shows, movies, anime, and anything else you’d likely associate with a geek.

I know what you’re probably thinking at this point, some combination of “what a nerd” and it sounds like I probably needed a break. The latter is truer than you’ll ever know, as I was experiencing pretty intense burnout just by the end of the first year. Coming into my sophomore year I had no idea how I was going to keep up with my schedule, but then my roommate recommended something that would change my life forever. He wanted to get into working out to increase his game and didn’t want to do it alone, so he suggested it as a stress reliever for me between work. At the time, I was willing to try anything to get my life back on track, so I agreed. Little did I know he would drop it within the month, and I would totally fall in love with my gym time. Working out became my time to forget about school and focus on myself, which even the nerdy stuff couldn’t fully accomplish.

Ultimately, I never expected working out to change my body, that wasn’t why I was doing it, but the results came within the year. Coming into college, my body was skinny on a good day, and a little chubby at worst. Yet, little by little, the gym began to sculpt my body into something high school me could only have dreamt of looking like. The fat burned away from my face down to my stomach, and muscle began to form all over, from my chest to my calves. Honestly, I didn’t even notice the changes at first, I wasn’t expecting any muscle to form, but maybe that was naïve of me. I went hard on my workouts for the relaxation and to get my stress out, but it changed me completely. I was a 6’4” average-looking kid when I started, but by the end of college I had transformed myself from a boy into a full on man.

For me at least, the changes were first most notable in my face, which went from looking pretty ordinary to almost like a sculptor took the time to chisel out my jawline. But overtime, the mirror would make very clear what was happening to my body. Every morning I’d wake up to brush my teeth in front of the bathroom mirror only to be greeted by I guy with no chest, twigs for arms, chicken legs, and some stomach fat. But then, after my face began to transform, I next noticed the fat from my body was basically all gone, then signs of an actual chest and biceps quickly followed. It was genuinely exciting, I didn’t expect this at all, and I was still dedicated to my studies more than anything, but I was impressed with myself. Eventually, I think I just got use to the incremental changes when one day the realization of what was happening truly hit me. Standing in front of me was no longer the lanky kid that had walked onto campus, I had become a total, unrivaled hunk.

Standing at 6’4” with 220 pounds of pure muscle, I finally realized how much of a beast I had become over the two-plus years of training. When I started I had no chest to speak of, the area was practically just bone, but now I had two monstrous pecs with a light coating of hair on top. Along with my now wide, broad shoulders and thick, bull neck, my pecs helped me fill out shirts unlike I ever had before. Similarly, no longer did I have tiny, weak arms, I was proud of my new baseball-sized, veiny biceps that I happily showed off at any opportunity. Combined with the other features, I legit had to get new shirts just to fit me, which I won’t lie, I did tend to get them on the tighter end. Yet, the godliest feature, I’d say, was the development of my stomach, which now sported a rock-hard eight-pack with completely shredded obliques. Not to be forgotten, my upper body was also sporting an insane back, which I didn’t even know was something you could mold into shape. There were ridges and crevasses all over when I flexed, honestly just looked like a map, I kid you not.

Then, not to be out done by my torso, my lower body also developed its own set of incredible results. My thighs and calves basically gave me tree trunk like legs that just looked gigantic whenever I wore shorts. Pants were sometimes even hard to fit into, an issue that I kind of just find hilarious at times, but also pretty sexy. Funny enough, I’d probably argue that my biggest change down there though was probably my butt. I had the flattest ass you could possibly imagine at the start of this process, but now I had a total bubble butt, which became as hard as steel when I flexed. At the end of the day, I developed the body of a fitness model, and I loved it. Working out gave me an outlet for the stress of college, which I was able to then manage perfectly. Yet, it also transformed my body into something most men can only dream of accomplishing. I had essentially become a god among men, I just didn’t understand the full extent of my power. Sure, I knew people looked, but more than anything I had my head in books, I didn’t have time to see the benefits that my newly muscled physique could provide. Of course, these incredible muscles have gotten me laid, but that was just with a girl and a guy, separately, just to try it, and honestly, they were pretty scary and uncomfortable first times. Ultimately, I know how sexy and beautiful I look now, I just haven’t had the opportunity to fully explore what I’ve earned.

With all of that said, most importantly, all of my hard work in school paid off and I was able to graduate with a 4.0 GPA and various academic accomplishments, assuring my place in Columbia University’s doctoral program in history. Yet, as proud of this achievement as I was, I did kind of feel like I had missed out on the fun of college, especially what a body like mine could have gotten around to doing. I definitely could have had way more sex, gone out with friends, drank at parties, and ultimately asserted my alpha male status. I’ve seen plenty of porn and instances where muscular hunks get everything they want and have a blast, I wanted that to be me. Before my program starts in September, I’m dedicated to making this happen, I want this to be a summer of fun where I’m the center of attention and get all the sex I can handle. I’ve been so busy I haven’t even had the time to show off my body at the beach or pool, it’s totally nuts, I know. But then, as I was planning out my summer, an insane opportunity hit me, my old friends from high school wanted to meet up again for a reunion. I genuinely hadn’t seen them in years, with us barely taking the time to text one another during undergrad.

Between studying, internships, research, and working out, high school had been the last thing on my mind throughout my time at the University of Chicago. Yet, when my old friend Olivia messaged me about doing a trip to Myrtle Beach, my mind travelled back to high school. Long before getting ripped and focusing so much on my education, I was just an average looking, closeted boy getting by at Academic Magnet High School in North Charleston, South Carolina. Back then, my friend group, which consisted of Olivia, Logan, and Eli, was how I got through it all. Olivia was by far the leader of our group, and arguably the smartest at the time. Although she was only 5’2” with a pretty average-to-skinny body, she was definitely a force to be reckoned with, and she knew it. Logan, on the other hand, at 5’11” and a little chubby, was what I would call your average dude, although he was still smart. If you had any issues with your computer, he was the guy to talk to, or honestly if you were just looking for a good laugh. Then, there was Eli, a guy I could talk about for hours, he was my best friend, and my first real crush. Standing at 5’9” with an even skinner body then mine, hazel eyes, and the cutest face, he captivated my attention for most of high school. It was my attraction to him that helped me come to terms with my bisexuality, although no one knew, and Eli was straight. But, more importantly, we had everything in common, out of the four of us, Eli and I were the closest. When it came to all that fun nerdy stuff I talked about earlier, we were in sync.

Ultimately, we were the stereotypical friend group you see in movies, but that changed quickly by the time we received our college admissions letters our senior year. I got into the University of Chicago for history, Logan would be attending the University of Pennsylvania for computer science, and both Eli and Olivia would be going to Boston College to study biology. The world was separating us, but for the sake of our futures, maybe it really was time to move on. Yet, in planning to head to Boston, Olivia and Eli grew closer than ever before, a clear wedge being created between myself and Eli. Everyone saw it, and many speculated that they were probably even secretly dating, but I didn't know anything about that. By the time we graduated, the group was meeting less and less, which was sad, but maybe that’s just a part of life after high school. Luckily, we did create a post-high school group chat, but that was sparingly used for bigger news. This included big internship announcements and other academic achievements, but also the news that Olivia and Eli were now dating and me coming out as bisexual to the group. In hindsight, this would have been the place to mention my insane transformation, but by the time I came into my own, the group chat was completely dead. When Olivia messaged us all about the potential of a weekend trip to Myrtle Beach, I hadn’t opened that chat in almost two years.

This was more than just a suggestion for me, it was a blast from the past that brought back so many memories and emotions. Yet, what dominated my thinking, and gave me butterflies in my stomach, was the idea that I would see Eli again after all these years. I know he’s straight, and we’ve both changed so much in our own ways, but when I got that text I was transported back to a time where we were discovering ourselves together. At the same time, I had no idea how he and the others would react to my rippled muscles, nor did I know how I would feel around Olivia and Eli as a couple. It would definitely be weird, but my gut was telling me I had to see this through, and on some level, I missed all of them. Ultimately, after thinking more about it, I knew I had to get out there more, and decided to message the group that I was definitely interested. Soon after, Eli confirmed as well, and Logan was also in, asking if he could bring his girlfriend.

Great, I agreed to a beach vacation with two couples, but it was too late to back out now, I have to go and show off the new me. Ironing out the details, we realized I would be the last to get back to South Carolina after wrapping up in Chicago, so we decided it would be easier if I just headed straight there after sending my dorm stuff home. It was a weird feeling, I genuinely hadn’t gone to the beach in years and now I was going to Myrtle Beach to meet up with people who use to be my closest friends. All of this was making me feel like I was back in high school, I was the nervous little kid again despite these rippling abs and massive pecs. But soon enough, I had to man up, so I packed up everything I needed and headed to Myrtle Beach. Olivia gave me the address of the house, and even though I was supposed to arrive last, somehow, I made it there first. Yet, without the key, I was stuck just waiting outside in my car. I don’t know how long I was just sitting there checking stuff out on my phone, but then all of a sudden, another car pulled up next to me and lowered its window.

“Are you the owner of this house?” asked a pretty attractive girl with light-brown hair, blue eyes, and honestly solid breasts.

“No, I’m actually staying here with some friends for the weekend,” I responded, smiling back, probably flirting a little.

“Wait a minute, it can’t be, Wyatt?” added the guy next to her in the driver’s seat, who I couldn’t get a good look at because of the sun in my eye.

Finally adjusting my vision, I put two and two together and realized Logan was the one driving. He had definitely changed a bit, gaining the expected college weight, but it was clearly him. Now I felt kind of bad for looking at his girlfriend so much, but wow did he luck out with her. Anyways, bringing myself back to reality, “Yeah it’s me Logan, long time no see,” I said, genuinely enthusiastic to see a familiar face.

“No way man, I barely recognized you! Let me park over there and we can catch up a bit,” he replied as he drove away with the goofiest looking smile on his face.

As he parked and got out of the car with his girlfriend, the butterflies returned, this was actually happening, it was go-time. I turned off the air conditioner, took the key out of the car, fixed my hair in the mirror, put on my sunglasses, and stepped out of the car. The two of them walked over to the entrance of the house, and as I approached them I forgot how much I actually towered over Logan. Back then, I was just a skinny kid, even if I was taller, Logan could have beat the shit out of me easy if he ever wanted. But now, I was wider, with my muscles giving me an edge that made me the true alpha here. When I finally got to the entrance, it was easy to tell that Logan had come to the exact same conclusion, I was in charge now.

“I wasn’t sure seeing you from the car, but holy shit man what happened to you?” Logan asked looking me up and down, from the pecs stretching out my shirt to my large guns half poking out from my short sleeves.

“Like, actually...Logan, I had no idea you were friends with a model, I’m Zoey by the way,” she stated giggling, practically tripping over her words.

“Okay Zoey, I get that he’s hot, but you don’t have to drool over him,” Logan added, half joking, and half genuinely intimidated by my new hunky body.

Unable to stop myself from laughing, but at the same time enjoying every minute of this I responded, “Really, I just started working out during college, then one thing led to another, and boom.”

“Boom is right man, how much are you benching, you’re looking huge,” Logan responded, admiring my progress in his usual bro attitude.

“Around 355 pounds give or take, but honestly, I don’t keep too much track of that. I started working out for fun basically and then ended up with these,” I said pointing to my juicy pecs.

Not even knowing where to look, Zoey blurted out, “the real question is how are you still single looking like that, doesn’t make any sense to me.”

With Logan practically giving her a dirty look, I replied, “I just haven’t had time to look for the right person I guess.” As those words came out of my mouth, I couldn’t help but think of Eli. Yet, before I could add anything further, I heard a voice that sent shivers down my spine, it was him. A car had driven up the drive-way while we were talking and when the window rolled down, Eli greeted all of us from the passenger seat as Olivia parked. It was time, it was now or never, I had to man up and do this. Over the past three years I had developed the body of a muscled god, but Eli was looking cuter then ever as he stepped out of the car. Other than maturing a little and filling out more, he looked practically the same. You could basically say that about Olivia too, but, in this moment, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Eli.

Waking me from my trance, Olivia yelled out, “No way! Wyatt! You’re looking amazing!” She then ran up into my arms giving me a big hug, half expecting me to hold her up. “Jesus, you’re as hard as a rock, what were they feeding you,” she added while trying, and failing, to wrap her hands around my perfectly sculpted biceps.

“That’s exactly what we were just talking about,” said Logan as he jokingly slapped me on my back, feeling how dense my chiseled back muscles really were.

“Thanks for the compliments guys,” I responded as I blushed, “it means a lot, I’m pretty proud of the progress I’ve made.” Not knowing the commotion I’d cause, I jokingly finished that off by flexing my right bicep, forming a large veiny mound of pure muscle under my tight skin. Literally all of their jaws fell to the ground, with more praise coming for my muscles. Yet, in the background, Eli stood there, looking disinterested, unfazed by my new body. If anything, I wanted him most to be happy with my progress, but nothing, it hurt.

Practically reading my mind, Olivia next stated, “Isn’t Wyatt’s transformation insane Eli?”

Almost as if being forced, Eli finally said something, “Yeah, definitely,” and then proceeded to grab his and Olivia’s stuff from the trunk as he headed for the house.

“What’s gotten into him,” Logan responded.

“Oh, I think he’s just tired from the trip, and probably acting a little shy since it's been so long,” Olivia replied as she put her hand over her forehead and laughed a little.

“That make sense, maybe if we all go get settled in he’ll open up then,” Zoey added, attempting to break any sort of tension.

I was feeling irrational, like I was overthinking the whole situation, but it felt like he didn’t care at all about my growth, and worse, didn’t seem interested in this reunion. Yet, maybe he was actually just being shy; either way, I couldn’t let my negative thinking ruin this vacation. Like everyone else, I grabbed my stuff from the car and headed inside the house. Olivia really had outdone herself, the place looked like it was straight out of a magazine, with a gorgeous view in the back of the house facing the beach. Renting it for the weekend must have cost a fortune, but Olivia said she was happy to cover the expense if we all brought the food and drinks. As I walked around taking it all in, it seemed like Olivia and Eli had already taken the upstairs master bedroom for themselves, leaving one room for me and another for Logan and Zoey. As I put everything away in my room, attempting to think positively, I couldn’t help but love all the attention the others were giving me. Knowing we would be heading to the beach shortly after, I decided to take this as an excuse to show off further. Not even caring that the door was still open, I stripped down to my boxer briefs, just barely managing to squeeze my shirt off above my large, meaty pecs, and my pants down passed my enormous, thick thighs. Then I put on my sexy new black swim speedo and grabbed my grey backpack, ready to head out when everyone else was ready, but more importantly excited to show off further. Looking at my shirtless body in the mirror hanging from the closet, fuck did I look hot.

Walking back out into the living room, I took in the view of the beach, feeling the ocean breeze against my ripped body. With the light hitting me just right, I really must have looked like a god among men. As cute as Eli was, and manly Logan looked, those guys had nothing on the body that I had chiseled in the gym for hours on end. On top of that, my naturally tan skin gave me the perfect summer body unlike any other, which I was ready to happily share with everyone. I wanted to be admired like a Greek god, for others to look at me with envy or lust, making me the center of attention that I longed deserve to have. Chuckling to myself, catching my cocky new attitude, I couldn’t believe my thoughts. This really was going to be a summer to remember.

“Wyatt, your back is legitimately insane,” Olivia blurted out as she walked down the stairs in her beach attire, taking in the view of the beach and the body of a real man standing in front. I don’t think my muscles turned her on the same way as Zoey, but she couldn’t help but stare either.

As I turned around to reveal my torso in its full, incredible glory, Olivia was just in pure shock, only awoken by a knock at the door. Olivia was still seemingly stuck in place, so I walked over to the entrance and opened it. I recognized the guy on the other side, Derek, from the listing that Olivia showed me when she sent me the address. Either way, it was clear that he was enjoying the view, arguably drooling more than Zoey ever had. I couldn’t help but flex a little, showing the full extent of beauty my muscular physique had to offer. I think I even bounced my pecs a little without thinking about it, which he definitely took note of before finally trying to speak to me.

“Um…hi…I’m Derek, the owner of this property…just wanted to greet you guys…and give you the key to the shed in the back with…um…some stuff you might need,” he barely got out.

Chuckling to myself, and amazed at the power I had over him, I replied, “Thanks man, appreciate it.” I then went to slowly take the key from his hand, which took a little effort as he was clearly just staring at my body while trying not to make it too obvious.

“Well, um…bye for now then…let me know if you have any…issues,” Derek said as he walked away slowly, trying to take in the view of my body for as long as he could.

Finally regaining her composure, Olivia walked up next to me and asked as I closed the door, “That was Derek, right? What did he want?”

“Nothing really, just wanted to greet us and give us a key to what I think is house supplies, not sure, he wasn’t very clear about that,” I responded as I put my right hand on the back of my neck.

“You know he was totally checking you out though right, but like who could blame him I guess,” Olivia stated before realizing the full extent of her words and blushing ever so slightly.

“I think I’m just new to this whole looking like a stud idea, I’ve legit just been focusing so much on school work these past few years,” I responded as I looked down to take in my own body again.

Laughing to herself, Olivia said, “I can’t speak for your washboard abs and what not, but I understand the school work bit. I’ve been working my butt off in biology to get into graduate school, and it looks like I’ll be headed to Rutgers’ neuroscience doctoral program.”

Practically scaring her with my excitement, I blurted out, “Oh my God, congrats Olivia, I’m heading to Columbia University for history, we’ll actually be kind of close for once!”

“No way, Eli is actually looking for work in New York City, maybe you guys can be roommates or something. But wait, let me actually go see how he’s doing, I want to get to the beach ASAP,” Olivia stated before running off up the stairs and closing the door behind her. She really was as fun as ever, and the idea of rooming with Eli drove me crazy.

I walked over to grab a drink of water from the fridge, but before I could even take a sip, it seemed like everyone just came out of their rooms at once. All of them were in their beach attire, but definitely not as ready as I was. Nevertheless, they were each having their own conversations, kind of making me feel left out, but once they made it into the kitchen all eyes were definitely on me. At this point, I craved the attention, the admiration, and from Zoey, the lust. Yet, as much as Eli looked, he didn’t, it was like I had done something wrong and he didn’t even want to make eye contact with me. Nevertheless, I took the time to lightly flex while I drank my water, their conversations dying down in favor of staring. I was genuinely tempted just to spill the water over my luscious pecs and killer abs just to see how they’d react, but I’m not that nuts, yet.

“So guys, are we heading to the beach or what,” I said trying to wake people up while I walked towards the back door.

“Yeah, let’s get going, we can catch up there,” responded Logan as he grabbed his stuff with one hand and Zoey with the other, as Eli and Olivia walked behind them.

Walking past the pool in the back onto the wooded path on the way to the sand, the beach air felt phenomenal against my ripped body, it was a shame I hadn’t been to the beach in years. It was amusing to walk with everyone, as not only did I tower over all of them, but I just looked totally out of place with my fitness-model physique. But, soon enough, it was the moment of truth, as when we walked onto the beach with other college students, families, locals, and so on, it was clear that I was the biggest guy on the beach. No one came close to having a body that could compete with mine, it was incredible. I had never felt like more of an alpha, which was only made better as Logan took off his shirt to reveal a slight gut, and Eli revealed his adorably skinny, small frame. Olivia was similarly average as she took off her clothes to reveal her bikini, but Zoey on the other hand had a genuinely great body that I couldn’t help but admire even if she was with Logan. Nevertheless, I felt like it was up to me to get the conversation going again, as all of them were ogling my body to different degrees, or just trying not to look too much, while setting up their towels.

“So, Logan, I was talking to Olivia about her college experience before, how was yours?” I asked as I began to spray sun screen over my giant shoulders and incredible pecs.

“Honestly a lot of fun, even with all the work, and now I’m headed to do programming and security for a startup. Either way though, the real highlight was meeting Zoey,” he replied as he grabbed her hand and smiled.

“How long have you two been together?” Olivia added as she grabbed Eli’s hand.

“A little over a year, but nowhere near the three years I’ve heard you two have been together, what’s your secret?” Zoey commented, genuinely curious.

“I wouldn’t say there’s any single secret, but maybe it’s being friends more than anything that helps keep people together,” Olivia replied, smiling and blushing a little.

Finally seeming to gain the courage to speak, Eli added, “Not only are we dating, but she’s genuinely my best friend, I could not have survived college without her. I think we just click as people more than anything.” Then, for just a second, he looked over at me, but when we made eye contact, he turned back to Olivia.

“Exactly, but now it looks like we’ll be a little separated. I think we can make it work though,” Olivia stated as she leaned over for a brief kiss with Eli.

“Oh yeah Eli, Olivia said you would be looking for work in New York, I’ll be there for grad school,” I replied trying to get him to finally acknowledge me directly.

“Yeah I will be, cool,” Eli responded before quickly changing the topic as he turned to Logan and Zoey, “and how will you guys deal with the post-college separation?”

“We might not have to separate as much, any of us actually, because my job is New York, and Zoey will be attending nursing school at NYU,” Logan said like a gleeful little kid.

Seemingly far more excited, Eli replied, “that’s awesome, maybe we can work something out in the city then.”

Before, I had definitely just been paranoid about the whole situation, but that was weird. He clearly just ignored me, but when Logan basically said the exact same thing, Eli seemed pumped. Instead of worrying so much about this though, I decided to try to take charge of the situation myself, so I suggested we all go play in the water for a bit. I feel like in high school no one really listened to me, or it just wasn’t as easy to convince them, but now my words were basically seen as orders. No one questioned what I was saying, they moved on command, I guess I really was the alpha of the group now. My incredible new body warranted respect, which they just automatically gave me, almost instinctually, even Eli. Nevertheless, I think once we broke the ice, the overall group dynamic started to go well, just not my relationship with Eli. We splashed around in the ocean, told funny college stories, tossed a ball around, tanned a bit, and not even kidding, played with the sand a little. At the same time, I enjoyed the stares from people that passed us on the beach. It was clear that my body was a spectacle, I bet so many of them wanted to come over and touch, but I probably made them shy. With that said, I did find excuses to flex whenever I could, which even my friends enjoyed. By far, I was the king of the beach, and my body deserved every minute of it. But, eventually, the fun had to come to an end, and when the sun started going down, I suggested we go inside, and of course, they all listened.

On our way back we stopped at the outdoor shower that belonged to the rental property, and each took turns cleaning off the sand from our bodies. When it was my turn, I felt like putting on a little show, so as the water trickled over my body I sensually began to rub each of my muscles. I was removing the sand, but I was doing it in probably the hottest way I could think of. Gently rubbing every ripped region of my body, as it glistened under the water, fuck I must have looked so sexy. It was clear that they all took a second to watch me, even Eli and Logan, because in that moment I was irresistible even if you were a straight man. Interestingly though, it was Eli who broke up the viewing party, as he was the last one who needed to shower. He was a little skinny guy, but I couldn’t help but watch as he took his turn. In that moment, I was back in high school, watching my best friend with pure lust, but when he turned off the water, I was reminded that he couldn’t be mine, and possibly wasn’t even interested in being friends.

Back at the house, everyone took the time to shower and change. This time I chose not to go shirtless, but instead went with a tight, revealing sleeveless grey shirt with maroon shorts that hugged my strong thighs just right. Again, I was the first one that made it out into the living room, and I could have sworn I heard sex noises coming from Logan and Zoey’s designated bathroom, but I only caught the tail end if anything. Not going to lie, I was jealous, everyone was auto going to get action on this vacation, but I was going to have to work for it. I guess maybe that’s an exaggeration, as I probably could have grabbed someone off the beach and fucked their brains out right then and there. The idea was getting my kind of turned on, but before I could entertain the fantasy for too long, Olivia and Eli made their way downstairs.

“That was such a fun time at the beach,” Olivia said as she headed into the kitchen, “but I think it’s time we cut loose a little bit and have some real fun.” She returned with one of the bottles of vodka that we brought and started pouring shots for everyone. Sitting down on the couch next to me she handed one to me, and then motioned Eli to come over for his. He was reluctant at first, but then made his way next to her. Eli then proceeded to take shot like it was nothing, but it was soon clear that he wasn’t used to drinking at all.

“You next Wyatt,” Olivia said with an adorable smile on her face.

I obliged, taking the shot like a champ. I definitely didn’t have much experience drinking, but the taste wasn’t any worse than some of the protein shakes I had started taking. Olivia also didn’t have too much trouble drinking hers, and soon enough Logan and Zoey joined us, who seemed to be far more versed in partying. Eli and I didn’t end up drinking as much as the rest of them, but given his small, petite frame, he eventually got just as drunk as them. By the end of the night, they were all pretty drunk, but we were having a blast, the alcohol finally breaking down the remaining walls between us. Yet, Eli still didn’t acknowledge me any more than he had to, something that at this point was just pissing me off more than anything. Eventually though, it was clear that the alcohol was really getting to the couples, with Logan and Zoey all but grinding on one another. First, they left to their rooms and turned on music, probably to cover up their fucking, and then I think Eli was just legit passing out, so Olivia said good night and headed off to bed with him. There I was, left alone, not even tired, so I decided to clean up the place a little, just so we wouldn’t have to in the morning. Once I had gotten the kitchen and living room looking how we found it, I decided to take out the trash, where I saw Derek talking with some guy on the other side of the fence. Jealous of the fun everyone else was having, I decided to head over to them, and just see what might happen.

“Woah it’s the hunk from earlier, sorry about coming off a little weird, it’s just that I didn’t expect that at all,” Derek said as he looked me up and down like before.

“No worries, I’m honestly just growing into the power this body has,” I chuckled to myself, “and it’s Wyatt by the way, who’s your friend though.”

“Oh, that’s my boyfriend Alex,” Derek responded as he smiled at him and winked.

“Wow, it really does seem like everyone is dating someone, and here I was hoping to find someone to have sex with on this trip,” I replied half kidding, but at the same time totally serious.

Biting his bottom lip, Alex stated, “well that can be arranged, you’re so fucking hot man.”

“Since earlier I’ve wanted to get my hands all over you,” Derek added as the two of them hopped the fence over to my side.

Genuinely not expecting this I stated, “oh, well, I’ve never done anything like this guys.”

“Don’t worry, we can take the lead, just lift your shirt and show us those rock hard abs and sexy v-shape,” practically begged Derek.

During my previous sexual experiences, I was total virgin, the idea of sex scared me even if I had this amazing body. Yet, now, I was coming into my own, I was a hunk, and I deserved to be pleasured, no worshipped, by little wimps like Derek and Alex. They really did take charge though, these twinks were hungry for my body, quickly getting on their knees. Derek took the opportunity to lick each of my eight individual abs while unbuckling my belt, while Alex began to rub my thick, hairy legs, taking in the god that was in front of him. Soon enough, Derek had me down to my black boxer briefs as he started playing with my growing cock through them. Alex, on the other hand, wanted some time licking my abs for himself while rubbing my equally as impressive obliques. Neither of them could control themselves around me, I didn’t even have to do anything. Eventually though, they had had enough and together they stripped off my underwear revealing my hard 7-inch cut cock.

“Fuck, your cock is just as amazing as your body Wyatt,” Alex remarked as he began to play with my balls.

“You’re a wet dream come true,” added Derek as he began to put my cock in his mouth.

“God, that feels so good Derek,” I said as I began to push his head deeper into my groin.

This was incredible, the power I had over these two was something I could never imagine. Sure, my friends were in the house having sex, but here I was being blown by the hot neighbors in the backyard. I didn’t care who could be watching, I bet it would even turn them on to see us like this. By this point, Alex practically had his mouth completely around my balls while he rubbed my rock hard ass, which I eagerly flexed for him. Derek, on the other hand, was my personal play thing, as I had my hands on the back of his head face fucking him. The little wimp could barely breathe, with tears running down his cheeks, but he couldn’t get enough of my steel rod. Once it was clear he had had enough, I pushed him to the ground and let Alex have his turn, who just as eagerly took all of my cock down his throat. That’s when Derek got up, and standing above Alex, leaned over to suck on my delicious abs and meaty pecs. The little guy was losing it over my hard muscles, while his boyfriend begged for my cum in his mouth. I couldn’t believe that I had turned this couple into my personal sex slaves, and we were just getting started. Yet, I was getting close, I might look like a sex machine, but my journey had just began. It was taking all of my core and groin strength at this point to stop myself from exploding inside of Alex’s pretty little mouth.

“Fuck, guys…I’m so close,” I stated as I was beginning to pant loudly

Without saying a word, the weaklings knew exactly what to do before the big finish. Alex took his mouth off of my cock before Derek knelt down next to him again. Then, Alex began to jerk me off as Derek played with my balls, while the two of them began to lick my sculpted, shredded abs simultaneously. This was driving me crazy, they were both worshipping my body and pleasuring the cock of their god. Eventually, I just couldn’t hold it anymore, and with little to no effort, I shoved the pair to the ground as I grabbed my monstrous cock, furiously jerking over their frail little bodies. In no time I was spewing my hot cum over the couple; I was so backed up that it sprayed all over their bodies and faces, completely drenching them. As my stream was finally finishing up the two frantically began to lick it off of one another, hoping not to waste a single drop. I had never been so turned on, so powerful, so in control in my entire life, and I wanted more.

“Hey, is everything alright out there, is that you Wyatt?” Olivia asked almost as if she was speaking into the void.

Startled, I quickly shook off any remaining cum, picked up my shorts, zipped up, and headed for the house. Looking back, I could see that Alex and Derek were still having the time of their lives, and I wish that I could keep going with them, but I didn’t need my friends seeing me act like some sex starved lunatic in the backyard. When I made it inside, Olivia greeted me half asleep and still kind of drunk. She was planning to do some cleaning up herself but was happy to see that I had done it. Yet, when she noticed that the door was still open, she just wanted to make sure that nothing had had happened to me. Little did she know that I had just started my sexual journey this weekend. Back in my room, stripping down to my boxers, I laid in bed thinking about what just happened, while hoping for more. At the same time though, I could not shake Eli from my head. He was the dream, but if he’s straight, I have to try to move on with fun like tonight.

Not waking up as hungover as my friends, I decided to head to a nearby gym that allowed guests for a small fee. If I was going to have fun this weekend I needed to maintain my perfect body, but at the same time the stress of Eli had me wanting to clear my head with a solid workout. Thinking I might need my strength more than anything, I worked on my biceps the most, with veins popping up all over my arms. Facing a mirror in front of me, I was able to see my muscles flex and unflex as the sweat made my arms glisten. Fuck, I was a total beast, and last night proved that, I longed for that power again. You could see the dedication on my face, I was going to have endless sex, no one was going to stop me. Eli might not have been a possibility, but, as awful as it sounds, Zoey was. From the moment we met, to the beach, to the outdoor shower, to her constantly touching me while she was drunk, the girl wanted it bad. Yet, I couldn’t do that to Logan, it was just a hot idea.

After working up a good pump for about an hour and a half I made my way back to the house, where I still found everyone fast asleep. But, when I finally got into the shower, giving each of my massive muscles a nice lathering, I finally heard motion coming from upstairs. Getting back to the shower though, honestly, I loved feeling my own muscles, I was just so hard everywhere. Sure, having another person worship your body is next level, but just being able to play with your own muscles, realizing how much of a god you are, that’s something only I can experience. Just me, standing in this hot steamy bathroom, only a piece of glass separating me from the outside world. The outline must looked incredible, and at my height, I basically took up the entire panel. It’s probably super cocky and egotistical to love your own body so much, but wouldn’t you if you looked like me, trust me, you would.

Soon enough, I had genuinely just turned myself on, rubbing my giant pecs, playing with each of my chiseled abs, flexing my pumped rock-hard biceps, grabbing at my steel-like ass, it was too much, even for me. My cock was rock hard, pure testosterone flowing through my veins, I was ready to explode like last night. I couldn’t help myself, so I leaned back against the wall; with my right hand I began to jerk myself off thinking of fucking Alex and Derek, and with my left hand I was tracing ever single area of my Adonis level physique. Not holding back, it only took a few minutes before my cock was erupting, this time all over the shower panel. Stream after stream coating the glass with my man juice as I moaned softly and continue to rub my pulsating muscles. Yet, in the throes of ecstasy I could just barely make out the outline of someone looking at me through the glass. I must have been so into myself and in deep thought that I didn’t hear the door open. But, as I finished cumming, and went to go look at who that might have been on the other side, they were gone, the door left ajar.

Toweling myself off, I could only imagine it was Zoey sneaking a peek at my body, god did I want to fuck the shit out of her. Well, either way, I’m glad to have put on a good show for her, maybe she’ll have sex with Logan thinking of me; Jesus I’m turning into such a dick. Heading back to my room with a towel wrapped tightly around my waist, I noticed there was no one around, so Zoey must have run back into her room after what she saw. Then, back in my room, I left the door slightly open, half hoping to attract the peeper again, and dropped my towel. I never got tired of looking at my full naked body in the mirror, it really was amazing. Honestly, I could keep jerking off all day to my body, but I decided to get dressed and make breakfast for everyone. Logan and Zoey especially drank a lot last night, so I just wanted to do something nice for everyone. Sure, the idea of endless sex is so hot, but like, I’m still a chill guy that cares about other people, the part of me which ultimately won’t let go of Eli, I imagine.

“Woah man, whatever you’re making smells so good, get me a piece of that,” Logan said walking into the kitchen with the worst bed head.

“Yeah of course, I thought you guys would all be a little hungover, so I decided to make some breakfast,” I responded looking back with a smile.

“Man, in the most hetero way possible, you’re a fucking catch, you know that. Muscles like superman and you can cook? Bet you can get anyone you want,” Logan went on as he sat in a chair by the kitchen island.

Laughing to myself, and knowing the truth, I replied, “Sure Logan, whatever you say.” Then I passed him one of my classic omelets, “hope you enjoy this.”

After just one bite he stopped to savor it, then added, “Yes I’m hungover, but this omelet is still fucking banging.”

“Okay I want whatever you guys are having, I’m starving,” stated Olivia as she came down the stairs surprisingly put together and ready compared to how I saw her last night.

“Definitely, coming right up…so where’s Eli,” I blurted out before quickly adding, “and Zoey.”

“Well, Eli hopped into the shower a little while ago, so he should be down soon,” Olivia responded like it was a perfectly normal question.

“Zoey was actually finishing up her makeup before I left,” Logan stated as he continued to scarf down his omelet.

“She does know the spa is on the agenda today, right?” Olivia questioned skeptically.

“Oh fuck, I totally forgot,” Logan said before running out of the kitchen and back into his room.

“Where did you get the idea for a spa anyways,” I said while handing Olivia her breakfast.

“Well, apparently this is supposed to be the best spa in the area, and what’s better than some massages and real relaxation after the stress of college,” Olivia stated while eating her omelet.

“Well you got me there...looking forward to it,” I replied smiling as I dug into my own breakfast.

Shortly after, the rest of the gang joined us downstairs, with Zoey a little annoyed that she didn’t know today’s plans. Nevertheless, we enjoyed some more fun conversation, with occasional hangover complaints as everyone finished their breakfast. Then, people headed back to their rooms, got their stuff, and we were off to the spa. Luckily, the location was just a few miles away, and we were all looking forward to some genuine relaxation after last night. As expected, Eli barely spoke a word to me, but I felt like I was getting really close with the others. Similarly, as you might assume, Zoey continued to stick close to me, yet, now, she seemed more annoyed with Logan than usual. Honestly, it felt like the make-up thing was just scratching the surface of something going on between them. Either way, not my problem...unless it was.

As we were walking into the spa, Eli commented, “Hey Olivia, did you know this was a Korean spa by any chance.”

“Does that matter babe?” she genuinely asked back.

“You’re kidding right?” he laughed, “aren’t these places like nude only, separated by gender or something."

“No, that can’t be right, don’t worry about that babe,” she responded, only half sure of what she was saying.

Despite what Olivia told Eli though, he was right, after we paid we were asked to go to separate locker-rooms and strip completely naked. The idea was weird, but it didn’t necessarily freak me or Logan out, yet Eli was not having it. Sadly for him, Olivia and Zoey ran off before he could say anything, so he either had to come in with us, or spend the whole day outside in the parking lot. He looked legitimately worried, embarrassed at the idea of us seeing him naked, but eventually he caved and walked into the locker-room with us.

“Come on guys, how does this not weird you out,” Eli said, hoping we would agree with him and leave.

“Eli, listen, it’s not a big deal,” Logan replied as he began to strip down, “We’re all friends here, no one is going to make fun of how you look naked."

Turning red, Eli yelled back, “fine...whatever sure.”

“You’ll be okay Eli, don’t worry,” I said as I followed Logan’s lead by stripping off my own clothes and grabbing one of the spa-provided towels.

Not even looking at me, and clearly annoyed, Eli responded, “Well Wyatt, not all of us look like you, so maybe it’s not as easy to just get naked in front of whoever.”

Before I could respond, Logan turned to me, now nude as well, and exclaimed, “Holy shit Wyatt, you look incredible. Muscular, and you have a big dick, that’s not fair. How big is that bad boy?”

Beginning to feel just a little comfortable in this situation, I replied, “Roughly around 7-inches I think?”

“Damn, you have like a whole inch on me dude,” Logan said, “but it looks like I’m a little bigger than Eli over here,” he added looking over to the now nude Eli.

“Ha, ha, laugh it up Logan, yeah it’s an average 5.5-inches, big deal,” Eli stated while grabbing a towel and holding it up in front of his dick.

“Come on Eli, I didn’t mean it like that,” Logan responded, feeling a little shitty for how he had worded that. “Let’s just get going, I think there’s a sauna right outside the locker-room."

The locker-room had been pretty sparse, but once we showered up and walked out into the main area of the men’s side of the spa, there was a good number of guys lounging and moving from activity to activity. As we followed a sign that pointed us towards the sauna, it was clear that my tall, massive figure was catching the attention of the guys we passed. Some of them looked with envy, hating that they weren’t even half as good looking as me, while others clearly liked what they were seeing, wishing that I would grab them and take them this very second. No matter where I went, the beach or the spa, I looked like a mother fucking god, I was always the alpha in the room, and I loved every minute of it. My body itself was magnificent, chiseled out of marble, but on top of that, no one would expect a guy at my height to build such muscle, and then have a pretty decent dick on top of that. Either way, all these wimps at the spa couldn’t help but admire such a stud as we made it to the sauna. Yet, here I was, eyeing Eli’s cute little ass, wishing I could fuck the shit out of him against the nearby wall.

Doing my best to control myself as we entered the sauna and sat down, I leaned back against the wall, the sweat from the steam already showing off my body perfectly, and I exclaimed, “this was so long overdue, wow.”

“You can say that again, life has been pretty stressful recently,” Logan stated as he leaned back as well, closing his eyes.

“With what, the job hunt?” Eli replied, “that’s been pretty tough for me honestly.”

“Nah, nah, well, yeah, but what’s really been bothering me is my relationship with Zoey,” Eli said, almost uncertain if he should even be talking about this.

Leaning forward almost too quickly, my pecs shaking a little, causing the sweat to drip down them slowly, I responded, “How so? I feel like you guys are so good together.”

“I guess we do a good job of hiding it then,” Logan said, chuckling to himself. “But, no, we haven’t really been alright for a month or two now. We just aren’t clicking as much anymore, and we’re fighting a lot even if we still have...some good times.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that, “ Eli remarked, looking sadly over to Logan. “Is there anything we can do to help.”

“Yeah Logan, it’s been a long time, but we’re here for you,” I commented, moving closer.

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate it, but it just is what it is,” Logan stated as he wiped sweat off his forehead. “But enough about my dumb love life…Wyatt, you must be loving all the attention, I know that shit would go straight to my head. We all noticed those guys guys staring at you as we walked over here.”

Of course I loved it, I craved it at this point, it turned me on so much, but I didn’t want to be a dick about it. “I’m gonna be honest, it’s kind of fun,” I blurted out, not knowing how the two of them would react.”

“I bet,” Eli replied snarkily.

“Come on Eli, you know that if you looked like that you’d be flaunting it all over, don’t be jealous” Logan said as he laughed and shook his head. “Maybe you should start working out with Wyatt in New York, bet Olivia would love to see you with some muscle on those bones.”

Turning a little red, Eli responded, “Whatever Logan, if you like his body so much, why don’t you go for him.”

“Well, I’m confident enough in my sexuality to say that if I were gay, I would not be able to control myself around Wyatt,” Logan responded, staring at my glorious meaty pecs, before playfully punching them with his right hand. “Jesus Wyatt, you’re legit hard as a rock, come feel this Eli.”

“I’m fine,” Eli stated, leaning back, closing his eyes.

Later, after spending a little more time sweating away in the sauna, we decided to go for back massages. Eli seemed far more relaxed in this situation, as each staff member took us to our designated massage table, asked us to lay on our stomachs, and got to work on our backs. Honestly, it seemed like the lady working with me was having her own fun, rubbing her hands hard across the ridges of my back muscles. It was kind of funny though because I was so tall that my legs were slightly hanging off of the table. But genuinely, aside from how sexy I probably looked, and how turned on the lady probably was, it was a fantastic massage. It took her some time to really get into my rock-hard muscles, but after a little while I was more relaxed than I’ve been in years. By the time we all got up, I could tell the others were feeling just as good. Eli actually enjoyed it so much that he had developed a little hard-on, which he quickly tried to hide, but failed to, like at all.

Next, after getting some lunch at the main cafeteria, we moved on to the hot tub, which felt amazing after the massage earlier. But once we had had enough, we finished off our day at the spa with facial treatments. Honestly, when it comes to muscle-growth, no one talks about what it does to your face. Sure, your pecs become gigantic and your abs become shredded, but the shape of your face can change completely. If just my body had changed, I’d still be hot as fuck, but the jawline that developed in the process just takes me to the next level. For lack of a better word, I just had an ordinary face, but now, at the right angle, with the right look, I could probably turn on anyone I wanted, even you. Sure, I hadn’t used my good looks for sex and partying much until now, but I definitely used my charm over people academically. I knew that professors were nicer to me because they wanted me around, it was easy for me to take control of group projects with thirsty classmates, and interviewers for internships and graduate school ate me up. Ultimately, people looked up to me in my major, I was smart, but people wanted to stare at my sexy face and gorgeous body too. A wink, smile, and a tight shirt has really opened doors for me on top of my intense studying and school work.

Once we finished up our time at the spa, we headed back to the locker-room, took our time changing, and then headed out of the building to meet up with the girls by the cars. Even though Eli had enjoyed his time, he did seem kind of annoyed with Olivia, or at least just not as affectionate as he normally was with her. Everyone else though raved about their time, wanting to go back, wondering why they hadn’t done it before. Sure, being nude was kind of weird, but also in a way freeing, and getting to see Eli naked is something I won’t forget. Soon enough though, I was awoken from my thoughts when we arrived back at the house. Sadly, with the couples each heading to continue relaxing in their rooms, and likely more, I was left alone, again. Not knowing what to do, I decided to go sit by the beach. Grabbing a towel and removing my shirt, I made my way down and splashed around the water a bit to cool off. Then I actually ended up passing out on my towel next to the path up to the house, my sexy, muscular body glistening as the sun set.

“Oh shit, I didn’t see you there,” said Zoey as she woke me up from my nap, the beach now dark and empty.

Getting up from my towel, my rippling muscles still slightly wet, I responded, “Sorry, I think I must have lost track of time. The spa was just so relaxing, I laid down and I was out.”

“No, no, it’s my fault, I just needed some air,” Zoey replied, trying not to stare directly at my hunky, ripped body.

“Really, what happened?” I asked, genuinely concerned.

“It’s just me and Logan, we’ve been fighting for the longest time, and I just decided to end it tonight after we were screaming at each other,” Zoey stated, now staring deeply into my blue eyes.

Hoping to comfort her, I went in for a hug, not realizing the chain reaction this would cause. She wrapped her arms around me, comforted, but then began to sensually rub her face up against my monstrous pecs. Zoey knew exactly what she was doing, the feelings she would awaken, and I was in no mindset to stop it. Now rubbing her hands up and down my insane back, she turned her head slightly and began to lick my right nipple, first slowly, and then frantically. My nipple was extremely sensitive to her touch, quickly hardening as I could feel my boner forming in my shorts. Zoey then moved to licking the bottom edges of my pecs, lifting the mounds of pure muscle up ever so slightly with her tongue. I was getting so turned on by her saliva, but Zoey was in complete heaven worshipping the pecs of a god. Seeing how much fun she was having with my muscles I lifted her head, wiped some drool from her lips, and then flexed my right bicep for her as hard as I could. Zoey immediately latched on to it, first trying to wrap her hands around the massive, baseball-sized muscle, then moving to suck on the pure meat.

“Looks like you really love muscle, don’t you,” I said, beyond turned on by this situation.

“Fuck Wyatt, I’ve been watching you since we first met,” Zoey managed to reply between sucking and heavy breathing, “You make me so horny, I want you, I want all of you.”

“How about you give my abs some attention then?” I cockily responded.

Zoey didn’t need to be told twice, in seconds she was on her knees, rubbing my marble-like eight-pack with her soft, little fingers. Then, she started to use her tongue to trace the outline of each ab, one by one, before beginning to violently shake, having her first orgasm of the night. Unable to control myself any further, I picked her up into my arms, her legs instinctually wrapping against my strong, tight waist, and we began to furiously make out. Although her shirt was in the way, I could feel her hard nipples rubbing up and down my pecs, and the wet spot from her orgasm through her booty shorts on my stomach. Zoey begged to feel my muscular physique against her tiny frame, rhythmically shifting her body up against my torso. Hoping to increase her pleasure, and the intense horniness of the situation getting to my head, I effortlessly ripped her top and shorts off, the shreds falling onto the ground. Her now fully exposed, naked body was finally free to make direct contact with my Greek god of a body. It honestly took effort to keep her in place as she began to grind her vagina vigorously against my washboard abs.

“GOD…FUCK…this is amazing…Wyatt…your body…” Zoey could barely get out as she continued to make out with me.

“Jesus Zoey, you’re so…fucking horny...aren’t you,” I responded as I happily flexed and unflexed my abs against her engorged pussy.

Zoey couldn’t get enough of my amazing abs, rubbing her vagina against them faster and faster, her moans getting louder and longer between kisses. Soon enough she let out a loud scream as she orgasmed again, now all over my abs. I had to hold her tightly, just so she wouldn’t fall out of my arms as the liquid continued to flow from her vagina. Yet, after all that, Zoey still hadn’t had enough, she wanted more, so I took one of her breasts into my mouth and started sucking on it while my wet abs continued to play with her tight pussy. Somehow, she began to moan even more, as if she were desperately trying to catch her breath. Zoey didn’t know what to do with her hands, they moved frantically around my body, attempting to grab onto any muscle she could. It was so easy to hold her up, I could literally have done anything to her and she’d continue to orgasm all over me. There’s no way Logan ever came close to bringing her this much pleasure, he was nothing compare to me.

“Oh god…WYATT…I can’t hold it anymore…please fuck me…” Zoey begged as she had her third orgasm all over my abs again, completely drenching them.

“Gladly,” I replied as I fished a condom out of my shorts and dropped them down, exposing my meaty, hungry cock.

Losing all sense of control, I placed the condom on my steel pipe of a cock, lowered Zoey ever so slightly, and slid my dick into her tight vagina. With only half of it in, barely fucking her, she was already screaming my name, orgasming all over my penis. Little by little more of my cock was making it into her vagina as I began to fuck her harder and harder, deeper and deeper. By the time my dick was all the way inside of her, and I was fucking her as hard as I could standing up, I legitimately lost track of how many times Zoey had orgasmed, she was insatiable. Minutes passed, and I could tell she was beginning to pass out from the insane levels of ecstasy. Yet, as I was getting close, I noticed that someone was watching from the top of the path down to the beach; it was Eli. We made eye contact as I began to shoot load after load of hot, juicy cum into Zoey, while she herself had another earth-shattering orgasm. But then, by the time I finished and was able to sit Zoey’s practically lifeless body onto my towel, Eli was gone. That’s when the full reality of the situation hit me, I just had the hottest time of my life, but it was with Logan’s ex-girlfriend. They literally just broke up who knows how long ago, but I couldn’t help myself, she wanted me more than anything, and I deserved to be pleasured like the god I am.

Finally coming down from her orgasmic high, Zoey somehow managed to say, “Holy shit Wyatt, I’ve never orgasmed that many times in my life…you’re a fucking sex machine.”

“Would you believe that was only the second time I made good use of this body?” I responded jokingly, but at the same time accurately.

“No way Wyatt, don't mess with me,” Zoey replied breathing heavily, “I literally don’t think my vagina will ever be the same after that.”

Turning a little red, proud of my sexual ability, I added, “yet, I kind of feel shitty about this, like don’t get me wrong, that was amazing, but…Logan.”

“I know…I just couldn’t help myself,” Zoey stated, almost regretting the situation, but still relishing in the pleasure, “we should just get going…and talk about this later, I don’t know.”

That’s when I remembered about Eli, I wasn’t sure if we were going to tell Logan about this, but he knew. Not wanting to stress Zoey out any further though, I decided not to tell her and deal with Eli myself. Cleaning ourselves up in the outdoor shower, almost half tempted to go at it again, we picked up our belongings and headed back to the house. Zoey was wrapped in only a towel, so she headed straight for the bathroom, where she had left some clothes earlier. Dropping her off, and probably still reeking of sex, I decided to go upstairs and see if I could talk to Eli. Instead, Olivia answered the door, telling me that Ethan was in the shower and likely to go straight to bed afterwards. She thought that if it wasn’t anything urgent, it would be best to talk to him in the morning. Not wanting to make any sort of scene, I agreed, heading back downstairs to shower. Back in bed, I smiled to myself, remembering the out of this world time I had with Zoey. It was so wrong, but I was finally a real man worthy of this godlike physique.

Waking up before everyone else again, I decided to get in a quick workout doing some laps in the pool. I didn’t normally incorporate swimming into my workouts, but fuck was it a full body workout if you took it seriously. After I had had enough I decided to lay down on one of the nearby pool chairs to catch my breath, take in some sun, and enjoying my last day at the beach house. Truly, my body was a sight to behold at this angle, sometimes I couldn’t believe how hot I had become, legitimately a miracle. Yet, after a little while, I sat up, remembering that Derek had given us a key to the shed on the other end of the pool. Unlocking the door, I found some extra toiletries and house supplies, but, more importantly, there was a bunch of beach and pool stuff, including fun floats. Sure, this couldn’t solve all of our problems, but I thought maybe we could just enjoy some fun in the pool before we left, and cut down on the tension. With that said, hopefully this didn't mess with Olivia’s schedule too much, I joked to myself. The next moment was probably a comedic sight; pulling out a large pizza-shaped float from the shed, I laid it on the water and managed to just barely get on top of it. It was clearly not made for someone of my mass and height, but I was able to make it work.

“Comfy out there man?” Logan said as he walked outside with his usual bed head.

“Yes actually,” I chuckled, “Come join me. We have a pool...we might as well use it.”

“Hey, when you’re right, you’re right,” Logan responded as he took his shirt off and grabbed a pool noodle.

“So, um, how was everything with Zoey last night” I stated, fishing for information on what might have happened last night between them.

“Well, long story short, we broke up,” Logan mumbled, “we had a pretty big fight, she ran off and did whatever, then she asked me to sleep on the floor in the room when she got back.”

“Damn…I’m so sorry,” I replied, feeling more and more like a dick about last night.

Yet, before he could properly respond, Zoey walked out, making the situation pretty awkward. We both turned to look at her, but when she momentarily faced me, I didn’t see the same lust as usual, there was regret, even if it was the time of her life. With that said, she still joined us in the pool with her own pool noodle, heading to Logan, possibly looking to reconcile. It was kind of weird after last night, but I think we were all interested in moving forward in our own ways. But, there was still the issue of Eli seeing us, I had no idea what he was thinking, and when he made it out to the pool with Olivia, he didn’t have any discernible mindset or reaction. As per usual, he briefly looked over to me and then walked over to sit on a chair with Olivia.

“Hey guys, I didn’t know we were having a pool party out here,” Olivia exclaimed, excited to see everyone, from her perspective, having a good time.

“Yeah, I was getting in some laps and then I found all of these in the shed,” I said to Olivia, smiling from my float. “Thought we could just chill for a bit and then head over to whatever you had planned.”

“Sounds great to me, the agenda was just a pretty chill day at the boardwalk, so we can really do whatever,” Olivia replied as she took the time to spray some sun block on Eli's face.

Surprisingly, the rest of our time by the pool went pretty smoothly. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, with Logan and Zoey being friendly towards one another, me and Olivia chatting it up, and Eli surprisingly joining us for that. Don’t get too excited though, he only really talked to Olivia, only occasionally looking over and reacting to what I had to say. Either way, it was a good time, and I wasn’t going to let Eli’s attitude get in the way. Yet, eventually we did have to get ready to go down to the boardwalk. Making my way out of the pool, showing off my pumped up body in the process, I grabbed all of the floats, locked up the shed, and went to get ready with everyone else. Unlike my normal tight clothing, I decided to go with something a little nicer this time around for the final day. Looking through the clothing I had brought, I went with a blue button-down and green pants, with a slightly fancier pair of sunglasses to tie the whole outfit together.

Once everyone was ready and had some lunch, we walked over together, making our way to the boardwalk in just a few minutes. When we arrived, Logan and Eli went off on their own; my assumption was that Logan was going to tell Eli about his situation last night. Yet, I was scared of what Eli might say in response. We were all finally bonding, establishing a potential for more hangouts, but the events of last night could put that into jeopardy. Hoping I could prevent that, I tried to follow them, but Zoey stopped me before I could get any further. I imagine she wanted to clear up what happened between us last night, but she had no idea what could happen. Whatever the case, I decided it would be best to settle everything with Zoey first, hoping that Eli didn’t hate me enough to ruin this for all of us.

“Wyatt, what happened last night, it was amazing, really, but it can’t happen again,” Zoey pleaded.

“You’re right, I totally agree, I’ve been feeling shitty about it all morning,” I replied, feeling good about where we stood.

“Woah, what are you guys talking about,” asked Olivia, genuinely concerned.

“Well…Logan and I broke up last night and then Wyatt fucked me,” Zoey blurted out, unsure of how Olivia might react.

“Honestly Zoey, I can’t blame you…look at him,” Olivia said just being honest, “but you were broken up, so now it just depends on what you want.”

“Honestly, Wyatt is one of the most beautiful, muscular men I’ve ever seen in my life, but deep down inside I love Logan. I want to make it work,” Zoey responded, speaking from the heart.

“Alright, okay, then how about you and I go and talk with Logan then, I’m happy to help,” Olivia said with a big smile on her face. “Plus, I think Eli and Wyatt have their own tension to talk about if you ask me.”

“Wait, what,” I blurted out as Olivia took my hand and we all walked over to Logan and Eli; subsequently leaving me with just Eli, a dream, or maybe a nightmare.

There I was, finally left alone with Eli, and all I could muster up was, “so, what’s up.”

“Logan was just telling me about everything that happened between him and Zoey last night,” Eli responded, “but he’s hopeful they’ll get through it.”

Despite towering over Eli with a body that could easily rip him apart, I replied, shaking, “Eli, I can explain.”

“Please, just stop, I don’t want to hear it”

“It was just a spur of the moment thing, we couldn’t control ourselves, we’ve talked about it. It won’t happen again.”

“Really Wyatt, just don’t.”

Finally having enough of this, I practically yelled out, “Okay Eli, what’s up, we were such good friends and now you’re honestly treating me like shit."

Eli looked away, giving no response for what felt like minutes, it was agony, plain and simple. Not knowing what to do, I put my hand gently against his little shoulder, which startled him, prompting Eli to move away. Then, after a little while, he finally turned back to face me and exclaimed, “fine, do you really want to know what’s up?”

“Yes...please,” was all I could muster up in response.

“Okay, just not here…back at the house,” he stated as he started to walk in that direction.

When we made it to the house and walked inside I closed the door behind us, turning back towards Eli only to find him in tears. Just barely, he was able to get out “I’m so sorry Wyatt.”

Concerned, I commented, “for what…I just don’t get it.”

“Oh my god Wyatt, for being so smart you really can be dumb at times,” he chuckled between tears. “I’m fucking gay Wyatt, I’m fucking gay…are you happy, I’m fucking gay.” I didn’t even know how to respond to this revelation, but after at least a minute of silence, he continued, “I’ve been crushing on you since high school, and now with this body, it takes everything in my power to stop myself from wanting you.”

“But…but…how, why, what….” I said, unable to string any coherent sentences together.

“My parents would have completely disowned me if I came out to them in high school, but as best friends I was able to pretend, and it was amazing. Yet, when it came time to head off to college, Olivia and I truly clicked. I love her, but as a friend more than anything…I needed my parents off my back though, so I chose her over my happiness to convince them I wasn’t gay. Ultimately though, she was there for me all through college, I couldn’t have done it without her, and it seemed like you had moved on…”

Cutting him off, “honestly, I never moved on.”

Looking deep into my eyes, finally seeing me for the first time this whole trip, Eli responded, “either way, I couldn’t just drop Olivia like that, by this point I owe her my life. Yet, from the moment I saw you on Friday, I couldn’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like to be with you. Seeing you walk around shirtless with the…muscles of a god, it was too much for me. I couldn’t talk to you, or even look at you straight in that beautiful chiseled face, it was too much for my body to handle.”

“I’m sorry it was so tough for you, but the way you acted, it hurt me…more than you know,” I stated, with tears now coming down my face.

Then, while coming over to hug me, Eli said, “I hate the way that I acted towards you this weekend…really I was awful. You made me so horny though, I spent showers masturbating, thinking of you, and whenever I could sneak a peek at your gorgeous body, I drifted away. Then, when we had to get naked together at the spa, I was so scared that my secret would come out, that you’d make me hard and I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

Chuckling lightly, I added, “for the record, I was barely able to control myself.”

“Oh stop, you’re some insanely muscled model hunk, I’m just a little wimp, I don’t know what you could possibly find attractive about me.”

Leaning down, moving my face closer to his, I replied, “don’t say that, just don't, I’ve known I was bisexual since high school, I loved spending every minute with you. But, sure, you don’t have big muscles, you’re still beyond adorable though.”

Blushing, Eli said, “the worse part of it though was that as I was repressing my feelings, I couldn’t help but spy on you. I noticed you were showering yesterday morning, and I couldn’t help but watch, then when I saw you fucking Zoey, I couldn’t help but stare, wishing that was me in her place. When I wasn’t with you all I could think about was you, naked, in bed, with me. Even when Olivia and I failed to have sex the first night, you were dominating my thoughts.”

I really had been an idiot; the pieces were all there for me to put together. Thinking Eli was straight, I didn’t see anything he did as potentially gay, focusing solely on Zoey as the only potential voyeur. Trying to break the tension a bit, I responded, “I can’t believe that was you spying on me, I genuinely thought it was Zoey.”

“Honestly, it might have been Zoey too, you’d have to be blind not to have seen her flirting with you, and clearly you did take note,” Eli stated in a jealous tone, shaking his head.

“I meant what I said earlier, that was a mistake, it didn’t mean anything…”

Then, completely unexpectedly, Eli cut me off, planting a long, passionate kiss on my lips that sent shivers through my body. “Wow, I’ve been waiting for that kiss since high school,” I said, breathing heavily, staring deeply into his beautiful hazel eyes. “But, what is this, what are we?”

“I don’t want to put you in another uncomfortable situation, but I can’t be with Olivia anymore. We’re the closest of friends, yet every time we go on a date, have sex, kiss, or whatever, it’s a lie. This weekend has made it clearer than ever before that I’m just preventing her from having what I have for you.”

“And that is?”

“Love? Desire? Passion? I don't know for sure.”

“Do you think it’s been too long since high school, have we grown too far apart?”

“Well, you’ve clearly changed a little bit physically, but I can’t wait to find out the rest about you; how you’ve changed, and how you’re the same guy I fell for. Also, I wanted to be with you without your muscles, yet, now that you have them, I can’t stop thinking about them.”

“How about you take a closer look then,” I replied, ripping my shirt open, buttons flying in every direction.

In that moment, something switched on for Eli, years of repression melted away as he raised his hand to my pecs, sliding them down to my abs, all while he began to breathe deeply. Then, he took the initiative of helping me to fully take my shirt off, exposing my immaculate torso in all its glory. Pushing me lightly up against the front door, we began to passionately make out, practically eating each other’s faces as Eli continued to feel my muscles. I couldn’t help but hold him tightly, feeling his warmth, his momentary desperation, his love and horniness, all up against my shirtless body. This was everything I had ever dreamt of, and more, but I wanted to be sure that Eli was comfortable with this going any further.

Holding him back ever so slightly, pausing our love making, I managed to say, “Eli, are you sure about where this is going.”

“Oh my god Wyatt, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he responded as we continued making out, and I picked him up into my arms, ready to carry him into my bedroom.

Yet, being new to all these feelings, and never having worshipped such a muscled hunk, Eli began to cum in my arms, shaking violently as a significant wet spot formed in his pants. Continuing to hug him tightly, with a little cum getting on my abs, I asked, “are you okay Eli?”

Embarrassed, and quickly turning red, Eli stated, “God, that was…amazing…the power you have over me, it’s incredible. But, I hope I didn’t just ruin the moment.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied as I started to make out with him and continued walking towards the bedroom.

Once there, I stripped down to my grayish-blue underwear, letting Eli take in my full body from the other end of the bed. “You’re a Greek god you know that Wyatt, I can’t take my eyes off of you,” Eli said, practically salivating.

“Get over here then, show me how much you want these muscles,” I kinkily demanded.

Making his way on top of me, my massive frame easily engulfing him, we began to make out again. One hand had the pleasure of worshipping my muscles, from my ripped, veiny arms to my bulging neck, while the other took this opportunity to massage my growing erection, also coming in contact with my defined adonis-belt. He was making me hornier than ever, but at the same time, I wanted to savor every minute of this. Pausing for a bit, I took the time to slowly lift his shirt over his head and removed his shorts, exposing his adorable twink body. Eli was definitely shy at first, comparing his bony little frame to my massive muscles, but when I began to rub my hands against his figure, he realized I was just as into him. We were both rock-hard by this point, unable to keep our hands off of each other, making out like it was the last time we ever could. Yet, wanting to please him more than anything, I got the idea to sit him down on my lap, with his back rubbing up against my delicious pecs and chiseled abs. I then continued to rub his skinny little body, stopping to massage his nipples, before ripping his underwear clean off and grabbing his cock.

“Fuck Wyatt…FUCK…I’m close already…you feel SO good, you’re a sex machine…how are you doing this to me,” Eli managed to get out between moans.

Hearing how horny Eli had become only gave me more incentive to treat him like a prince and give him all the pleasure he deserved. From there, my gentile tugging of his dick only grew faster, pre-cum dripping all over my meaty fingers. My large hand easily covered his dick, allowing me to play with it with ease. Then, while continuing to flex and unflex my muscles against his warmth, I proceeded to nibble on his neck, which drove him mad. The ecstasy was hitting him from multiple angles, and soon enough, his body was barely able to handle it any longer. But, if all of that wasn’t enough, I decided to take a chance and begin rubbing my index finger against his tight hole. I had no idea how he would respond, but it was clear Eli was enjoying it. Testing my luck, I began to push deeper into his little ass, which might have produced some discomfort at first, only to be followed by what seemed to be full-on intense pleasure. Moaning louder than ever, Eli began to cum in my hands, shooting thick globs across the bed and down onto my fingers. As before, he shook with pleasure, leaning back on my muscular frame for support himself until he finished. Unable to stop myself, I ate up the cum that had fallen on my hand before turning Eli’s face slightly to kiss him again.

“You’re incredible…you know that…please, don’t stop,” Eli stated, begging for more.

“What’s next then?” I jokingly replied, but genuinely curious where his mind was.

“You’ve done so much for me already, let me return the favor,” Eli said as he turned around and began to lick my muscles.

Seeing Eli so hungry for my muscles, worshipping me like a god, wanting to pleasure me, it was enough to get me moaning. Then, he made his way down to my underwear, which Eli struggled to take off my hunky waist, only to then be smacked in the face by my massive cock. Yet, that didn’t stop him, Eli proceeded to wrap his tongue around my dick, tugging at my balls with one hand and practically clawing at my shredded abs with the other. For never having been with a man, he knew exactly how to push all of my buttons. Next, he started to take my cock into his mouth, yet unlike with Derek and Alex, I wanted Eli to take it at this own speed. Ultimately, he was only able to take about half of it into his mouth, but as he sucked faster and faster, I grew closer to exploding. Not wanting to cum in his mouth, I quickly pulled Eli off, turning him over so that I was now on top of him ready to pop. He loved how easily I could dominate him, his cock already hardening once again as I unloaded endless streams of cum onto his cute little frame.

“Jesus Wyatt, you’re a monster…like holy shit,” Eli managed to say after I finished cumming.

“You were pretty incredible too,” I responded, smiling and winking at him.

Wanting to show him what I could do, I decided to slide down to the end of the bed, pulling him with me, before taking his full cock into my mouth. Not expecting this, Eli let out his loudest scream yet before defaulting to steady moaning. Simultaneously holding him down and rubbing his nipples, Eli also began to repeat my name over and over again, amazed as the pleasure I was able to give him. He was experiencing pure, uncontrollable ecstasy, while I also began to play with his balls as I deep throated his raging hard-on. Ultimately, he became putty in my hands, I could do anything that my muscles and I wanted. Yet, the only thing that mattered to me in this very moment was his enjoyment. Then, unexpectedly, he began to shoot his loads of cum into my mouth. Unlike me, he was unable to pull out, unable to stop himself, unable to assert any power over my massive body. Luckily, I didn’t mind swallowing his cum, and tasting him in my mouse was a dream come true.

I wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take, Eli was already looking exhausted, but I didn’t want this to end. Managing to lean up from the edge of the bed, Eli stated, “Fuck, I can’t stop cumming…your body...it’s magical”

Hoping for a grand finale, I asked, “would it be okay if I fucked you?”

“God, fucking GOD, yes…as hard as you can,” Eli begged.

Excited to fuck him, but knowing he definitely couldn’t take me at my roughest, with his tight little hole, I decided to make the best of it and take it slow. With Zoey, I honestly made it more about my pleasure than anything else, yet, I wanted Eli to enjoy this just as much as I did. Now standing up, my incredible, sweat covered physique towering over him, I brought Eli closer to my cock, lifting his legs in the process. Grabbing a condom from my pants pocket, I slid it on and began to aim my hard as ever cock into his ass. Eli screamed in both pleasure and pain, practically squealing, as I slid about a third of my cock into his ass, beginning the process of loosening him up. I took it slow at first, but I guess I couldn’t tell my full strength during such intense pleasure that I started going harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Eventually, I think I maxed out at about two-thirds of my thick, meaty cock, probably fucking Eli half as hard as my muscles could truly allow. The pleasure was unimaginable for Eli as he moaned louder than ever, letting out occasional screams, begging for more, and saying my name a few times.

“GOD….more Wyatt….I…love you…” Eli said in the throes of ecstasy, but genuinely meaning it, finally admitting it fully to himself, and me.”

As we both reached the breaking point and began to cum endlessly, I responded, “Oh, oh…OH…I love you too Eli.”

Finally having enough, I made my way back onto the bed, moving myself and a pretty loopy Eli to the top by the frame. Staring into his eyes as he drifted to sleep in my strong, comforting arms, it was all dream. It wasn't the summer I expected, but the one I always wanted. The journey ahead would be tough though, but, together, we could handle it.

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Loving My Summer Body

Loving My Summer Body – July 12th Entry Describing myself, Wyatt, has always been a difficult task, as it would be so easy to focus on what