A random encounter at the grocery store prompts big Jake to recruit a passel of wannabe muscleboys.
The checker was a newbie and man was he a cutie. Probably 19 or 20 at most, no more than 5’8, maybe a 150 pounds soaking wet but nice proportions, wide shoulders, tiny waist, zero bodyfat. Plus a model handsome face, slightly large nose, curvy lips, big brown eyes, wavy brown hair. And I was guessing he was pretty oblivious to his good looks; he didn’t have that “Gee, look at me, I’m so fucking hot” air about him.
You couldn’t say the same about me but that’s the way it goes, right?
Andy looked up at the guy wheeling his cart into Aisle 13.
Dayum, he thought. He’s frickin’ huge.
Probably 5’10-5’11 and just massively muscular. His XXL muscle shirt fit him like a glove, his bulging biceps had to be bigger than Andy’s quads, and his quads, shit, they had to be bigger than Andy’s waist.
And, fuck, even if he’d been a skinny geek (like me, Andy thought) he’d still be drop dead gorgeous. Ruggedly handsome face, strong jaw, piercing cobalt blue eyes, black hair cut short on the side and spiked backwards on top, sort of a modified hedgehog look.
Plus fur fucking everywhere. Thick curls poking out of the top of his t-shirt, nearly as much on his arms, and his legs. He hadn’t shaved his pits, either, and the faint scent of mansweat made Andy’s teen dick hard as a rock.
With a start, Andy realized he was staring.
Can’t mess this up, Andy said to himself. First day on the job.
“P-p-paper or plastic, sir,” he asked me.
I flashed my pearly whites at him. God this kid was cute.
“Plastic is fine, kiddo,” I said.
I thought he was going to go cross-eyed trying to look at the groceries, the register, and me, all at the same time.
“Gee, Mister, you must be a bodybuilder, huh?” he asked.
I stood a little straighter, expanded my chest just a bit, from 58 inches relaxed up to 60 inches flexed.
“Good eye, kid,” I complimented him. “You follow the sport?”
He turned red but nodded.
“I figured with all this protein…” he said.
I leaned my huge hairy fists on the check out stand and rolled my arms; the huge, thick muscles surged up and down like tsunamis after a Pacific undersea quck.
The kid gulped, then finished ringing me up.
I looked at the readout.
“$349.50?” I laughed. “I don’t think so!”
The kid—his name tag said Andy—blushed furiously.
“I am soooo sorry, Mister,” he said. “I guess I got a bit carried away with the multiplication key! I can fix this in a jiffy.”
I gave him my killer smile again. Jiffy, he said. You gotta love a young un who says jiffy!
“Hey, man, no worries,” I said. “I’m in no hurry, uh, Andy is it?”
I stuck out my bear paw. He looked at it like it held his entire future, then put his young strong hand in mine.
“Yessir,” he answered politely. “It’s Andy. I’m new here. Nice to meet you, Sir!”
I took my hand back so he could run my card through the reader again. I cocked my massive arm and scratched my hulking neck. The arm is 24 inches cold, the neck is 23 inches. Bigger, stronger, older, wiser men than Andy have had a hard time being that close to my body.
Andy was no exception. His eyes widened and suddenly his whole body jerked. He blushed so deeply I though he was gonna rupture something.
“Easy, kid,” I told him in a soft voice. “Happens all the time. Why don’t you put on that apron? No one will know what happened ‘cept you and me.”
Andy looked totally mortified but did as I instructed.
“Now, I gotta question for you, okay?”
Andy stood leaning against the counter, terrifically pleased that the apron—God I’m glad he suggested that!—afforded some concealment.
“What time you get off?” the big man asked, then he chuckled and added. “What time do you ‘get off’ work, I mean!”
Andy grinned. This dude was all right! Huge, hot, handsome and funny! Whodathunkit? Andy cleared his throat—his mouth was so dry—and said.
“11 p.m., Mister. Just 10 minutes from now.”
The big guy smiled that blindingly white smile again.
“You can stow the ‘Mister’ stuff, Andy,” he said. “Name is Jake, Jake Hunter.”
Andy took Jake’s hand (more like a huge paw!) and said.
“Gee, thanks, Jake, nice to meet you, too! Are you, uh, a regular here? I just started!”
“So, Andy,” I said to him. “If you’re not doing anything after work, I’d be happy to take you out for a late night bite to eat. Like I said, my evening is free.”
His eyes went wide and I saw it took him about 10 seconds to make up his mind.
“You gotta car?” I asked.
“No, sir,” he replied. “No, Jake, I mean. My dorm is close enough I can bike over.”
Oh ho, I thought. Lemme guess.
“Cool beans, I bet I know which one,” I said. “Meet me outside when you’re done and I’ll take you to the best all nite diner on this side of town.”
A big, shit-eating grin crossed his face.
“That would be so cool, Jake,” he said. “Where will I find you?”
“I’ll be in the silver Audi convertible with the top down. Not too many of ‘em hanging out here this time of night.”
“There can’t be another one with a driver like you, that’s for sure!”
Hook, line, and sinker, I thought.
“See you in, what, 10 minutes?”
He nodded and handed me my receipt.
I pushed the cart out of the aisle and towards the doors.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw him standing there, trying to consume the image of my mile-wide shoulders and huge bubble butt navigating past the service counter.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, Andy thought.
He’s so huge, so hot—and he likes me!
Andy told himself to slow down.
Likes you well enough to take you out to eat, you mean—he probably wants to put some meat on your bones!
Andy closed up the register and headed to the staff locker room.
My God, he thought. Please tell me it’s not like this every night—I’ll never make it.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the sleek, powerful Audi convertible pull up into the loading area.
Andy quickened his pace.
“I’ve heard about this place…” Andy said.
“But didn’t really imagine it was all they said it was?” Jake asked.
Andy just nodded.
It was a Country Western extravaganza, with red checked table cloths, Mason jars for drinks, waitresses who appeared to have stepped right out of Mel’s Diner, CW memorabilia everywhere.
“Crazy,” Andy said.
“Check out the table legs,” Jake said, pointing to the end of the table.
“Jeans!” Andy exclaimed. “And cowboy boots!”
“A different pair for each booth.”
Jake gave some suggestions to Andy on what to order, then gave his order to Nell, who appeared to be 80 if she was a day.
“Mmm hmm, mmm hmmm, mmm hmm, mmm hmm,” Nell said as Jake rattled off an order that went on and on. The longer Jake rattled, the bigger Andy’s eyes got.
“Baby darlin’, is that all?” Nell asked, somewhat miffed.
Andy just gaped.
“Maybe some more later, Miz Nell, I had a big lunch,” Jake said.
Jake chuckled when he got a look at the expression on Andy’s face.
“I guess you could say I’m a growin’ boy,” Jake allowed.
“Jeezus, Mist.., um, I mean, Jake, just how much do you weigh?”
“I’m trimming down a bit right now, I’ve got some traveling to do this semester and any bigger than this I have trouble with the seats.”
Andy’s mouth was in serious danger of falling open again.
“295 this morning, kid,” Jake said. “That’s about 20-25 pounds less than my max off season weight.”
Andy’s eyes closed and a giant shudder shook the handsome young man from head to toe.
“Awww, Jeez,” Andy said. “I don’t believe this…”
It was Jake’s turn to gawp.
Andy, abashed, nodded his head. Jake gave him his killer smile once again.
“Man, kid, what I’d give for that kinda testosterone,” Jake laughed, then reached across the table to push Andy’s chin back into place.
Slowly, Andy shook his head back and forth.
“You’re just incredible,” he told Jake. “You fucking weigh twice as much as I do!”
Jake shrugged his shoulders.
“Don’t do that, please!” Andy whispered fiercely. “I can’t take it any more!”
Jake spread his arms along the back side of the booth.
“There,” he said. “That better? And, ya know, yeah, I figured I weighed twice as much as you do but I’m twice as old as you are, too!”
“What? You think I’m 14?”
“Shit no, kid, I think you’re 19 or 20 and I’m twice that.”
Andy pondered that.
“Really? I’m 18. So you’re 36? I’d never have guessed.”
Jake tugged on his ear. Seeing Jake’s massive forearm bunch up while he did it nearly sent Andy over the edge again.
“Uh, well, no,” Jake replied. “I turned 40 last month…”
Andy’s eyes tried to bug out of his head.
Jake just laughed.
“Well, okay, but let me pay for dinner, all right? I mean, I thought I might be too old for you but…”
Andy threw his dinner roll at Jake, who caught it with a great deal more speed and dexterity than Andy would have given a man his size credit for.
Then the food arrived and they got down to eating and talking about what was what. Jake found out that Andy was just starting at State, on full academic scholarship but not really sure what he wanted to major in, although he was a bit of a science geek. Andy was dumbfounded to find out that not only was Jake an alum, he had a Ph.D. in molecular biophysics from Penn.
“I’m only newly back in town, too,” Jake said. “I keep trying to get away but I really love it here and they keep luring me back.”
Andy gave him the eye.
“In this case, Proteus Genomics,” Jake said, referring to State’s high tech genetic engineering spin off.
“Oh, cool,” Andy said. “I’ve heard of them. What do you do there?”
Jake cleared his throat.
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
As if, Andy thought to himself.
“President and CEO,” Jake said in a soft voice.
“Holy crap,” Andy said. “You’re huge, handsome, hot, smart, and you make a lot of money?”
Jake had the decency to blush.
“Well, I guess when you put it that way…”
Andy looked at Jake with an intensity that was almost unnerving, even for a man as intimidatingly large and self-confident as Jake.
“I want to be you!” Andy said. “It’s that simple!”
“Well, ya know….”
Andy interrupted him.
“Oh, I know, I know. You’re you and I’m me and I can’t lead your life. But you are everything I want to be some day.”
Jake gave the younger man an appraising glance.
“I have no reason to think you can’t have it all,” Jake told him, seriously. “You’ve got the looks. From what I can tell, you’ve got the potential for putting on lots of mass. And God knows you’ve got the brains, that’s obvious.”
“You’re just saying…”
Jake interrupted him.
“No, Andy, I’m not just saying—I’m completely serious.”
Just then Nell showed up.
“What next?” she asked.
Andy looked at Jake.
Jake looked at Andy.
They both said it at the same time.
“Wow,” Jake said after the first round.
They’d gone to Jake’s high rise condo and Andy had jumped him before he got the door open all the way. A trail of clothing led from the front door to the California King in Jake’s over-sized bedroom.
There wasn’t a part of Jake’s body that Andy didn’t lick or suck and for once in his life Jake was hard-pressed to keep up.
“Whoosh,” Jake said. “Who taught you to have sex?”
Andy looked at him and laughed.
“Don’t be silly,” he replied. “I’m a virgin. Wasn’t that obvious?”
“No, hell, it was not obvious. You are 18, aren’t you?”
“I’ll show you my driver’s license if you want…”
Jake shook his head.
“But I’d rather show you something else!”
I’ve gotta get this kid to Proteus, Jake told himself as he fucked Andy for fifth or sixth time (he was losing count.) His energy is amazing!
The next morning over breakfast Jake broached the subject.
“So, Super Andy, have you ever thought about getting big?” Jake asked casually.
“Thought about it?!” Andy exclaimed. “Christ, I’d give my left nut to be a big guy like you.”
Jake raised an eyebrow.
“I spend a lot of time in the gym,” Andy pointed out. “And I’m pretty damned strong for my size—I can bench 225 for reps, easy, and my 1 rep max is 275.”
“That’s damn impressive for a guy your age and size,” he pointed out.
“Damn straight,” Andy agreed. “I just never seem to grow.”
“I think you need to come work out at Proteus,” Jake said. “We’ve got a state-of-the-art gym and every member has free access to a personal trainer, a nutritionist, a chiropractor, and a massage therapist.”
Andy’s jaw dropped.
“Wha…?” he blurted. “How the heck do you manage all of that?”
“We have a very select clientele,” he pointed out. “In fact, it’s safe to say that it’s an ‘invitation only’ group of guys. Uh, well, and no women.”
Jake told Andy that it was all part of a multimillion dollar DoD grant to find natural ways to promote human growth and performance.
“But why no women?” Andy asked. “Not that I mind, I mean, it’s clear I like guys…”
Jake shook his head.
“Different facility, across the country,” he noted. “We tried it once with men and women in the same place. For whatever reason, opposite sex conditions seemed to have an inhibiting effect.”
Andy was eager to check it out but Jake put up a big paw to slow him down.
“Hey, now, school is starting day after tomorrow and you’ve yet to meet your roommate, right?”
Andy was slightly crestfallen.
“You mean I can’t stay…?”
Jake put his big arm around Andy’s nice strong shoulders.
“One step at a time, kiddo,” Jake said. “You are a doll and I love ya and I’m twice as old as you are and you’re just starting the first chapter of your grown up life. Let’s not rush it, okay?”
Andy brightened, then grinned wickedly.
“But we can still…?” he asked.
“Oh, hell yeah,” Jake said. “You’re the best fuck I’ve had in the 21st century, kiddo, and I’ve had a lot!”
They held hands in the car on the way over to Andy’s dorm but Jake declined an invitation to check out Andy’s dorm room, or see him to the door.
“If I get out the car, (a) I’m gonna scare your dorm mates and (b) you’re gonna get expelled for fucking in your room with the door open,” Jake said. “See you at Proteus on Saturday, okay?”
We’ll see what you’ve got, Jake thought.
Ohmigod, Andy thought. It’s Jabba the Hutt!
Actually, it was Andy’s freshman roommate, “Spencer from Springfield,” who was just Andy’s height but about 50 pounds heavier and all of it blubber. It was clear that Spencer didn’t have a muscle in his body.
It was also clear that he was checking Andy out and that he had a chubby going on down below.
Well, I hope to hell it’s a chubby, Andy thought to himself. It’s kinda hard to tell. If it isn’t one he’s just plain deformed.
Like many a fat man before him, Spencer was also funny as hell, in a dry, intellectual sort of way. Within five minutes, he had Andy rolling with laughter.
“Oh Thank God,” Spencer said. “I was totally afraid you were going to be one of those uptight jocks with no sense of humor.”
Andy half expected Spencer to put his hand to his forehead in a mock faint.
“Hey, I like playing sports,” Andy admitted. “I like watching ‘em, too.”
Spencer’s round little shoulders drooped more, if that were possible.
“Rugby, especially,” Andy said. “All those hot furry guys in itty bitty shorts? Woof!”
Spencer’s eyes flew open and his mouth dropped so fast his jaw made an audible click.
Andy nodded and then bit his lip, as if he were having second-thoughts.
“Yes, it’s true, Spencer. I, uh, hope you don’t mind. Do you think, uh, maybe, you could handle having a gay roommate?”
Andy gave Spencer his best “I’m Bambi and my mother is about to be killed” look and it was Spencer’s turn to be howling with laughter.
“Oh, it’s too rich,” Spencer said. “I’ve got the hot jock roommate of my dreams and he’s gay? The housing people at this school are fucking awesome!”
Andy grinned like the proverbial Cheshire cat.
“Well, yeah, but let’s take this one step at a time, okay? We’re roomies, for one thing, plus I’ve already got a boyfriend!”
Spencer, who wasn’t expecting much, pouted anyway.
“Boyfriend? Huh! What gives you the right? And where is he, anyway, back home in Middleton?”
“Actually, he’s right here,” he pointed out. “An alum.”
Spencer’s eyes got big.
“An older man?!”
“Just turned 40, in fact, although he looks about 30 tops!”
“Oooh! Andy’s got a Daddy complex, huh?”
Pointing to his throat, Andy made a gagging noise.
“Gack!” he replied. “Not hardly! And this guy is smokin’!”
Spencer arched an eyebrow.
“That remains to be seen, Young Mr. Barrington,” he intoned. “I want proof!”
Soon enough, Andy thought. Soon enough.
“Are you sure?” Jake asked when Andy finished describing Spencer. “I usually look for someone who shows evidence of being motivated.”
“Oh, he’s motivated,” Andy said, remembering Spencer’s ever present (well, when Andy was present) stiffy. “He’s just never had any opportunity.”
Jake arched an eyebrow.
“Well, not in a safe environment, anyway,” Andy elaborated. “Poor kid’s been picked on all his life.”
So Saturday Jake introduced Andy and Spencer to the gym staff at Proteus:
Mark, the trainer, was 25, sandy brown hair, big green eyes, long dark lashes, pouty red lips. About Jake’s height (5’11) but only 200 pounds. Still, it was a totally ripped 200 pounds. The man didn’t move so much as ripple from place to place.
Joel, the nutritionist, was African American, early 30s, 6’2” tall, about 250 pounds. Talk about some serious beef! Like Mark, he had virtually zero bodyfat.
Krishna, the chiropractor, was late 20s, about the same height as Joel but at 220 pounds he was built more like Mark.
Finally, there was Sam, the massage therapist, who appeared to be early 40s (they later found out he was early 50s), no taller than Andy or Spencer, both 5’8, and massively built, easily 250 pounds of solid muscle.
Damn these guys are hot, Andy thought to himself. Spencer, meanwhile, was close to hyperventilating.
“Okay,” Jake said. “Let’s get started with some measurements, then we’ll look at training goals, diet plans, and work out strategies.”
Spencer hung back, reluctant to face the tape, but Andy took his hand and pulled him along. Jake winced. How was this going to play out?
“Spencer, if…” Jake began.
“Oh, it’s all right, I’ll do it,” Spencer said. “I don’t suppose I’ll actually die of shame. But Andy has to go first. He’s exactly what I’m aiming for so I want to know what I’m signing up for!”
Andy grinned and stripped to his skivvies. Jake shifted his stance, Mark (the only straight one) rolled his eyes, Joel and Krishna (who, as it turned out, were lovers) tittered, and Sam just growled.
“okay, Super Andy, let’s check it out,” Jake said, clearing his throat. He took the measurements, which Mark called off:
“Weight: 150 pounds
“Waist: 28 inches.
“Chest: 40 inches.
“Biceps: 15 inches.
“Quads: 23 inches.
“Calves: 14½ inches.”
They pulled out the calipers and did some quick calculations:
“Bodyfat ratio: About 9%!” Mark called out. “That’s damned impressive!”
Andy blushed but grinned his big grin. Joel and Krishna didn’t titter this time and gave the young man an appraising glance. Sam growled (over time they found out Sam growled a lot!)
“My turn, I guess,” Spencer said gamely, not bothering to hide the obvious stiffy caused by his lust for Andy.
This time Sam called off the measurements:
“Weight: 205 pounds.
“Waist: 40 inches.
“Chest: 39 inches.
“Biceps: 11 inches.
“Quads: 25 inches.
“Calves: 14 inches.”
Before they could get out the calipers, Jake interrupted.
“That’s good for now,” he said. “Now pair off with them and get them back to me in 90 minutes, okay?”
The boys met separately with Mark (workout history), Joel (medical / nutrition history), and Krishna and Sam (for an assessment of posture, flexibility, etc.) Plus…
“33%,” Mark said, when he was alone with Spencer and Jake to take the caliper readings.
“Oof,” Spencer said.
“Ya know what, Spence, don’t sweat it,” Mark said. “I’ve trained much bigger, much older guys than you. At your age all this is going to melt off!”
Jake gave him a stern look.
“So long as you keep coming and put yourself into it,” he said.
Spencer gave Jake a shy glance.
“Mr. Hunter, sir,” he said. “You don’t understand. This is a dream come true. I’ll do whatever it takes!”
Jake smiled at that and clapped the chunky kid on the shoulder, nearly sending him sprawling.
“That’s what I need to hear, Spence! You’ll do great!”
The semester sped by and the changes in Andy and Spencer were nothing short of phenomenal. Their hall mates, their class mates, hell, the whole school, couldn’t stop talking about the apparently gym-obsessed freshmen.
Once a month for the next four months, Matt and Joel or Krishna and Sam would take a new set of measurements. The results were astonishing:
Andy: Weight 160 pounds, up 10 pounds.
Spencer: Weight 195 pounds, down 10 pounds.
Andy: Weight 175 pounds, up 15 pounds.
Spencer: Weight 180 pounds, down 15 pounds.
Andy: Weight 195 pounds, up 20 pounds.
Spencer: Weight 160 pounds, down 20 pounds.
Andy: Weight 210 pounds, up 15 pounds.
Spencer: Weight 150 pounds, down 10 pounds.
At their final weigh in of the semester, Andy and Spencer were both beaming. This time Jake called off the numbers:
“Spencer: Biceps 15 inches, chest 40 inches, waist 28 inches! Holy cow, you did it!”
Spencer punched the air with his fist, quite possibly the first time in his life his fist had been used for something other than jerking off.
“Andy: Biceps 19½ inches, chest 50 inches, waist 29 inches, quads 29 inches.”
Joel and Krishna looked at the two freshmen with undisguised lust, while Matt added:
“Don’t forget that 475-pound bench press.”
Which caused Sam to growl (yet again.)
“Or Mr. Zero Bodyfat’s either,” Andy said. “225 is the shit!”
This worked even better than I thought it would, Jake mused. I wonder what comes next?
“Gentlemen, many, many thanks,” Andy announced. “Mr. Speedo and I need to head out. Time for the Zeta’s annual holiday costume party. We have some prepping to do!”
The older men all laughed. They’d all been to Zeta parties at various points in their lives.
“You mean…?” Jake asked.
“Yeah, I mean,” Andy replied.
“Mean what?” Spencer wanted to know as they headed to the locker room.
“Get you laid, of course,” he told his newly svelte roommate and best bud.
“Oh!” Spencer said. “But…”
Well, yeah, Andy thought. I did pop your cherry back in October when I outgrew you. But…
“Time for the horsey to ride out on his own,” Andy observed. “Yer a big boy now!”
“Ha!” he proclaimed. “You are the Big Boy, not me. I’m just a shy, delicate…”
Andy elbowed Spencer in the ribs; Andy had the mass but jabbing Spencer was like bouncing off titanium. The kid was made of carbon steel!
“Don’t give me that crap, Mister,” he said. “You’ve got half the faglings at State hanging on your every word. I know who you chat and I know whose hot list you are on, not just who is on yours!”
Spencer thought about blushing, then thought, To hell with it!
“Let’s go get laid,” he told his best friend.
“We never see you in the gym,” the guys would say, glowering at them. The glowers only got worse when the straight boys saw their girlfriends feeling up the two gay guys, who were obviously loving it.
“We belong to a private gym,” Andy would say.
“Members only,” Spencer would add.
And then they’d be off to the next set of admirers.
Eventually, though, the number of admirers surrounding Andy began crowding Spencer out, enough so that he felt like he was with the crowd, not with Andy. Count on Andy to pick up on it immediately, of course. He’d give it about five minutes, then break away, pulling Spencer along, and start all over again.
After about the sixth or seventh round, Spencer put up his hands.
“Babe, I love ya, you know that, right?”
Andy looked pained.
“And I know that you love me, too,” Spencer continued. “But enjoy this, okay? I’ll have my chance later!”
Andy grabbed him by the shoulders, looked him in the eyes. Then, relieved, he sighed, and bumped Spencer on the chin with his muscular fist.
“You’re the best, babe.”
Don’t I know it, Spencer said to himself.
Spencer took his time making his exit. He chatted up the ones (girls and guys) who were as much into him as they were into Andy; he chatted with the ones on the periphery of Andy’s crowd, the ones wanting to get closer; he talked with the ones who were bored with the whole scene; and he talked to every shy, overweight, or geeked out girl or guy who appeared to think they had made a terrible mistake by coming to this party they’d spent so much energy wangling an invitation to attend.
Mostly, though, he was watching Andy out of the corner of his eye, lapping him up the same way Andy was lapping up the attention and the props. He was watching when the shirt came off and heard the collective in-take of breath as people gasped in delight (most girls, some guys) or groaned in dismay (most guys!) He was there for the catcalls that egged Andy into dancing on the table top, his jeans pushed down far enough to show off his bubble butt (and the fact that he was going commando.)
He left with a smile on his face and a spring in his step.
Give it a year, he told himself. You’ve got that to look forward to!
Walking along the street back to their dorm, Spencer enjoyed the unseasonably warm December weather. It had been up to 65 that day and was still only in the low 50s, jeans, a flannel shirt, and a windbreaker were plenty warm enough.
He passed the usually deserted basketball court and, there, under the glare of the sodium lights was a hulking figure wearing sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt, nothing more, dribbling and dunking a basketball, over and over again.
“Sam!” Spencer said. “What are you doing here?”
Sam came over and sat on the bench at the edge of the court, toweling the sweat out of his #2 buzzcut.
Gee, Spencer thought to himself. I never realized he has a completely full head of hair—it’s just really short!
“Waiting for you,” Sam said in reply.
Stunned, Spencer sat on the bench, too.
Sam chuckled, a sound that bore a remarkable resemblance to the noise made by a cement mixer.
“You told us you and Andy were going to the Zeta party,” Sam pointed out reasonably. “I knew you’d be headed home this way and I figured now would be about the right time.”
Spencer contemplated Sam’s words for a minute or two.
“I get the how and where parts,” he said, finally. “I still don’t know how you knew when?”
Sam laughed this time.
“You didn’t tell me you were thinking of majoring in journalism,” he observed. “You left out who and what.”
“Those were implied, of course. I’m the who and ‘a meeting in the park’ is what,” he snipped. “But I think you’re evading the when question.”
Sam grinned, something Spencer hadn’t seen before.
My God, Spencer thought. I didn’t realize he was so totally fucking handsome!
“That’s easy, kiddo,” Sam said, patting Spencer on the knee. “I did exactly the same thing at the exactly the same time about 30 years ago.”
Spencer gave Sam a sharp glance.
Sam stood up, pulled off his wet t-shirt, and pulled on a sleeveless jersey fleece zip-up sweater. Spencer gulped.
I always forget how big he is!
“Use your imagination, kiddo,” Sam said. “I wasn’t always an old geezer.”
He went on to say that 30 years ago he’d arrived at State an overweight geek and during his first year, with no assistance from anyone or pointers of any kind, managed to transform himself into a sexy athletic stud muffin.
“Just like you,” Sam observed.
Spencer blushed furiously.
“And just like you I had a mega hot jock roommate who was kind enough to drag me along to the Zeta party,” Sam noted.
Ohhhhhh, Spencer thought.
Sam sat back on the bench and clasped his rugged hands behind his bull neck. At 5’8 and 255 pounds of muscle, Sam was the biggest man Spencer had ever seen, aside from Jake. When Sam stretched and then flexed those big arms (Andy claimed they were 22 inches cold, although how he knew was a different story), Spencer felt himself start to get hard.
“Pretty much the same story, I’m guessing,” Sam continued. “Only my roommate was straight as a board and I was totally in the closet. No one was paying any attention to me, or so I thought, and my roomie, on whom I had the world’s biggest crush, certainly wasn’t paying attention to me.”
Hidden depths, Spencer thought. Who knew?
“So I came here,” Sam added, “at just about exactly the same point in the party and cried my eyes out.”
“You weren’t expecting hidden depths from the tough guy, were you?” Sam asked.
Spencer shook his head.
“I see, though, that you have had a better time of it than I did,” Sam said, chuckling. “I thought it was Gene Kelley Singing in the Rain for a minute there!”
Spencer blushed and laughed at the same time.
“So tell me about it,” Sam said, and Spencer did.
At the end of the story, Sam gave Spencer that million-dollar smile again.
Whoosh, Spencer thought. I am totally fucking turned on—and he’s three years older than my dad!
“I’m glad to hear it,” Sam said. “Andy’s a good kid and any kid as good looking as you doesn’t need his heart stomped on this early in the game.”
Spencer’s ears perked up.
Sam pulled Spencer to his feet and placed his big thick manly hands on Spencer’s shoulders.
“I know you’re used to looking in the mirror and seeing a chub, kiddo,” Sam said. “You need to get over that. You’re a handsome sexy, man now.”
It took Spencer a minute to respond, too busy enjoying the feel of Sam’s rough, warm hands on his own smooth shoulders. Spencer’s head was tilted back, the moonlight and a big sloppy grin playing tag on his face. Finally, he came to, opened his eyes, looked directly into Sam’s eyes, and said:
“There’s one question we forgot to address.”
Sam’s face flirted with a smile but wouldn’t quite give in.
“And which one is that?” he asked, suddenly sounding professorial.
Spencer straightened slightly.
“Why, the question is why, of course! Why were you waiting for me, Sam?”
Sam pulled Spencer close. The feeling of being up against Sam’s herculean torso was electrifying. Sam whispered into Spencer’s ear:
“Do you really need to ask?”
No, Spencer thought. I guess I don’t.
“You look good enough to eat,” Jake said. “And tired as hell.”
Andy smiled wanly.
“I haven’t been to bed yet,” he explained.
“I remember what that’s like,” he said, then added sternly: “Just remember, if you really want to get big, you’ve got to sleep big as well as eat big and lift big.”
Andy yawned tremendously.
“So how was it?” Jake asked.
Andy perked up.
“It was great, thanks, although Spencer skipped out after a couple of hours.”
Jake raised an eyebrow. Andy shrugged his shoulders.
“He said it was okay for me to have all the attention—this time!” Andy’s intonation captured Spencer’s ironic fagling tone perfectly.
“I’m sure he found some way to keep himself entertained. And what about you? Kiss a lot of guys?”
“Uh, yeah, of course, and…”
Jake gave him a glance.
“I kissed a girl,” Andy added. “And I think I liked it.”
Jake clutched his head in his massive hands.
“Oh, no,” he wailed, in mock horror. “You’re going HET on me, aren’t you?”
Andy burst out laughing, loud enough to cause the other customers to look their way.
“Not hardly,” he pointed out. “Tasted like cherry candy—I prefer beef!”
“Which brings me to something I wanted to ask you,” Andy continued.
Jake was surprised by his young boyfriend’s serious tone of voice.
“And what would that be, Young Mr. Barrington?”
Andy cleared his throat.
“I want to take this to the next level,” he said.
Jake tried not to frown.
“Babe, it’s like I told you,” he replied. “I don’t think you’re ready for…”
“Oh, not that!” he said, blushing furiously. “I mean, I love you and all, you know that, but I know I’m not ready to be anyone’s husband, even yours!”
Jake looked at Andy closely.
“I meant this,” Andy continued.
And with that he lifted his arm and flexed the 19 inch biceps that were the object of so much attention, male and female, the night before.
“I’m ready,” Andy said.
Realization lit up Jake’s face like sunrise on the Kansas prairie.
Ohhhhh, he thought.
“To get huge?”
Which was how Andy and Spencer wound up moving into Proteus.
The facility was set up to be residential, if need be, with half a dozen large suites around common kitchen, dining, study, and entertainment spaces. Sam, in fact, already lived in one.
“You realize, of course,” Sam said when Jake broached the idea. “That we only need to set up one of the suites.”
Jake shrugged his shoulders.
“I know they’re used to rooming together,” Jake said agreeably. “But no reason on our part they need to continue to do so. We’ve got the room, at least for the next year.”
Sam shook his head.
“That’s not it,” he continued.
Jake raised an eyebrow.
“Spencer will be rooming with me,” Sam announced.
Jake was a man of the world and not much surprised him so his totally stunned expression was itself somewhat surprising.
Sam nodded, afraid that his best friend might be having a bad reaction.
“Really,” he answered.
Jake just sat there a few moments.
“Wow,” Jake said finally. “That’s really cool. I mean, uh, are you sure? After all…”
“Uh, well, yeah, of course you’re sure! I know you know you’re old enough to be his biological daddy as well as his daddy and…”
Jake rattled on for a few minutes. Finally, Sam put his big hand on Jake’s even bigger hand.
Whoosh, Jake thought.
“He’s a year older than Andy, ya know,” Sam pointed out. “He had a severe case of mono in the 8th grade and had to take off half a year so he did it over.”
“Yeah,” he replied. “Spencer, like Andy, is a grown man. He’s entitled to make his own decisions.”
So that was that.
Jake intervened with the school to allow Andy and Spencer to take their classes online. As a result, they rarely had occasion to leave the Proteus premises. With full time access to the gym, a kitchen, and a Cordon Bleu chef (as it happened, Sam, much to everyone’s surprise) they began to explode with growth.
Spencer’s gains outpaced those Andy experienced during the Fall semester; Sam recorded the following numbers for his young lover:
Jan. 15: 155 pounds.
Feb. 15: 170 pounds.
Mar. 15: 185 pounds.
Apr. 15: 200 pounds.
May: 15: 220 pounds.
As for Andy, his growth was off the chart:
Jan. 15: 215 pounds.
Feb. 15: 230 pounds.
Mar. 15: 255 pounds.
Apr. 15: 285 pounds.
Sam and Jake were totally agog at the growth Spencer and Andy managed to achieve. Just six weeks into the program, Sam pulled Jake aside and said:
“You realize that at this rate he is going to be as big as you are by the end of the semester!”
Jake shrugged his massive shoulders.
“My guess is he is going to be bigger than I am by the end of the semester,” he replied. “His gains are actually accelerating!”
Sam shook his head.
“So what are you gonna do?”
Jake just grinned.
“Enjoy it, of course!”
The third week of April, three weeks before the end of the semester, Andy caught up with Jake.
“295 pounds,” Jake read the number from the electronic scale. “And you’re two inches shorter than I am.”
Andy had grown in other ways during the previous months. The faint treasure trail, sparse chest hair, and light beard had turned into a pelt that showed signs of giving Jake’s a run for the money. Plus he’d grown a sexy goatee/mustache and a nice set of sideburns.
Andy turned to Jake and flexed his left bicep.
“Twenty-four inches cold, Old Man,” he snarled.
Jake burst out laughing, as did Andy.
“As if you could ever be anything other than my sweetheart,” Jake said, wrapping the giant young man in his arms.
“Mmmmrrrrr,” Andy replied. “You’re always gonna be the Big Guy as far as I’m concerned.”
Jake shook his head.
“Not at this rate, I won’t be.”
He was right, too. On May 15, last day of the semester, Sam and Spencer showed up to take Andy’s stats:
“Weight: 320 pounds.”
“Chest: 64 inches—that’s just 4 inches shorter than you are tall, dude!”
“Biceps: 25¾ inches.”
“Forearms: 21 inches.”
“Waist: 32 inches.”
“Quads: Shit, 34 inches!”
“Calves: 24 inches.”
Andy now outweighed his taller lover by 25 pounds of solid muscle. He looked like he could walk through a brick wall. Hell, he looked like he could stop a tank.
“It’s time,” Andy said.
“For what?” they asked.
“For Jake to marry me,” he replied.