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Big in his own Way 01
🕑 Added 2018-12-01 18:01:06 +0000 UTCChase had just finished up a grueling workout. He’d spent so much time growing every muscle in his body. No one could deny that he was a muscular beast. Everyone in the gym knew that he was supposed to be respected. His wide shoulders and thick arms intimidated just about everyone. The others gym members knew who he was and knew to stay out of his way.
Occasionally he’d catch the glance of some hot chick with her far less attractive boyfriend. Chase would smirk to himself out of pride on how much better he was. ‘They know what they’re missing out on.’ The devious smile would appear on his face thinking about the woman. He’d go back to working out knowing he could pick anyone up here that he wanted. His only problem with being the hottest guy in the gym was catching the glances of other guys.
He didn’t spend his time there to get hit on by other guys. His god-like body was for female eyes only. He’d try to ignore when other guys stared at him. Usually a quick glare gave them the hint. The look he gave made them know he wasn’t going to beat their ass the way they wanted him to. But today there had been a guy just staring him down. His gaze refused to let up. Chase had finally had enough. Since he’d just finished his workout he wanted to approach the guy.
“Gotta problem?” Chase huffed. His deep commanding voice would send shivers down most anyone’s spine.
“Nah,” the guy said calmly. “Just checking out the view.” Chase was easily 6 inches taller than the guy and probably doubled his weight. But he didn’t seem intimidated at all. His calm cool presence pissed Chase off even more.
“Want to take this outside?” Chase threatened.
“Nope. No need to. I’m perfectly happy in here.” The guy walked into the locker room. He wasn't scared or intimidated but Chase still had to keep his cool. If he were to get into a fight at the gym he'd have to find a new one.
Chase grinded his teeth. ‘This little shit.’ He had no idea how to respond. All he had to do was ignore it. Just now he had to change in front of the dude. He was going to his best not to cause any trouble. ‘There was no need to cause trouble.’
“You don’t remember me do you? Not like you should I guess. But I remember you. You loved flexing for me back in high school. Just like how you do it for cash now.” The guy had a blank look on his face. It was like he was waiting for something from Chase.
The bodybuilder stared him down. He never flexed for guys. Well not for free at least. No never. He hated that gay shit. Gay for pay was the worst. But it was an easy way he made money. Right? No! But that’s how he was able to afford so much stuff. He would flex for other guys for a little extra cash. And maybe sometimes a little more. He tried to force the thoughts out but they only became more vivid.
Chase’s memories were starting to conflict. A new him who didn’t mind guys staring at his body was starting to emerge.
“You look a little confused,” the guy smiled. “How about I help you out a little bit. I’m Greg.”
‘Greg?!’ Chase’s mind screamed. The little shit he’d outed in 10th grade and then mocked mercilessly. The kid he’d shoved around throughout high school.
“You should flex for me again. It’ll make you feel better.”
Chase’s face dropped. His body felt the urge to flex. He wanted to show off his impressive body to Greg. Just like old times. But that wasn’t right. He’d never done that. But he had. That’s how he’d known that Greg was gay. It wasn’t until the other guys found out that he had to pretend it was all Greg’s idea.
“C’mon do it. You’ll love it. You always loved the way I look at you. All you have to do is flex them big strong muscles of yours and you’ll feel so good.” Greg made a pouting face.
Chase’s face flushed red. He loved it when Greg looked at him that way. He was so cute! ‘Why couldn’t he just flex.’ His arms raised to his sides. ‘It wasn’t that big of a deal. Besides it was for Greg.’ He gave Greg a double bicep pose. His thick arms glistened with the sweat from his workout. Greg stared at him so intently. Chase could feel the erection in his shorts pulsing. Why was he turned on so much? Then he saw Greg’s smile as he soaked in Chase’s body. His intense stare felt so good.
“You like that?” Chase said proudly. He could tell he was making Greg go wild. He really did love making Greg happy. He could flex like this all day. As long as someone like Greg was watching him he would be happy.
“MMmm-Hmm” Greg moaned. “Just sometime I wish you were bigger…”
“Bigger?” Chase questioned as he moved on to a different pose. “But I’m the biggest guy here?” At 6’4” he’d spent so many years getting his biceps to 21 inches. His chest was well developed while also keeping a thin waist. Well, thin for someone over 250 pounds. If you got his shirt wet it would cling to his abs and you could easily see each developed brick. That’s not to forget about his thick quads and tear dropped calves. Finding any kind of clothes that fit him properly was always the hardest part of shopping.
Greg gave one solid laugh, “You could be bigger.”
“Of course I can be bigger. I’ll do my best to be bigger. I’ll work out even harder just for you Greg.”
“Nah man, you don’t have to worry about it. I know how hard it is for guys like you to pack on weight.”
“Pack on weight?” Chase looked at him confused again. He’d packed on plenty of weight. Looking in the mirror something seemed off. “No I’m plenty big,” he said it trying to convince himself more than anyone else. His arms just didn’t seem the same. They were thinner. His broad chest didn’t seem as toned. The thick legs he’d spent years perfecting seemed to be deflating. But that couldn’t be possible.
“Sure you are big guy,” Greg said in a mocking tone. “You’re big in your own way.”
“No. I am big!” Chase protested. But staring into the mirror a scrawny guy stared back at him. He looked so pathetic. The XXL wife beater he wore could almost completely fit around his shoulders. He didn’t know why he’d wear something like that out. It seemed silly watching it slide down his sides. He didn’t even realize that his shorts were sitting on the ground.
“I know you’ve been trying so hard for years to gain muscle but it just doesn’t stick. But that’s why you have me around. I’ll protect you.” Greg placed his arms around Chase’s shoulders. Despite Greg not being too big of a guy Chase still felt protected. Somehow Greg made him feel safe in his arms. He let out a slight moan as Greg nibbled on his neck.
Chase started laughing loudly. “That tickles! Stop it…” His voice raised to a high pitch squeal. Greg went in for another love bite. Chase struggled his way free giggling the whole time.
“You know you like it…”
“I know. But we’re in public,” Chase said trying to regain some of his composure. “But why am I wearing these clothes?”
Greg looked confused if only for a second. He was thinking about what he wanted to say. “Oh! Those are mine. They’re starting to get a little small on me. And then you said you wanted to try them on. So I let you.” He tried to stifle a smile, “They sure are big on you.”
Part of Chase was still completely confused. He could have sworn that Greg was just a little bit bigger than he was. For some reason he still had some thoughts that he was someone he’d made fun of when they were younger. But standing in front of him was one of the biggest guys he’d ever seen. Standing almost a foot taller than him, Chase had to crane his neck back to look him in the eyes. Not to mention how thick his muscles were that he weighed at least twice as much as him. He couldn’t imagine anyone trying to insult him. Lest you get a powerful fist to the face.
“Is that why you’re wearing my clothes?” Chase stared at the muscular giant squeezed into a medium shirt. The sleeves couldn’t even fit around Greg’s shoulders let alone his massive arms. His shorts looked more like boxer briefs that clung tightly to his thick thighs.
Greg’s entire body moved as he laughed. His muscles flexed as each hearty laugh left his lungs. He started to feel the tightness of the shirt. It was far too small for his massive body. It started ripping around the sleeves. Then the neck split open and fell over his shoulders. Greg looked down and smiled. “Guess I’m a bit too big for your clothes.”
“Yeah…” Chase stared blankly at the shirtless man in from of him. His shorts tented at the sight of Greg’s massively overgrown muscles. He shook his head trying to regain his composure. It didn’t help his erection though. “But what am I supposed to wear?”
The question caught Greg a little off guard. He looked around for something for the guy to wear. “You can wear this,” he said picking up a small t-shirt and shorts. “I know it’s a little big on you but when we get to your place you can change into something else.”
“No it’s not!” Chase declared but as he put the shirt on he couldn’t help but admit that it was too big. He’d barely weighed 100 pounds. It didn’t feel like he should weigh that little but each time he looked in the mirror it confirmed it. He wasn’t that big.
“Sure it’s not,” Greg kissed Chase on the cheek. It startled Chase for a second but he liked the feeling of the massive man’s lips on his face. “Why don’t you flex for me a little bit? I know you want to.”
It was hard for Chase to hide his smile. He was feeling so down about his size for some reason. But Greg really seemed to not mind. It’s not like he didn’t care how small Chase was. He just liked to pretend that Chase was big. And Chase loved the attention. That’s why he liked bragging that he was big. Even though sometimes he’d forget just how small he was.
“Alright!” He instantly went into a side pose showing off his triceps. Greg hooted loudly. Chase loved the praise. He went into a different pose as he tried to show off his flat chest. Greg was still smiling broadly. Chase couldn’t get over how good of a guy Greg was. He could see the massive erection forming in Greg’s pants. That’s when he went back to the standard double bicep pose, Greg’s favorite.
“Can I feel them?” Greg asked innocently; his voice soft and sweet.
“Only if you think you can handle them,” Chase teased.
Greg cautiously walked over to the much smaller man. He was pretending to be the weaker one. “Oh my!” Greg exclaimed, “They’re so big. How did you ever get to be so strong!” Greg’s hands started rubbing against Chase’s arm. He could easily grip the entire bicep if he wanted to. Chase flexed his arm again.
“Through hard work and dedication,” Chase leaned in for a kiss.
“Do you think I could ever be as strong as you?” Greg moved even closer.
“Maybe… If you work hard enough,” Chase closed his eyes feeling Greg’s lips lock against his. He could feel the passion in Greg’s kiss. He didn’t want it to stop.
In one fell swoop Greg’s hands found themselves under Chase’s shirt. He was holding the little guy tightly. Picking him up off the ground and giving a powerful kiss. Chase felt like he was lost in a dream. He loved feeling this big guy take control over him. His back shoved up against the cement wall. He could feel his shorts being pulled off by Greg.
“Greg!” Chase moaned as he felt the powerful tip of Greg’s penis touch his ass. He could feel the warmth as it plunged into him. The 8 inches were easily engulfed by Chase. Chase gasped unable to get a hold of himself.
“C’mon big guy. You can do it.” Greg leaned Chase closer to him. He pumped Chase up and down. Chase was starting to lose himself. His hard dick coming so close. He could feel the pressure building. “I know you can do it. You’re my big guy.” Hearing Greg call him a big guy again sent him over. His body lurched as come shot of him. He painted the front of his shirt white as each shot hit him in the chest.
“AW fuck yeah!” Greg screamed. He came deep into Chase’s ass. The surprise sent a few more spurts of cum shooting into the air. He slowly let Chase’s small body down. “How was that?”
Chase’s head was still reeling. He wasn’t sure what had just happened. Or how no one had decided to come in and check on them. He was kind of happy about that though too. His body was trying to calm down from the feeling. “Good… It was good,” he panted. It was so hard to regain his composure.
“Great. So now let’s go meet the family,” Greg was starting to put his shorts back on.
“WOAH! Woah woah woah!” Chase ran in front of Greg putting his hands against his chest. He put all of his weight into it like it was going to do something. “Why should we do that?”
“Because I’m your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend… Boyfriend…” Chase was trailing off trying to figure out what that meant. “You’re my boyfriend!?” He jumped back realizing what that meant. “You can’t be my boyfriend!”
“Why?”
Chase wanted to say it’s because he was straight. But he didn’t know many straight guys who would like to be fucked up the ass like that. He tried to think of something but nothing was coming to him. There had to be a reason right?
“I didn’t think you just wanted this to be a onetime thing. I figured you wanted me around a little more,” Greg flexed his bicep. God! Even in an XXL t-shirt he looked like he was about to explode out of it. “I mean I can probably just go find someone else if you don’t want to date.”
“NO!!!” Chase plunged into Greg holding him tightly. He didn’t realize how loud he shouted it. “No. It’s not that it’s just my family. They don’t really… They aren’t really…” Chase paused for a second trying to think of what he wanted to say. “They don’t like gay people.”
“That’s not a problem. I have a way of convincing people.”
“You’re not going to hurt them… Are you?” Chase looked up innocently at the giant.
“HAHAAH! Of course not. I have a much better way of changing people’s minds,” Greg smiled. Chase was still a bit worried but felt like Greg knew what he was talking about.
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