Muscle Milk (part 1)

[Speaker]

[COLOR=white]Just want to point out that I have nothing against the French, and that I?m well aware of the existence of a weightlifting brand named Bigger Faster Stronger. Please disregard its existence separate from this storyline.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]Derek wasn?t happy. To say the least. There he had been, poised to qualify for nationals in the 1600m race, when he?d lost the nomination.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]To a freshman.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]He punched the pillow next to him as he lay on his bed. He was a sophomore, going into his junior year and he had been told by his track coach that he was a once-in-a-million runner with talent that Coach Matt hadn?t seen in years. And just as he raced to get the nomination to go to a national championship, this new kid, this freshman had beaten him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Derek was not in a good mood.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]He sighed before standing up. Runners were usually characterized by tall, skinny but utterly ripped builds, and Derek did not deviate from this stereotype. He was about 6?1? and around 135lbs; skinny but with a bit of meat on his bones. An incredible 6-pack was the only incredible thing about his appearance. In all other aspects, average. Average brains, average size, and he even was told by his ex-girlfriend that he was too average for her. The bitch told him that, dumped him, and started dating one of the football jocks, who probably fucked her that same night. She?d been a slut, even she admitted it, but damn had she been hot.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]But that was in the past now, and now Derek stood up in his room, whatever confidence he?d built since she had dumped him shattered by the defeat at the national qualifier. And not to a graduating senior or a junior. He?d lost to a kid who was a year younger, almost a foot shorter, and who couldn?t weigh more than 90lbs. It didn?t help that the kid had been a total asshole about it. Apparently he?d transferred to the USA from France as an exchange student and his only words to Derek had been, ?If all Americans are as slow as you, your nationals are gonna be a piece of cake.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Oh yeah. Derek was not happy, although he did feel that he?d conveyed that emotion enough already.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]He continued sulking as his mom came up to his room and told him he was going to the mall with her. Wonderful. She had never trusted him in the house alone for longer than 15 minutes at a time and still dragged him to the mall whenever she felt like going. He protested, she put her foot down, and he put on his sandals as he prepared to go. Neither of them really seemed into it.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Their ride to the mall was punctuated by intense, long bursts of silence. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]She asked questions awkwardly, such as ?How was your day?? to which he responded ?Meh.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]She asked ?How was your first week of summer vacation?? to which he responded ?Meh.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]She asked ?Are you going to answer me?? to which he, predictably, responded ?Meh.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Oddly, she seemed to trust him in the mall more than she did at home. His mom really wasn?t a bad mother. Actually she was a pretty good one, Derek would grudgingly admit if he had been pressed. He simply had been in such a bad mood over the last few weeks. Anyways, she gave him a $20 bill and told him to meet her at the front entrance in an hour. Derek knew that meant two hours. He knew that time did not pass for his mother the same way that it does for everyone else. Especially in the period of temporal flux when she was shopping.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]So he walked down through the mall, thinking all the while about the same things which he had been thinking about while lying on his bed at home. Nothing had changed really, save the scenery.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]What I need?He mused to himself, Is a way to get back at that fucking French bastard. I can?t beat him now. The season is over. But in the fall?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]He nodded. If I can work really hard, bust my ass, maybe by the fall I can show him that he isn?t better than me. Ill show him that I can kick his ass.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Deep down he wasn?t sure it was possible. The results of the race had been definitive. Derek had lost to the French kid, Raoul, by over 5 seconds, which was an impressive amount of time at a national qualifying event. Derek wasn?t sure he could make up for that great a difference in their times.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]It was at that moment, when he noticed a new store in the mall, right in front of him, named ?Bigger, Faster, Stronger?. Convenient eh?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Derek looked but he only saw the second word of the name. Maybe they had something which could help him get faster over the summer.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Walking into the store, Derek noticed that it was a supplement store, the kind that football jocks or bodybuilders would visit to get creatine, whey proteins, and other nutritious goodies to bulk them up even more. He felt decidedly out of place, the track star, as he walked into the store, which was entirely full of jocks. Derek hid a smile. Apparently jocks went shopping after all, although they?d never admit it.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]He walked up to the front desk, to the absolutely HUGE man standing behind it, talking animatedly to - Derek?s heart sank ? Stephen Davenport, the same guy who his girlfriend now was dating. Steve was a perfect specimen. He and Derek were the same height but that was where the similarities ended. Steve had to outweigh Derek by 60lbs, all of it muscle. His biceps were beautifully rippling as he stretched his arms above his head, the tank top he wore not concealing a thing, just as it was designed to do. Two quarter-sized nipples hung from succulent pecs like ripe fruit from a tree. Derek was pleased with the metaphor. He had trouble keeping his eyes off Steve. Derek wasn?t gay but he could appreciate the male body, and he felt a rush of grudging admiration for the effort it must take Steve to keep his body in such a state of perfection. Of course, that was overwhelmed by the awkwardness of being in the same room as the guy who his previous girlfriend had dumped him to go out with. And by ?go out with? he meant have sex with.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Steve and the clerk, who?s nametag stated that his name was John, looked over at Derek as he approached. Steve smirked at Derek, who did his best to ignore Steve?s silent, inner mocking laughter. The clerk however put on a fa?ade of interest as he stared at his next customer.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]?Can I help you?? The clerk asked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]?I need something that can make me a faster runner. Got anything?? Derek asked in as nonchalant a manner as he could.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Derek had the unsettling notion that John was sizing him up as he stared at him. Almost as if he was being weighed invisibly. He didn?t catch a brief, quick look Steve and John shared. John gave a tiny, imperceptible nod and then said, ?I think I know just the thing.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]John led Derek over to a back corner of the store, where almost unnoticeable was a shelf containing bottles of a supplement titled Muscle Milk.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Derek looked at it skeptically. ?I don?t want to build muscle, I just want to get faster.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]?Don?t worry, this will do that too. This is pretty much the poster child of the store. It does everything we promise: It will make you bigger, faster, and stronger.? John replied. ?We don?t have anything which does any of the one individually.?

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[COLOR=white]Derek looked at it. He decided it was worth a shot. ?How much can I get for $20??

John smiled.[/COLOR]



[COLOR=white]Derek sat on his bed once again. He read the directions.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Drink as much as you feel is necessary to achieve your results. Take small amounts, such as a tablespoon, to begin with until you determine how much Muscle Milk will affect you individually. Do not overdose. You will know what overdose is.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]He had to read it two or more times before he honestly believed those were the instructions. Supplements were a foreign thing to Derek but he knew enough about them to know that they usually gave more precise instructions than THAT![/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]He shrugged and poured out a capful, which conveniently enough was marked ?1 tablespoon.? The liquid was a thick blue ooze. He sniffed it, and detected no discernable scent. It seemed to be an odd, indescribable mix of blueberries, cherries, and sweat, and he had no idea how the scents seemed to mix together the way they did. He shrugged. What was the worst that could happen?

He drank the capful. Just as the smell was, the taste was indescribable. Oddly it tasted nothing like blueberries, cherries or sweat (thank god!). On the contrary, it tasted almost like a milkshake, although one that wasn?t flavored. Not vanilla, not chocolate, not strawberry, just an ordinary plain milkshake. Derek had never had a plain milkshake, he doubted they existed, but it was the only thing he could describe it as. Whatever it was though, it tasted pretty good.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Derek capped the bottle and set in one of his desk drawers. His mom didn?t ask about it on the car ride home, she?d been too busy telling Derek how cute he would look in the new shirts she had bought him. Derek had proceeded to try them on, proclaimed them ?Meh,? and went up to his room while his mother only sighed and gave them to him to put away.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]He couldn?t believe it was 5 o?clock already. It was his turn to cook. Ever since his dad had gone to Japan (of all random places) on the 6 month business trip from hell, he and his mom had decided to share cooking duties. This was not an insignificant task. Every day he cooked he spared himself his mother?s awful attempts at cooking. The stereotypical mother was always the goddess of cooking, and usually baked foods, although that wasn?t required. Not Elaine. His mother took pride in the fact that she was one of the few people on Earth who could burn boiling water. His dad on the other hand was a masterful chef, who delighted in cooking delicious (and usually nutritious) foods for his family.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Derek started grilling the two steaks. He smiled to himself as he wondered how his mother and him had insatiable appetites and never seemed to gain a pound. He felt hungrier today. Maybe he would cook a little extra?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Derek finished the evening the same way any ordinary teenage boy would: Going up to his room, blasting some Coldplay (their new album was out!), and watching porn. Yup. Anyone who denied that they did this (although maybe not Coldplay) as a teenager would be a dirty liar.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Oddly he had to pause a few times and go downstairs to grab a few snacks. He was a lot hungrier than he?d ever been after dinner, especially since he?d eaten more than usual there. But he figured it might only be a growth spurt starting again. His last one had started the same way.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]He ate a few more munchies and went to sleep.[/COLOR]



[COLOR=white]Derek woke up restless. He looked over at the clock noting that it was only 2 in the morning. He groaned and sat up, walking over to the bathroom. He stepped into the shower, figuring a warm shower might help put him to sleep again. Apparently his dick disagreed as he only now noticed it was rock hard, despite him jerking it off only 3 hours ago. He stepped into the shower and began stroking his rock hard manhood. He gasped as he touched it. Simply touching it caused an inordinate amount of pleasure to flow through him. It had never been this sensitive before. If he hadn?t been busy with the incredible pleasure flowing out of his dick with every stroke, he might have noticed it was slightly larger.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]He had to stifle his moans of pleasure for fear of waking his mom up, but it was difficult. He?d never had a jerk-off session like this. Eventually he felt the climax coming and he braced himself. He couldn?t stop himself from gasping in pleasure again as his meat shot several large ropes of sticky cum onto the wall. It didn?t even slow down when he thought he would be done with it. Instead his dick went right on shooting for what felt like two minutes straight before it subsided, his shower wall with a new paint job.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Derek stared down at his cock. He?d just shot twice as much cum as he had ever shot before and his cock was still rock hard. As if it wanted more. Derek shut off the shower and walked back to his bed. As he pulled the sheets over himself he couldn?t help but notice the extremely evident tent his dick produced. He sighed and tried to ignore it.[/COLOR]



[COLOR=white]Derek woke up restless again. His thighs and the area around his dick were sticky with a shot load. Derek looked at the clock again: 7am. This was at least a mildly respectable time to wake up, so he got up and pulled on some clothes. Walking into the bathroom, he could have sworn his package was a little bigger. Staring into the mirror he noticed that he was a little larger than before. His arms had a bit more mass to them, his flat chest protruded just a bit, hinting at future pecs. He walked over and weighed himself: 139lbs. He?d gained 4lbs overnight, and judging by the flatness of his stomach, it hadn?t been fat.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]The Muscle Milk. That had to be it! Derek realized. He wondered if maybe he?d gotten faster too. He went out on a morning jog like he did every day. He?d measured out a 1600 meter course a few weeks ago for training and he ran over to where he?d measured the start. From there, he began his run. Nothing really felt different. He was running hard, and it hurt. But when he finished and noticed his time was 0.221 seconds faster, he realized something major was up. 0.221 seconds wasn?t a lot normally. But it was a hell of a change from one day to the next![/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Derek returned home and dug out the bottle. If only a tablespoon had done this much, he wondered how much some more would do.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Smiling, Derek tilted the bottle to his lips and drank a mouthful of the creamy milkshake.[/COLOR]




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[COLOR=white]Well theres the first chapter of this one. Im definatly gonna continue with this, although not indefinatly. Ive already got the plot formulated from start to end.[/COLOR]

I hope you'll forgive me that this one is a bit shorter than usual. Listening to Coldplay (who ive recently developed an obsession with) while writing is an excellent distraction, especially when you're watching youtube videos of them performing their new songs live.

Im babbling. Hope you enjoyed. MUCHO FEEDBACK POR FAVOR!

[Maverick0095875]

grow baby grow!

[manlion]

Very nice. Please continue!

[Ogrebear]

Interesting start.

Are we heading for another muscle monster/Olympian god or will our 'hero' only gain enough mass and speed to beat his rival? Should be an interesting ride.

[chocomus]

very nice speaker. i like it. Please go on
Mucho feedback para ti!

[ottm]

GREAT START!! Looking forward to Derek leaving the French freshman in the dust.

[rextorres]

Originally Posted by ottm

GREAT START!! Looking forward to Derek leaving the French freshman in the dust.

I totally agree!!! I was hooked on this story from the very first sentence. It has a great plot and it was very well written. There is an urgent reason to muscle up and become faster, and the muscle milk is there to achieve that goal. I can't wait to see what happens next!

[Jaypat]

I definately want to know what happens next. Will he gain too much muscle for track? And if he does, will he care?

[tagsnola]

... how this plays out.

[soccerstud88]

Nice Opening Bro! Can't Wait to see what happens with this story

[The Magus]

Very good start. You have a very easy-to-read style, and I have a hunch that I might like the themes of where this story is going. Thanks!

[TeknoDave]

Very good start indeed -- the interaction in the store was pretty sweet too. Keep it up, and don't do what I have done and leave people hanging too long! LOL

[ARCHEON]

Looking forward to Chapter two.

[Faust2001]

Very nice first chapter. Can't wait to find out what else happens! Thanks for starting this.

[Ultra GMan]

Really enjoying this!

Although one small quibble, as a long-time runner -- two-tenths of one second different for 1600m? Unless you've got an Olympic timing device up, that's just the difference in pressing the start/stop button... and more importantly, being .2 seconds faster after running what is for all intents and purposes one mile is no big deal at all.

Now, were he to suddenly drop 30 seconds? That would be noticeable.

[J.A.M.86]

Im likin where this is goin...keep it up

[Speaker]

Originally Posted by Ultra GMan

Really enjoying this!

Although one small quibble, as a long-time runner -- two-tenths of one second different for 1600m? Unless you've got an Olympic timing device up, that's just the difference in pressing the start/stop button... and more importantly, being .2 seconds faster after running what is for all intents and purposes one mile is no big deal at all.

Now, were he to suddenly drop 30 seconds? That would be noticeable.

Shhhhhh! =)

I was never much of a runner myself. Rowed in high school. I didnt want his first change to be too much of a change. Maybe if i said that this new time was his personal best that would have helped it? Start it small i figured. Guess it was a bit too small hm?

[jenio]

I lol'd today when I saw this.

[Speaker]

Oh dear. I hope i dont get sued for copyright violations.

But hey! Maybe you should try some. You never know eh?

Actually you probably shouldnt. Its probably a waste of cash.

[Maverick0095875]

Originally Posted by Speaker

Oh dear. I hope i dont get sued for copyright violations.

But hey! Maybe you should try some. You never know eh?

Actually you probably shouldnt. Its probably a waste of cash.

i wont say unthing unless another chapter dont cum soon lol

[Speaker]

Originally Posted by Maverick0095875

i wont say unthing unless another chapter dont cum soon lol

BLACKMAIL!

The next chapter will come when it comes. Ive already repeatedly said im overly busy. Get used to my erratic writing schedule.

Besides, i cant write well unless im in the right mood. You dont want my installments to suck do you? (Reason #2 why i write so infrequently)

[Maverick0095875]

Originally Posted by Speaker

BLACKMAIL!

The next chapter will come when it comes. Ive already repeatedly said im overly busy. Get used to my erratic writing schedule.

Besides, i cant write well unless im in the right mood. You dont want my installments to suck do you? (Reason #2 why i write so infrequently)

lol speaker ur a trip all ur sotries are awesum anywyas lol

[onemusclefreak]

Great start. Luvin this story so far!