Muscle Cousin 2--The Arrival

[banania7]

I heard the doorbell ring the next morning. I was up in my room, absurdly excited about his arrival. Yet I didn't move towards the door, suspended as if by some invisible force. I had called Troy late last night to tell him about Tony; at first, he'd listened intently, but then he'd become silent, cutting the conversation off and ending the call abruptly. I felt mildly concerned, but this was soon supplanted by a sense of anticipation that had ruined my sleep. I heard the door open and the low murmur of my parent's voices undoubtably welcoming him to their home. Giddily, I hugged my pillow to my chest and waited.

'Brent, get DOWN here! my father shouted. Come and meet your cousin, you rude little bastard!' I bounded out the door in my stockinged feet, stopping shyly at the top of the stairs. From my vantage point I could see Tony's dark black hair, slightly long and unkempt. He was wearing a jean-jacket and jeans of the same colour, and a pair of dirty white running shoes. Though I couldn't see his face, I could sense that his expression was sullen and detached, barely nodding in answer to my parent's barrage of questions. Suddenly he looked upward, catching me staring at him. I almost jumped back to hide, but our eyes met briefly, his cold and hard, his mouth curled into a suspicious sneer. I felt a warm flush throughout my body. My Dad followed his gaze, rolling his eyes sarcastically.

'WHAT the FUCK are you doing up there? Get down here and grab Tony's bag. Show some manners for chrissakes!' Embarrassed, I made my way down the stairs towards them, standing next to my mom who was looking at my dad disapprovingly.

Queen of the obvious, she looked at Tony, saying, 'Tony, this is your cousin, Brent.' Tony looked at me then, again fixing me with his steely stare. Impulsively, I darted a hand outward, willing it not to shake like my insides.

'Hi Tony, nice to meet ya. I can't wait for us to be best friends.'[Oh, my God, had I really just said that?!]' Tony looked at my hand for a too-long moment. Without shaking it, he looked me up and down. Stepping towards me, he punched me lightly on the shoulder.

'Hey, dude, what's up?'

Though I don't think he intended to hurt me, I winced at the stinging pain. My dad guffawed at my discomfort. 'You better be careful with this one Tony. He's not exactly the rough-housing type. Sometimes I think he must be made out of rice paper.'

Tony smiled at my dad without merriment. 'Sorry 'bout that dude.'

'That's OK, I recovered, cheerfully. Why don't I show you up to my... I mean...our room.' I grabbed his bag, attempting to lift it. It wouldn't budge. What did he have in there, an anvil?

'That's alright cuz, I got it.' He swung it easily over his shoulder. 'I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.' I looked to see if he was mocking me, but his features were set in a benign expression. I turned on my heels, proceeding him up the stairs.

'Well, this is the room', I stated, asininely. 'That mattress there will be yours. And that's my bed beside it. Sorry about the mess, I collect a lot of stuff. Maybe I can show you some of my collections, well, once you've had a chance to rest. I can't wait to hang out and learn everything about you and your life back home. Sometimes, it's a bit lonely here, I mean, not that I don't have friends of course, but you know you can always use one more, don't you think. I mean the world is full of people that don't know each other, and we are related and stuff, so that's really cool.....'

I noticed that Tony wasn't listening to me, he was surveying the room dispassionately, eyes barely alighting on anything. For some strange reason, I felt my self-esteem withering under his gaze. Dropping his bag with a thud, he finally said, 'Yeah, that's probably not gonna work so well. You see, I think I'm gonna need the bed. That mattress looks like it's for a little kid, and well, I think it's pretty obvious that I'm a man.' As if to emphasize this, he started to slowly peel off his jacket. What was hiding underneath was truly a sight to behold. With his jacket on, Tony looked like an average teenager; without it, he was a 5'8'' granite-carved statue of lean muscle. He was wearing a tattered wife-beater which clung seductively to his defined musculature. Looking at me constantly, he stretched slowly, arms overhead, his biceps bunching, his shoulders sinewy with muscle. Tony's muscles weren't big, but they were hard: they looked like they were born to fight and conquer, to bend his enemies to their will. Tony was clearly tough, street-tough, and I shuddered slightly as he started flexing his arms, shadow boxing a bit before shaking them out. He was sweating slightly, rings of moisture dampening his undershirt. Gritting his teeth at me, he pulled the fabric up in front, exposing a rock-hard midsection. He pounded himself a few times, the blows landing with a solid pop!

'Hey DUDE, wake up! You look about ready to pass out.' I realized then that I was staring ridiculously, holding my breath. Tony had a superior smirk on his face.

'Oh yeah, I guess the mattress will be fine,' I finally croaked.

'Sweet!' Tony said, launching himself onto my bed. He looked quite absurd, stretched out on top of my Harry Potter bedding.

'Nice room you got here,' he said distractedly, shucking off his pants. 'You don't mind if I get a bit more comfortable, do you?'

I had turned away from him to put sheets on my mattress. 'No, of course, not , I want you to....' Suddenly I stopped as I turned towards him. Tony had his hand on his ample crotch, kneading it slowly. His generic briefs were tenting obscenely, exposing the outline of what looked like a monster cock. Tony's eyes were locked on mine again, his breathing growing heavier.

'Hey, dude, I hope you don't mind, it was a long trip over here and I'm all BONED up. Oh, I guess you can see that!' Without waiting for a response, he pulled out his throbbing cock, manipulating it roughly, his muscles flexing and hardening with each stroke. I watched mesmerized, licking my lips absently as he worked himself harder, bearing down with his hips, sweat dripping down his perfect torso. 'YEAH MAN, I'm gonna BLOW, FUCK, ARE YOU READY FOR IT?!' And then he did, growling as cum shot out of him, flying across the room, rope after rope of it splattering against the opposite wall. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, unaware that some of it had hit me squarely on the chest! He continued milking himself, seemingly forever. Finally, he stopped, shaking his huge penis off, before pulling his underwear back on.

He opened his eyes then, looking at me, my face reddening. He fixated on his own spunk. 'Whoa, sorry dude, guess I made a bit of a mess. You should probably clean that up.'

I looked at him, unable to answer. Tony propped himself up on his elbows, his demeanor darkening, eyes intense. 'Let's get something clear, little cousin. When I talk to you, you better damn well answer me. I'm running things around here now. You see, I didn't want to come here, but I'm here now, and I'm gonna make the best of it, and you're gonna help me. Your dad probably didn't tell you this, but I got into a big fight with my dad just before he sent me here. He tried to bully me like he always does, but this time I stood up to him, and you know what---he ended up with a broken nose and two black eyes. GOD THAT FELT GREAT!! So like I said you better do I say. You seem like a nice enough kid, a little wimpy, but you can't help that. But I don't want to be your best friend, I don't care about your stupid collections and this ain't some grade school sleepover. The sooner I get out of here,the better. Now, you better get to cleaning this place up, and why don't you unpack my bag while you're at it---DO WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER?!'

I nodded, shaken by his change in tone and attitude. I moved over to his bag, unzipping it slowly. He watched me a second, then he turned over, yawning loudly before drifting off to sleep. I started to pull his things out, arranging them carefully, feeling lonelier than I had in ages.

At dinner, Tony seemed thoroughly refreshed. He talked animatedly, telling stories from his neighborhood, trying not to use too much profanity. He was surprisingly sweet to my little sister, joking with her playfully. I felt jealous of all the attention he was paying her, and I had little appetite. Me, he ignored, content to stuff his face with helping after helping of dinner. I excused myself early, retreating to the den to watch tv. I grumbled to myself bitterly as I listened to the waves of laughter coming from the dining room, my dad's raucous tones spiralling loudest above the rest of them. I guess he finally had someone he could really be proud of.

I went upstairs to bed around midnight, and Tony was snoozing lazily on the bed. Approaching him warily, I touched his shoulder lightly, surprised at how warm he was to the touch. He awoke with a start, fists clenched and eyes darting around wildly. I jumped back in reflex.

'DON'T DO THAT! he shouted.

'I'm sorry, Tony, I just wanted to ask you something. Is that OK?'

He yawned lazily, stretching his muscles. 'Yeah, sure, shoot!'

'Well, I noticed when I unpacked your bag that you had a lot of hand weights in there. I guess you brought them here from home?'

'That's right, cuz. It's how I keep in shape. I use them every day to sharpen my muscles.' He bounced his pecs lightly.


'Well, I just thought you might want to know that my dad has a fully-equipped weight room downstairs. I never really use it myself, it's mostly just him and Stuart, the neighbour kid. He's got every piece of equipment you can imagine, and tons of poundage. I'm sure he wouldn't mind you using it.'

Tony looked at me, eyes glistening with excitement. 'Wow, you think so? My family never could afford a gym membership or anything, so I 've always been stuck with these stupid hand weights. Can we go check it out right now?'

It was late, but I didn't want to disappoint him, so I led him down to the basement. I turned on the light, smiling as I saw his eyes widen at the sight of all that gleaming equipment. He ran from piece to piece, trying everything, testing his strength. The bars were still loaded from my dad's workout earlier in the day. 'I could put on some serious size down here. I'm gonna start right now, and I want you to watch, but first I gotta take a piss.'

I pointed him to the washroom, as I plunked myself down on the bench to wait. Finally, I felt like I'd done something right. In short order, I heard the pounding of heavy footsteps approaching. Oh, no, it was my dad, wearing his ratty pajama bottoms, his soft, heavy belly spilling over the waistband. I could smell the alcohol from across the room.

'WHAT THE HELL are you doing down here, you LITTLE PUSSY? You were never interested in this place, you don't deserve to be down here, this is a place for REAL MEN. Go back and play with your dolls, little girl.' He stumbled towards me.

'Oh, no dad, it's not what you think... it's just that with Tony here, I thought it would be nice if....Before I could finish he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me towards him roughly.

'You THINK, you THOUGHT....that's all you ever do is think---that's your problem, all your god-damn thinking, why don't you ACT for once, ACT LIKE A MAN for starters---or better yet be one like Tony....' With that he pushed me backwards, down onto the bench, my head grazing the metal bar painfully. 'Do you know, he continued, that sometimes I can't stand the sight of you? I mean how did I producE this, this------WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE YOU?! He spat out.

I just looked at him, wishing him away like always, touching the blood on my head gingerly. He turned the light off then, moving towards the doorway. Just then, I felt a presence behind me. I turned, trying to focus, and Tony was there, eyes shining, dark and hard with a look that made my blood run cold. I realized though, that he wasn't looking at ME, he was looking straight at my FATHER. But he was obscured by the darkness, and my father didn't see him as he mumbled drunkenly, shuffling out the door to stumble back upstairs.

Tony came out from the shadows, standing in front of me, every muscle tensed. He looked at me, his chest heaving, trying to slow his breath. All of sudden I felt scared, and my head was throbbing painfully.

Quietly, he said, 'does it hurt much?' I nodded no. 'So that's how your dad speaks to you. Well, that wasn't right----not one little bit. My dad used to talk to me that way, I guess it runs in the family. THAT'S WHY I HAD TO BEAT HIM UP!' he roared. Then Tony walked slowly over to the leg press machine. My dad had it loaded with 600 pounds, he prided himself on how he rebuilt his leg strength after his knee injury. Tony approached the loaded bar, bending down slightly from the front. He grunted slightly, and I couldn't believe what he did next. He gripped it with his fists, attempted to lift it using his arms instead of his legs. Snorting and grunting again, more loudly, he lifted it slightly, perhaps half-an-inch. That seemed to make him angry, so he tried again, this time exerting more power, wrenching it free from the machine, somehow managing to hold it up. Then taking a few more deep breaths, he started curling it, powering it upwards slowly, all the way up to his chest------sweat glistening off of his rock-hard biceps. 'YEAH!, he growled, reaching the top, curling it a second time for good measure, 600 pounds of power coursing through his arms!

'THAT FELT GOOD!', he growled, as my mouth hung open in disbelief. He strutted cockily towards the door, stopping in the entrance. 'Maybe somebody needs to teach your dad a lesson. He smiled radiantly at me. 'You coming?'

Suddenly my head didn't hurt quite so much. I scurried after him, rushing to keep up.

[chocomus]

Nice, this chapter is very intense. i was nearly especting for Tony to force Brent to workout so that HE teaches his own father a lesson. Being beaten from the one that that bastard had abused his entire life would be the most humiliating thing. But also Tony growingn and beat his uncle for Brent will be cool too

[HarpyCl0wn]

Like where this story is going. Keep it up.

[tagsnola]

... kind of like prison. I guess we have a punk and protector situation goin' on here. The coming confrontation ought to be interesting.

[philat99]

Hope that Tony takes Brent under his wings and trains him to be big and strong and able to stand up to his own dad. Maybe Brent will have to put the big guy down a peg before all that can happen, though. Looking forward to future chapters.
Mike

[zilcher]

I Like Where This Is Going.

I Know Tony Will Let The Dad Have It, But I Really Want To Hear About Tony's Muscle Growth. I Want Him To Become Dam Huge And Perform Feats Of Strength For The Kid.

[onemusclefreak]

Oh yeah!!

Can't wait for more!