Blue Dust

[Clarence591]

This is the male version of a female MGS I wrote two months ago. I thought it would be easy to do, but I ended up basically rewriting the whole thing. I hope you enjoy.



[COLOR=silver]Blue Dust[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Did the device make it through the wormhole safely?? the government official asked behind his impressive desk.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?We are still waiting for the transmission to reach our delta outpost, sir? his assistant answered nervously.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]The official stopped signing the stack of papers in front of him to look up at the younger member of his staff. He had an annoyed expression on his face. ?How much longer?? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Should be any minute, sir?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Just then another staff member entered the room. ?We got a signal. It?s still intact. In a few more minutes we should know if the content is still viable.? The official stood up and walked out of his office. His two subordinates followed behind. After going four floors down and walking a long corridor in complete silence, they reached their destination. The communication room was noisy with tens of technicians hunched over their work stations typing furiously as they responded to their monitor?s information.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]The official walked up to a large desk on a platform in the back of the room. ?Is the compound viable?? he asked the scientist at the center of the desk.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Sir, wormhole generation isn?t fully under our control yet. There are many variables when we use the technology including where the end point will open. You wanted the device?s approach to go undetected so we aimed for an area behind their sun.? The official nodded his head in agreement. ?Well it looks like it opened closer to the sun than we anticipated. In addition solar flare activity was greater than usual as the device emerged.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?What are you saying?? The official said in a concerned tone.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?We are just making sure the readings are accurate.? The scientist?s attention was drawn to his monitor. After a few key strokes and a brief conversation with his peers; he spoke to the official again. ?It appears the content?s are still viable.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?So I can inform the Chancellor we were successful?? The official inquired. The scientist shook his head yes hesitantly. ?Are you sure? We?re talking about war, doctor. This is not time for uncertainty.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]The scientist ran his hand over his smooth head. ?I know, I know.? He looked at his colleagues who shook their heads affirmatively. ?Yes, all the data indicates it will work as planned. We did the best we could on the data we had. All the computer simulations say yes.? He stood up and looked around the room of his peers, the best minds of the known universe. ?You can tell the Chancellor to move forward.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]The official picked up the phone from the desk, put in a code. ?Chancellor, it?s a go. Yes sir, may God watch over us all.?[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=silver]David shuffled from his small living room to the smaller kitchen with his eyes partially closed. He stretched his toned arms above his head and yawned. He wore a pair of boxers and an old boyfriend?s XL t-shirt as pajamas. The well worn shirt hung loosely on his smallish frame. He opened the refrigerator and gulped down some milk directly from the carton. He wiped his mouth and scratched his balls as he went to the kitchen window to check the weather. It looked like the beginning of another triple H summer day. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]After changing into his running gear, he crossed the street to a small city park. The park was connected to a jogging trail which followed some abandoned railroad tracks. After finishing his 5 mile circuit he was back at the park. He used a bench to stretch out his lithe body. The humid air made it difficult for him to cool down. Feeling more tired than usual he sat on the bench to catch his breath. His attention was drawn to a group of teenagers playing a pick-up game a few yards away. The four fit young men were shirtless, attempting to impress the small group of girls that had gathered around a nearby picnic table. The athletes and fans pretended not to notice each other; exchanging only quick glances. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]David continued to watch the athletes. At 20, he was just a few years older than they were. The longer the game went on, the more the boys sweated. Their pumped-up, well muscled bodies shone in the bright summer sun. David casually adjusted his expanding cock which got caught on the lining of his running shorts. The heat and the female onlookers encouraged the boys to quicken the pace and intensity of the game. David couldn?t keep his eyes off the jocks showing their athletic prowess. Like usual, he was drawn to the biggest in the bunch. The beefy teenager moved with the power and grace of a gifted athlete. His thick quads propelled him two feet off the ground to dunk the ball. After scoring he would hang off the rim and pull up his long legs making his washboard abs pop. You could tell by the way the other players moved around him, that they were intimidated. David adjusted himself again as his large endowment demanded more room. David was short in stature at only 5? 5? but he had a proportionally large endowment. When hard, he was packing a full 7? of thick meat. His body was lean and athletic; the remnants from his gymnastics days. A rotator cuff injury prevented him from pursuing the sport that once consumed his time. Despite his shortness, he still garnered more than his fair share of attention. His stunning surfer boy looks and tight body made him an eight or nine in most people?s rankings. He hadn?t done anything besides run for over a year now. He was capable of putting on more muscle mass easily. But he didn?t want to be that clich?; the guy with the Napoleon complex. The gym rat who bulks up to compensate for his lack of height. To him it was a waste of time. He would still be inferior to the jocks who towered over him. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]David leaned forward to better hide his hard-on. He moved his focus from the biggest player to the smallest hoping that would help him relax. David thought the small kid could be younger than the others; but more likely he was just the runt. David instantly identified with him. He was always the smallest boy in his class and the comic relief for his larger friends.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]The littlest player had to work much harder to cover as much of the court as the taller boys. He always passed the ball to his team mate to make the point. He knew he wouldn?t be able to get a clear shot with his larger friend blocking him. He had a hard enough time just keeping the ball in his possession. When the other team had the ball, the little guy tried to cover his man. His shorter stride and reach made it difficult. Usually the other player had no problem moving past him; sometimes powering right through him. The short kid got up quickly after being knocked down. But after one particularly forceful foul, it took him a little longer to get up. David watched as the other boys looked down at him. They told him to stop being a wus and get up. David?s mind flashed to all the times in was in the same situation. He whispered to himself, ?Get up, get up?. The runt got to his feet and returned to the game. Blood ran from a wound on his elbow and it was obvious he was in pain. Melancholy took over David. He stood up and with a quick jerk to reposition his soft cock, walked back to his apartment to get ready for the day ahead.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]David entered the union hall and thought he had traveled back in time. The lobby walls were covered in wood laminated paneling with a linoleum tiled floor. Suspended florescent lights hung from the ceiling in a geometric pattern. There was a television in one corner that no one seemed to be watching. Its sound filled the room. A few small groups of burly men wearing drab work clothes talked amongst themselves struggling to hear over the TV?s volume. David felt suddenly out of place in this den of middle-aged men. He thought about retreating but stopped when he saw a familiar face approaching from across the room.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?David, is that you?? a barrel-chested man asked holding out his right hand.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Uncle Bob?? David asked as he copied the gesture.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Good to see you son. You haven?t changed since I saw you last. What were you about 14 or 15 then? Still a little guy I see. You must get that from your father?s side.? The man said in a loud, but cheerful voice. ?Of course you get your good looks from our side.? The two shook hands. David?s disappeared in his Uncle?s huge paw. His fingers were rough and his nails had traces of dirt underneath. David?s whole body shook from the force of the man?s thick arm. Everything about the man was thick. He wasn?t fat, just large. His head was shaven clean, but it suited him. David looked at his rugged face and saw traces of his mother. They had the same eye shape and smile. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]The older man moved to his nephew?s side and put his arm around him. Bob squeezed David?s solid shoulder. ?I bet you?re a scrappy little guy.? He teased as he shook his nephew again. David forced a smile despite his hatred for the word scrappy. He only came up to his uncle?s nose and was half as wide. David felt like he was a little kid again. ?So your mother tells me you want to work construction. It?s tough work. Do you think you will be able to put in 40 or 50 hours of back breaking labor each week?? Bob spoke as they entered his small office. He sat on the edge of his desk.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]David shook his head and said ?absolutely?. He squared his shoulders and straightened is spine to look larger. With his uncle sitting, he had a slight advantage. It gave David more confidence.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?As long as you understand the work is hard, especially in this heat. You?ll have to push yourself to keep up with the other men. A construction crew can really bust your balls. If someone isn?t doing his fair share, they?ll make his life miserable. I?ve seen bigger men than you break from the harassment.? Uncle Bob spoke with real concern. ?So, I?ll ask you again. Do you think you?ll be able to do the job??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I don?t expect it to be easy, Uncle Bob. I?m a hard worker, I won?t disappoint you.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Bob smiled and reached for a piece of paper behind him. ?I?m sure you won?t, David. There?s a job site on Mercy Drive, near Colonial. Report there tomorrow morning at 6:30. Ask for Hank Peterson, he?s the foreman. He?ll get you started.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Thanks, Uncle Bob. I really appreciate this.? David said holding out his hand. Bob stood up making David feel small again. The two shook hands.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Glad to help out my favorite nephew.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I?m your only nephew.? David said with a smile. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Bob countered with his own smile and rubbed the top of the boy?s head messing up his hair. ?Now get out of here. I?ve got work to do. You be good.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]David waved goodbye and entered the lobby. The booming sound of the television grabbed his attention. He turned to watch the faded screen as he made his way toward the exit. This just in to SNS, the president will be holding a special news conference this afternoon concerning an important global issue. Stay tuned to the Satellite News Service for more details when they become available. [/COLOR]

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[COLOR=silver]Eric was in the gym working his arms at the preacher station. As usual several people were watching his every move. Eric wasn?t just a man of imposing size and strength; he was a living work of art. In his athletic prime at the age of 22, he stood 6? 3? and weighed in at 240 pounds of ripped muscle. He had the genetics that every bodybuilder wanted; perfect symmetry with a wasp waist, small joints, long full muscles bellies and naturally low body fat. Every man wanted what he had between his legs; a set of bull balls and a ten inch rod. His genetic gifts weren?t confined to below the neck. His chiseled face was topped with a thick mane of wavy, light brown hair. The slightest sun exposure made highlights appear in his hair and changed his smooth skin to a golden caramel color. His large, almond-shaped, baby blue eyes made people lose their train of thought while in conversation. He was truly, as often described, perfect. He had won several teenage bodybuilding titles; but was lured from the legit sport to the more financially beneficial muscle worship industry. Instantly he was a favorite of gay websites. His own subscription site earned him enough money so did not have to work a real job. His videos were international best sellers and private sessions were priced at $350 per hour. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric finished his grueling set and stood up. His racer back tank was soaked with sweat. He looked into the mirror and flexed his arms to see how they responded to the punishment. His renowned split peaks rose like the Himalayas at his command. He twisted his torso to see his guns from all angles. He studied the massive muscles as he alternately straightened and flexed his powerful arms. With each flex he forced more blood into the muscle to make it grow larger. His paper thin skin became tighter revealing more of the thick veins which entwined his mountainous limbs. Eric was so into his pump he didn?t realize almost the entire gym was watching him. Seeing the slack jawed onlookers in the mirror, Eric lowered his arms. Feeling slightly embarrassed he softly spoke to his training partner. ?I?ve had enough today, Shane. I need some creatine. Can I buy you something at the juice bar?? Shade shook his head no. Eric raised his hand. ?Okay, then. Tell Troy I said hello.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Shane, the solidly built college student, gave Eric a soul shake. ?Okay, dude. See ya around.? He watched Eric walk away. He couldn?t keep his eyes off the stud?s solid ass packed tightly in a pair of damp cotton shorts. He had fought his body?s natural response to being near someone so beautiful for over an hour. He couldn?t deny it any longer, he had to release the churning juices backed up in his balls. He wiped his mouth and headed to the showers to jerk off.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Before Eric could make it to the juice bar, another man around his age stepped in his path. The kid had droopy eyes and a large nose. He stood 5? 4? and weighed about a buck ten. He wore a wide weightlifting belt around his slim waist and a set of fingerless gloves. His complexion was a strange orange tint from cheap sunless tanners. He wore tight spandex shorts and a cup to create a large bulge. He had taped the back straps of his string tank top together to make his shoulders look wider. His exposed body was well toned and ripped to shreds. He was a regular in the gym working out several days a week. Despite all his efforts he was unable to put on the mass most men could. He had a rectangular shape to his body with no discernible difference in the width of his shoulders and hips. He looked like he might take flight on a windy day. ?My man, how?s it hangin??? He held up his hand to do a soul shake. His forced coolness only highlighted his geekiness.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Hey, Stanley. How are you?? Eric replied with a slight nod. He looked longingly at the bar just a few yards away.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Great. Saw you were working your bis too.? Stanley answered straightening his arms to flex his triceps. His whole body shook from the effort. His upper arms were slimmer than Eric?s forearms.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric fought to keep a straight face. ?Wow, you?re looking good. You put some size since the last time I saw you, Stan??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yeah? Stanley beamed. He was thrilled his idol noticed. ?I?ve added another quarter of an inch in only 5 months. My peaks measure a full ten and a half inches when fully pumped.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?That?s great. You?re making real progress.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Thanks, Eric. I appreciate that tip you gave me last month. Those hammer curls are really helping me pack on the size. Do you have any other advice for me??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I?m not a trainer, Stanley. You should talk to one of them.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yeah, but look at you. You?re in better shape than any of those posers. It?s obvious you know what you?re doing.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]He looked at the terribly thin man. Eric struggled to come up with some advice. ?I, uhm, just don?t know?..? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Don?t encourage him, Eric.? A powerfully built woman walked up from the other side. ?You?re muscles are as puny as your dick, Stanley?. She looked down at the prominent bulge between his legs. ?You ain?t fooling anybody.? She reached down and rapped her knuckles against his hard cup, like she was knocking on a door. ?Just as I thought, hollow.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Stop it Kathy? Stanley protested as he brushed away her hand [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You may want to stuff some socks in there to fill it out since you don?t have the gonads to do it.? Kathy smirked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You?re just jealous because I have them and you don?t. Why can?t you accept the fact you aren?t a man no matter how much muscle you put on? You?re a woman, well sort of.? Stanley retaliated to look tough in front of Eric. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I may be a woman, but I still generate more testosterone than your micro set of balls.? Kathy puffed out her chest and curled her hands into fists to make her arms pulse with power. She moved closer to the Stanley. She is an inch shorter and thirty pounds heavier than the smaller man. Her body is covered in thick, sinewy muscle. Her skin is ruddy with a leathery appearance and covered with acne scars. Her face has a masculine look and her voice sounds strained when she speaks. All signs she has taken steroids. Stanley began to blink quickly as the blood drained from his face. It?s obvious he?s frightened of her. He moves closer to Eric, sliding behind his thick right arm. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Come on, Kathy. Why are you always busting on Stanley?? Eric asked putting his large hands on his narrow hips.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Because he?s so easy.? Kathy quickly pulled back her fist as if she was going to punch Stanley. His whole body flinched. Kathy smirked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Okay, that?s enough. I swear you two act like your brother and sister; adolescent brother and sister.? Eric said in an authoritarian tone.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Kathy immediately looked up at Eric and took a step back. ?Well, he?s the annoying little brother.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I?m getting bigger?, Stanley said defiantly now that Kathy wasn?t looming over him. ?Eric noticed the gains in my arms. Maybe I?ll pump them up to the size of his guns one day. How big are your arms Eric; 15, 16 inches??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I don?t know, maybe? Eric said not wanting to embarrass Stanley.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Kathy didn?t share the same concern. ?Are you crazy? 15 or 16 inches! Shit, my arms are 14 inches.? Kathy went into a double bicep pose. Her arms ballooned in front of Stanley who stared in awe at the mounds of hard muscle. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric rubbed his forehead. He was getting frustrated playing babysitter. Kathy decided to take advantage of the opportunity. She grabbed Eric?s wrist and pushed it back to put his arm in the flexed position. She took her other hand and ran it over his still pumped bicep. ?Fuck, you?ve got to be at least 23 or 24 inches. It?s solid too, like a rock.? Eric instinctively flexed his arm to make it swell to its maximum size and hardness. ?Shit, look at the split. Now that?s a real man?s arm.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric enjoyed the worship session, but saw the defeated look on Stanley?s face. He lowered his arm despite Kathy?s best effort to hold it in place. ?It?s only a little over 22 inches.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?But that?s twice the size of mine?, Stanley said looking at his slender arm. Kathy began to laugh.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric wanted to rationalize the difference to Stanley, ?Well, my arms have always been my best body part.? Stanley got a strange look on his face, so Eric continued. ?You know they grow easily. Sometimes I worry they?ll get too big and throw off my symmetry. Every body has good and bad body parts.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?What?s your bad body part?? Stanley asked scanning Eric?s apparent flawless physique.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric?s hand went to his chest. ?My chest, I wish I could grow it bigger.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Both Stanley and Kathy?s eyes went to Eric?s plump muscle tits. After a few seconds of silence Kathy joked, ?Hell, you?re already a double D cup.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric smiled, ?Yeah, people tell me my pecs are well developed but I want more. I think it started when I was a kid. When I was eight years old, my dad took me to this traveling circus. They had this side show featuring a strong man named Zeus. He looked the part; shaved head, handlebar mustache, leather cuffs and a leopard skin loin cloth. He was the first really muscular man I ever saw. He did these little coin tricks to showcase the size of his muscles. It was supposed to tease you to buy a ticket to see the real show in the tent.? Eric could see Stanley and Kathy were hanging on his every word. ?He asked for a volunteer, who had two quarters, to join him on the small stage. My father handed me the money and lifted me up onto the stage. Zeus asked me to put the coins in the ridges of his stomach. He then crunched his abs and held the coins in place. He then put a coin under each pec. His chest muscles were so thick and heavy; the coin totally disappeared from view. He then took my hands and placed them palm up against the waist band of his loincloth directly below each pec. He then flexed one pec, the coin dropped into my hand. He flexed the other returning the second quarter to me. You could imagine the view I had as a little boy, looking up at his plump pecs. He looked like a giant to me. His body felt so hard and his hands were so big compared to mine. He was the most powerful and beautiful man I had ever seen. I don?t even remember leaving the stage, I was so overwhelmed.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Is that when you turned gay?? Kathy asked. Stanley?s looked shocked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric just smiled. ?Maybe. But don?t tell my father. He?ll never forgive himself.? Eric folded his arms over his chest. ?Anyway, I guess that kind of muscle size is still what I consider a really muscular man. I know I?ll never be able to achieve it because I?m a totally different body type than mighty Zeus. But it?s stuck in my head that I have a small chest. So Stanley, you see every one has issues with the way they look. Don?t compare yourself to anyone else. Just be the best you can be.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Kathy scoffed, she put her hand on Eric?s chest. ?The difference is you?re perception is wrong and his is right. Talking about different body types, here?s a perfect example. You?re a gorgeous muscle hunk and he?s a scrawny nerd.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Knock it off Kathy.? Eric could see Stanley was getting embarrassed. ?I?m like a foot taller than he is, so it makes sense my arms would be bigger.? Stanley looked up with a gleam of hope in his eyes.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yeah, right. You?re not twice his height. And what about me, we?re like the same height and my arms are several inches bigger. He?s just a pathetic weakling. Tell him he?s wasting his time, Eric. He?ll never have the kind of muscle we do; he just doesn?t have the goods.? Kathy moved closer next to Eric and flexed her lats to look larger.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Stanley looked at the two very muscular humans in front of him. Kathy had a big grin on her face and Eric an empathic look. Eric could see the spirit draining from the little guy. ?Hey, I?ve thought of another tip that will speed your muscle gains.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I?ve got to hear this miraculous tip.? Kathy said smugly folding her arms over her surgically enhanced chest.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric reached down and slapped Kathy lightly on the ass. ?Kathy why don?t you go work your glutes? They?re feeling a little soft today.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Kathy ran her hand other Eric?s back side. ?Yours are rock solid as usual.? Eric gave her a look. She took the hint and waddled away, looking back once to stick her tongue out at Stanley.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric put his arm around Stanley?s shoulder. The smaller man?s frame slid into Eric?s exposed arm pit. The heat and scent pouring off of Eric?s body hit Stanley like a wave. Stanley?s knees almost buckled from the weight of Eric?s one arm. Stanley could feel Eric?s bicep pushing up against the back of his head. He had to use all his concentration to focus on Eric?s words. ?Though I know she?s a real pain, Kathy might be right about increasing your testosterone levels. It will help you pack on more mass and speed up your muscle recovery time.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I?ve tried steroids. They really fucked with my body. The little muscle I got wasn?t worth growing tits? I really would look like Kathy if I shot up that stuff again.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You don?t need to inject yourself. We?re men, we generate our own juice.? Eric tapped Stanley lightly on the chest with his other hand. His one hand covered Stanley?s entire narrow chest. A smile took over Stanley?s face. His idol called him a man. ?But sometimes even men need help to give themselves a boost. There are supplements that are supposed to raise T levels. There?s even an herb from Eastern Europe that is suppose to work. The guys from that area of the world are built like bulls. I can?t remember what it?s called, but it something similar to testosterone.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Do you use the stuff?? Stanley asked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?No, I don?t need to.? Eric said quickly before thinking. ?Ehh, not yet anyway. But I might one day. There?s nothing wrong with it. I do try to keep my T levels high naturally though by not drinking alcohol, getting plenty of sleep, keeping my body fat low, lifting and increasing my muscle mass.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?The more muscle you have means your body produces more testosterone?? Stanley asked. Eric shook his head yes. ?But you need it to put on muscle in the first place.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yes, I guess it?s one of those chicken and egg kind of things.? Eric removed his arm from Stanley?s shoulder when they reached the juice bar.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?So a guy who?s naturally muscular like you, has more testosterone in his system so he can build even larger muscles quickly and easily. While a more slender guy like me has to struggle to put on the any muscle at all.? Stanley looked at Eric, who couldn?t think of anything to say except to reluctantly agree. ?That sucks.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Sorry bro.? Eric put his hand on Stanley?s upper arm. ?But look how much you?ve gained already. I know with a little help you can put another inch or two on those guns of yours. Maybe even get bigger than Kathy. I know you?d like that.? A mischievous smile overtook Stanley?s face. Both men laughed. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Stanley put his hand on Eric?s arm. ?Thanks bro.? The smile left his face as he felt the boulder under his skin. He had a long way to go to get to Eric?s size. Both men lowered their arms. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You alright, Stan??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yeah, I?m fine. Thanks for the advice. I?ve got to get going.? Stanley started to walk away, but stopped. He turned to wave goodbye. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric smiled. ?See you later, buddy.? Stanley felt a rush as he looked at Eric?s handsome face. He called him buddy. The small man walked away on cloud nine.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric turned his attention to the bar keeper, ?Jim, give me the super protein shake with skim milk and a shot of that new creatine complex.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Helping the misfortunate; Mother Theresa has nothing on you? a very buff man said to Eric.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric turned his head to see who it was before returning his gaze straight ahead. ?Stanley?s alright. He tries so hard. It?s heartbreaking to know he?ll never achieve the body he so badly wants.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?A body like yours??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I didn?t say that.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?He just wants to pump your ass.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Not everybody is motivated like you, Tet.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Ha! Ha! Been there, tapped that.? Tethon took another sip of his health drink. ?I guess you?ve gotten used to it, but I can see it in his eyes. He looks at you like they all do in this place.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I don?t think I?ll ever get use to the way some of them look at me. It?s a little scary.? Eric answered grabbing the bar and leaning back to stretch out his still throbbing arms. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Don?t tell me the God-like Matt Olympus is frightened by a bunch of mere mortals.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric didn?t stop his stretching, ?Why do you always have to go there??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Because I know how much it bothers you.? The provoker said with a sly smile. It made deep dimples appear on his boyishly cute face. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You were the one who came up with the name.? Eric stopped stretching when his drink appeared in front of him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Don?t remind me. If I knew you would be making millions using it, I would have asked for a cut.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Didn?t you get enough of it in the divorce settlement?? Eric finally looked into Tethon?s large brown eyes over the glass as he gulped down half of his muscle building shake.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Very funny, Eric. Your odd sense of humor is one thing I don?t miss.? The smile left Tethon?s handsome face. ?I never asked you for anything?except for my car. And we both know that was a birthday gift, so it belonged to me anyway.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yeah, yeah. I know.? Eric wiped the drink from around his plump lips. ?Plus you left me remember. I was the injured party. I should get some sort of compensation for the 16 months we were together. You lived in my house for almost a year. So I figure you owe me half the mortgage for that time.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I contributed to the household and you know it. Every time I tired to give you rent money, you refused to take it. We have gone through all of this before. I don?t know why you have to bring that up again.? Tethon said folding his arms over his defined chest and flopping against the back of his stool.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Because I know how much it bothers you?, Eric teased.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Tethon looked up into Eric?s angelic face and once again his heart melted. He said softly, ?You are such an asshole. No wonder I hate you.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric shook his head. He returned to his drink. Tethon watched as Eric drank; the muscles in his thick neck forced the supplement laden liquid to his flat stomach. He lifted his arm high to empty the glass. The wispy hairs of his deeply recessed armpit came into view. Tethon felt his cock pulse. He couldn?t believe he was getting turned on again. It happened every time he was around Eric. Even his armpits were sexy. He had to stop himself from ramming his face in the crevice and licking the hairs dry. Eric finished the quart sized beverage and looked at Tethon. He saw that familiar look in Tethon?s dark eyes. He moved his gaze to Tethon?s crotch and saw a tent forming in his shorts. Eric gave Tethon a disapproving look before walking away.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Tethon followed him into the locker room trying to make it look like he wasn?t following him. He held his t-shirt down in front of his crotch to hide his erection. He put his hand on Eric?s forearm to get him to stop. Eric turned and said in a monotone. ?What?? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Why are you mad at me now?? Tethon asked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Hate, you said you hate me. You have a strange way of showing it?, Eric looked down at Tethon?s croth, ?or do you fuck all your enemies??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Shhh! Lower you voice? Tethon commanded. He leaned closer to the bigger man. ?You know I was only teasing.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Were you, Tet? I?m not a fool. You break up with me, but you still come over to my place whenever you get horny. You don?t want anyone to know when we hook-up. What, are you ashamed of me??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Of course not. Who could be ashamed of being with someone that looks like you?? As soon as the words left his lips, Tethon knew it was the wrong thing to say.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?So you?re just as bad as the people you condemn. You want me because of the way I look. I thought what we had was special? I actually loved you, Tethon. Did you ever really love me, Eric not Matt?? Eric slammed his open hand into his thick chest.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You have to know I believed it was real.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Why do I have to know it? You never gave me a real reason why you left. When did you stop loving me?? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Tethon could see the pain in Eric?s lapis eyes. Tethon looked around and tried to pull Eric to the far corner of the room for more privacy. Eric resisted. Tethon knew even a man his size couldn?t force Eric?s bulk to move against his will. He looked at the stronger man with pleading eyes. Eric?s defiance melted. He could never refuse Tethon anything. He moved his long legs where Tethon guided him. Eric stared at his ex as Tethon choose his words carefully in his head before he spoke. Eric loved Tethon?s exotic look. His strong, masculine features covered in his smooth Native American skin which was the color of the desert sky at dusk. His classic appearance complimented by his long, straight, jet black hair he wore parted down the middle. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?It had nothing to do with anything you intentionally did or said. I had to leave because when I?m around you I get?.lost.? Tethon whispered as he stared at Eric?s massive chest to avoid eye contact.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Lost? What does that mean?? Eric, being slightly taller, lowered his head to force Tethon to look into his eyes. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You don?t know what it?s like to be with you.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Sure I do. I notice the stares and whispers. It?s all just superficial bullshit. It?s doesn?t really mean anything. Sure I take advantage of it, but I know it?s not real. I thought you understood that. One day it will all end and I?ll be just another guy who was good looking when he was young. Matt Olympus will disappear, but I?ll still be here.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?That?s just it. You can try to separate yourself from what you are, but you can?t. No matter how you pretend you are not Matt Olympus; you are still this impossibly perfect looking man. A rose by any other name and all that shit.? Tethon looked at Eric to see if he understood. ?With you I?m invisible; ignored, overlooked. If people do notice me, I can see them questioning why someone like you would be with me.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You are a gorgeous guy, you must know that?? Eric cradled Tethon?s face in his hands.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yeah, I know it. But compared to you, I look ordinary.? Tethon pulled Eric?s hands away. ?I can?t be ordinary, Eric. I need to be the center of attention, the one person in the room that everybody notices. I love being able to manipulate people because of the way I look. It gives me the same feeling of power you get when you lift. I crave, no need that to survive.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?So I?m killing you because some people find me more attractive?? Tethon nodded yes. ?So what do you want me to do; stop working out, get fat, grow a beard??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?No, that would be a crime against nature.? Tethon smirked. ?And even with you doing that, you would still be better looking than most men. You can?t hide your kind of beauty. You?re that man who can roll out of bed and look like you?re ready for a photo shoot. I don?t know if you were chosen by God or just a fluke of genetics; but you are extraordinary. You feel you aren?t worthy of the attention; but you are. You should enjoy every single fucking moment of it. Make the world your all-you-care-to-eat banquet. Take every opportunity that comes your way and have no regrets. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I have only one regret.? Eric said dropping his eyes in defeat.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Tethon ran his fingers through Eric?s thick hair and down his sculpted face. Eric raised his eyes to look at Tethon. Tethon felt his heart melt again. ?You are going to have a remarkable life that most men can only dream of. I envy you more than you will ever know.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric grabbed Tethon?s hand. ?Come with me then. I?ll do whatever you want. We?ll do it together.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I can?t be the sidekick, Eric. I?ll never be happy in your shadow.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?But if we love each other, we can work it out.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You asked me earlier if I loved you for who you are or what you are. I thought I knew, but I?m not sure. Any body that spends time with you falls in love. I need time away to learn the answer.? Tethon gently kissed Eric?s cheek before he started to walk away. ?I?ll miss you.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Does this mean I won?t ever see you again?? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Tethon stopped walking, but he didn?t turn around. ?I want to say yes, but all I can guarantee is I?m going to do my damnest to stay away from you.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Eric stood in place for a few seconds as he watched Tethon walk away. He turned and punched the wall. His hand broke through the drywall. ?Shit? he said as he pulled his undamaged hand from the hole. He thought he better tell someone what he did. He walked out of the locker room toward the front desk. The two women at the desk were watching a television hanging on the wall behind them. Eric?s attention was drawn to the television.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]This just in to SNS. The Satellite News Service anchor appeared on the screen forcing his ear piece deeper into his left ear to better hear. I am being told we have more details on the President?s emergency press conference. NASA has apparently detected a meteor heading toward the Earth. They say it is not large enough to cause major concern. The press conference is scheduled to start any minute now. Again we have been learned NASA has detected a meteor heading toward Earth, but there is no reason for panic. I just got word the president is approaching the podium. We now go live to the White House. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]The image of the President of the United States appears on the screen. My fellow Americans, I am here to share some news that will affect all citizens of the planet Earth. NASA has detected a meteor heading toward our planet. While our planet is impacted almost daily with small meteors that cause no harm, this one is of a larger size. It is roughly about the size of a two story house. As it enters our atmosphere it is suspected to lose almost a third of its mass. While not large enough to cause a major calamity, its impact will be felt. Currently the projected impact area has been calculated as the Sahara Desert in Saudi Arabia. This is good news since it is a remote and non-populated area. The bad news is it?s expected to make contact within the next hour. There were gasped from those watching in the gym and a loud rumble from the gathered press. Please, can we have quiet? I know this is a surprise to everyone, including our scientist. Somehow the meteor was undetected by our normal observation equipment. We do not have enough time for any kind of preemptive strike. But again, there is no reason to panic and every American citizen should continue with their normal activities. While the actual impact will be far from our home, the dust expected to be thrown up into the atmosphere by the event will encircle the entire planet for several days or possibly months. But it will be only dust, so again there is no reason for real concern. However, as a preventive measure the very young, the aged, and those with chronic health concerns may want to stay indoors and shut your windows to keep the dust from entering your homes. I would also like to take this time to offer the support of the American people to our close allies in Saudi Arabia.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Now I would like to introduce, Dr. Stanton, director of NASA?s space defense department. He has some more details he would like to give you. Afterwards both of us will be available to answer any questions. Dr. Stanton??[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=silver]?Randy, Randy? Mark yelled as he spotted his big brother. Even from the back, he knew it had to be him. He wore his usual sleeveless muscle shirt. The tight garment showcased his drastic v-taper and round delts. The older boy stopped walking and slowly turned around. He waited for Mark to reach him. As usual he had a big smile on his face when he caught up to his idol. There was no mistaken the two boys as brothers. They had the same startling combination of dark hair and light hazel eyes. Randy kept his hair short for easy maintenance. His thick mane stood straight up without the need of any product giving him an effortless, yet stylish look. Mark wore his longer and shaggier; the dark hair skimming his pale eyes. Their facial features were similar too. Randy was slightly more rugged looking, while Mark?s smaller nose, better symmetry and fuller lips gave him the boy band appearance that made young girls do a double take. ?Isn?t this great Randy, getting out of school early??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I guess. I?m going to miss my afternoon workout.? The hulking teenager said flexing his torso as he adjusted the straps of his heavy backpack. He knew his younger sibling was in awe of his size. ?I?ll have to double up on my body parts tomorrow.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Mark watched as Randy?s biceps bulged from his effort. ?Your arms are getting huge, Randy. They have to be at least eighteen inches.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Randy puffed out his chest proudly ?As of yesterday. I did it ahead of schedule. My birthday isn?t for another week. I was able to add the inch in only 8 months. That?s faster than any of my other friends.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?How long do you think you can keep the size of your arm and your age the same?? Randy asked excitedly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I hope until I graduate college. Dad?s arm is 18 inches and he hasn?t worked out in years. He said his arms were almost 20 inches when he played in college. I?m bigger than he was at my age. I want to beat him and get to at least 21 inches, hopefully 22. Not many men can get that big, but I think I?ve got the genetics and height to do it.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You think I can get that big too? I mean we have the same parents, so my genetics should be good too.? Randy looked at his younger brother. It was true they had similar body types; athletic and strong. Mark was 13 months his junior, but he was already as tall as Randy. His shoulders were just as broad too; but his waist was 4 inches slimmer. Almost 18, Randy?s growing period would soon end; but Mark?s 16 year old body still had years to reach full maturity. Randy knew Mark would surpass him physically one day. That was one of the reasons he pushed himself so hard in the gym. He didn?t ever want his little brother to be stronger than he was. He relished his role as the dominating big brother. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You will always be an annoying little runt? Randy said with a smile as he pushed Mark in the chest.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I?ll show you who?s a runt.? Mark punched his brother in the solidly built shoulder, like he had a thousand times growing up.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Randy smirked, ?Is that all you got?? He mocked not letting on the sting he felt. Mark pulled back his fist and punched him harder.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Mark shook his hand, ?Shit, I nearly broke my hand. Your shoulder?s like a rock.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Randy forced a smile. He hoped the stronger he became, the less he would feel his brother?s punches; but it was a losing battle. ?You never learn. You can?t hurt me.? Randy faked a punch toward his brother, stopping several inches from Mark?s shoulder. Mark cowered. ?Wus?, Randy teased.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Mark rubbed his hand, ?It?s not fair, you?re so much bigger and stronger than me.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?That?s right. And don?t you ever forget who the big brother is.? Randy went to rub the top of Mark?s head. But his damaged shoulder refused to go to the height. He bit his lip to hide the pain and made an awkward pointing gesture to cover his limited movement. ?Come on runt, let?s head home.? He let Mark walk a few steps ahead so he wouldn?t see him moving his backpack to the unbuttered side. He would have to wear a shirt with sleeves tomorrow to hide the bruise.[/COLOR]