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El Sol No Da De Beber (A short story in three acts) Act 1 El Sol No Da De Beber (A short story in three acts) Act 1 I discovered I was gay when I was 13, but growing in a highly religious and homophobic family I never felt safe enough to come out to anyone, not even my closest friends. Thinking about it, I didn?t have any close friends back then. I was just too scared that someone would discover my secret that I never opened up to anyone. High School was not the hell it could have become. I was never bullied, and I even dated some girls, had some friends, and went to some parties, but nothing serious. Even surrounded by hundreds of people, I couldn?t help but feeling alone. Everything changed when I went to college. For once I was away from home, in another state, studying nutrition at a great university. I felt confident of myself for the first time, and even though I decided that I should stay in the closet until I had my first job, I decided to open up a little more. Who would say I would gain so many new friends in such a little time? I met many new real friends in the first weeks. It was weird because we all felt closer to each other than to our families back home, so within the first ten days of school I had a whole bunch of friends that made me feel like I?ve never felt before. Finally I felt the loneliness fade away. From all those new friends I still recall my first encounter with the first of them: Gerardo. First of all I think I?ve got to tell you I?m attracted to muscles. Yup, huge muscled men, and although Gerardo was not huge, he was pretty damn close. ?Hi? he said that time in Math, the only class we shared ?Did you lived in San Francisco when you where a child? It?s just that you look a lot like an old childhood friend.? ?Not really? I said turning around. I would have never been prepared to see this man who was talking to me. He was at least 6? tall and he was muscled like an offseason bodybuilder, that combination of muscle and bulk that made someone look hugely muscular. He had those big arms that were bigger than my own legs, and huge meaty pecs that were tight against his shirt. I could swear I could even see his abs through it. ?Oh well?? he said looking a little disappointed ?I?m Gerardo by the way? he said as we shook hands. ?I?m Alberto? It?s weird how a friendship can start with something as simple as a handshake or a conversation because by the end of that day Gerardo and I were best friends. I was way too shy to ask him about his muscle, asking him how huge he was and everything, so when he started telling me all about how he started working out at 15 it was surprising to me. First, because he was talking me about how he got so big, and second, because in 3 years he had achieved so much. The reason Gerardo looked like an offseason bodybuilder was, that he was an offseason bodybuilder indeed. He told me all about how he participated in a local competition during the summer, but he had gained a lot of weight since then, mostly because after the competition diet he felt an urge to eat everything around. Whenever Gerardo was around I felt attracted to his massive body. He was just really hot, and when he asked me if I wanted to go to the gym with him, it was like a dream come true. ?I?ll train you? he said to me ?It will be fun to think your body will be mine.? Yup, those were the exactly words he told me, and the very thought sent shivers through my spine. I knew he meant something totally different to what I really wanted that to mean, but just knowing he said that was enough for me. Gerardo was almost everything I dreamed about: he was tall, muscular, hot, smart and didn?t acted like a jock, actually he was kind of geeky sometimes, something that only made him somehow hotter. The only problem was that Gerardo was straight. Being friends with Gerardo was both the best and the worst thing of all. Having him so close to me, watching him lifting on the gym, watching his growing muscles as he pushed himself harder everyday was fantastic? but having him so close and yet not being able to actually ?have? him at all was horrible. I must admit most of the time I wanted to rip Gerardo?s clothes and worship his god-like musculature, but I knew I had to control myself. The sexual tension I generated was enough to make me go mad. College changed my life in many ways. I find myself finally with many friends that no longer made me feel alone. Finally I felt I could be myself, and that was the reason I finally felt it was safe to come out of the closet. Life was wonderful after all? things can?t go wrong when life is as perfect as it is right now? __________________ Vendr? un tiempo en el que no sabremos que nombre dar a lo que nos une. Su nombre se ir? borrando lentamente de nuestra memoria. Y luego, desaparecer? por completo. A time will come. When we'll no longer know how to call the thing that bind us. By slow degrees the word will fade from our memory. Then, it will dissapear altogether. El Cielo Dividido Broken Sky http://www.elcielodividido.com/ |
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Hello everyone and welcome back to one of my stories. I'm not going to stop working on Salvation to writte this, mostly because this one is a short story I've been wanting to write for some time. I hope you like it This story is inspired in a friend I met the first day I got into college. Those are not my actual experiences, but maybe somewhere in a parallel universe this actually happened. Anyway I leave you to read this act. This story must be over by friday. If no one has guessed why the tittle of the story by then, I will explain it on the last act. Thanks for you attention. As always critics or any feedback is encouraged and appreciated. __________________ Vendr? un tiempo en el que no sabremos que nombre dar a lo que nos une. Su nombre se ir? borrando lentamente de nuestra memoria. Y luego, desaparecer? por completo. A time will come. When we'll no longer know how to call the thing that bind us. By slow degrees the word will fade from our memory. Then, it will dissapear altogether. El Cielo Dividido Broken Sky http://www.elcielodividido.com/ |
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Very good start! I look forward to reading the rest! All the best & xoxo... Richard |
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Great job! I love stories based on real experiences. And more: You write very well! Congratulations! |
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very interesting story. I wonder how this is going to continue. __________________ The Internet is for PORN! -Trekkie- http://chocomus.deviantart.com/ http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/chocomus/ |
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