Wow (Epilogue)

[arpeejay]

By Richard Jasper

Part 1: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16270

Part 2: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16523

Part 3: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16526

Part 4: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16530

Summer 2008

"You realize, of course..."

"That July 11 is our 15th anniversary? Yes, of course..."

"Do you..."

"Want to get married? I can't think of a finer way to celebrate..."

"Of course..."

"Well, yes, who knows if the Law will stick. I don't really care."

"It's not like you're getting away from me, even if that stupid Prop 8 passes..."

Which is how Alessandro happened to be kneeling at the foot of a mountain of muscle, trying to keep his hands from shaking and his big fat Italian sausage from bursting out of his pants.

Normally, Giorgio, Alessandro's father, would be measuring Mr. Jim and Mr. Roger but he'd taken Mama back to Italy for a second honeymoon, so the 23 year old hottie was stuck with the job.

Not that I'm minding this one little bit, he thought to himself.

Mr. Jim and Mr. Roger had been visiting Alessandro's dad almost as long as he could remember. To distract himself, he started asking questions:

"When..."

"Did we first visit your dad?" Mr. Jim asked.

"That's easy," Mr. Roger continued. "It was the summer of 1994."

"Right after Roger passed the 300 lb. mark," Jim added.

"And you caught up soon thereafter, as I recall," Roger pointed out.

"Actually, no," Jim allowed. "It was another year before I passed 300 but I figured if you were going to have decent fitting clothes I might as well, too."

Alessandro just shook his head, jotting down the numbers as he measured their chests, arms, shoulders (breadth and circumference), waist, hips (those bubble butts took up some room), quads, and calves.

"Wow!"

Roger and Jim both chuckled.

"Ya know, your dad always says that, too!" they said, simultaneously.

Alessandro sniffed.

"Well, that's because every 6 months you have a new set of measurements that were bigger than the last set!"

Roger quirked an eyebrow.

"Read 'em off to us...?"

Alessandro gulped.

"Oh, lay off 'em, Rog," Jim said. "We don't actually want him to pop right here, do we?"

Fuck, Alessandro thought, they've noticed.

"Oh, I dunno," Roger said, looking the hot handsome stud up and down. "That might be fun."

Alessandro groaned.

"You guys are such teases!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking on the last word. "I'm gonna tell my papa!"

Roger tousled Alessandro's hair with his gorilla hand.

"Oh, now, you don't want to do that, do you?"

Alessandro pulled himself up to his full 6 feet, grabbed the measurements back from Roger, and proceeded to read:

"Mr. Jim..."

"Chest, 70"

"Shoulder circumference, 76"

"Shoulder width, 38"

"Upper arms, 28"

"Forearms, 23"

"Waist, 35"

"Upper legs, 38"

"Calves, 29."

Whoosh, Alessandro thought. This is killing me!

"Good job, Big Man," Roger said. "Just about right for 350 lbs."

Jim grinned.

"Your turn now..."

I can't handle this, Alessandro thought, and handed Jim the sheet.

"Chest, 82"

"Shoulder circumference, 90"

"Shoulder width, 46"

"Upper arms, 33"

"Forearms, 29"

"Waist, 38"

"Quads, 42"

"Calves, 30!"

Wow, Alessandro thought.

"Yep," Jim said. "That's what 410 lbs. of solid man muscle looks like!"

A few weeks later...

Alessandro was invited to the wedding, of course, along with his parents and, it seemed, half of Silicon Valley and at least a hundred national level bodybuilding competitors (none of whom held a candle to Jim, much less Roger.)

The two were dressed in matching dove gray silk suits, pearl white shirts, and contrasting ties (mint for Jim, coral for Roger); their shoulders were so broad it was impossible to see the minister, Mike Matarazzo, who wasn't exactly petite.

"Do you, Jim..."

"Do you, Roger..."

"Wow." The voice behind Alessandro was soft but deep, masculine, and dripping with lust. Alessandro turned to look. The man sitting behind him was about 30, shaggy blond hair, reddish brown full-beard, with a thick neck and powerful shoulders; Alessandro started measuring him (mentally) and liked the numbers running through his head. The blond hunk's mouth was open, staring in awe at the wall of muscle on the dais under the canopy. Alessandro turned back to watch the two huge men embrace and kiss, the guests applauding loudly.

Wow indeed, he thought. Wow indeed!

[END]

[Mdlftr]

Gold's, of course!

Sweet!!

Would love to hear what measuring Alessandro gets up to with the blond behind him!

Good read, as always!

AT the risk of sounding trite (not intended) and snarky (definitely NOT intended) WoW has the feel of almost a romance, call it a gay-bro-mance, a "gro-mance!" The feelings and dialog of the main characters are authentic and engaging.

Thank you for this!

Mdltr

[arpeejay]

Thanks for the kind words! I like the idea that my speciality is "Gro-Mance Fiction!" They certainly don't lack for heaving bosoms! :-)

xoxo

Richard

[Mad Dog]

I like these things, too, Arpeejay. :3