Best Buds (Conclusion)

[arpeejay]

By Richard Jasper

Part 8: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16746

Part 7: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16732

Part 6: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16726

Part 5: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16723

Part 4: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16718

Part 3: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16710

Part 2: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16708

Part 1: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16622

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And so it went for the rest of their sophomore year.

Eat, drink, lift, fuck, sleep, rinse, repeat. John cut back on his array of social involvements, which didn't stop him and James from getting invited to every party and gathering on campus.

It didn't take them long to become the campus It couple. They were huge, they were hot, they were gay, they were a couple. The Wyndham Gay-Straight Alliance was started by them and built around them; thanks to their presence, it was an instant success. And once Blake, captain of the Wyndham football team, came out (at their urging and with their encouragement), it was in the national media. James and John were interviewed for stories by Sports Illustrated, ESPN, the Washington Post, and even the New York Times.

James' parents took the latter as an opportunity to disown their only son, cutting off any further contact with him. Not because he was gay but because he was a bodybuilder; they thought it was disgraceful and told him so.

"Ya know, I ought to feel bad," James told John's parents when they came to visit for Alumni Weekend. "But I really don't. They raised me and they cared for me but beyond a certain point I think they kind of ignored me."

John's mom wrapped her athletic, tennis playing arm around one of James' (by that time it was significantly large than her waist.)

"I know it hurts, honey," she told him. "But you have us now. We'll never replace your parents but we'll never be anything other than completely proud to have you as our other son."

John's dad gruffly agreed.

"Besides," he added. "You've done so much for John."

John and James looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Whaaa...?" John's dad wanted to know.

"S'Okay, Dad," John said. "Really. Private joke, that's all."

Training, of course, was insane and soon enough it, too, was cause for media coverage, this time by publications that specialized in bodybuilding and weight-training.

Working out with James, John's gains increased significantly.

"I'm growing faster than I ever did before," John observed. The first month of training out with James he had put on 7 lbs. of muscle; the next month it was 8 lbs.

"That's mega cool, Stud Lover," James replied, but then sighed and added:

"Me, on the other, I'm slowing down."

John rolled his eyes.

"Oh, yeah, I noticed that," he said, sarcastically. "It must be such a burden to be gaining 10 lbs. a month instead of 12 or 15 like you did over the summer."

James laughed.

"Good point, Buster!"

"Damn straight, Meathead!"

They had just finished a photo shoot with Muscular Development and had another scheduled with Flex for the following weekend. After seeing the news stories about the two hunky teens, the muscle mags couldn't resist, their long-established homophobia tossed casually into the waste bin.

And why not?

By that time James was packing 270 lbs. of competition quality muscle on his 5'7 frame. Visiting the Olympia Expo that fall and standing next to Branch Warren caused a minor sensation; like James and John, James and Branch were just the same height and since Branch was ready to walk on the stage he was down to about 245 lbs. James was carrying 25 lbs. more muscle than Branch and despite being "off season" nearly as hard and muscular.

"Damn, boy," Branch had told him. "I hope I'm retired by the time you start competing."

James was disappointed that Branch declined to pose with him until John whispered in his ear:

"You're bigger than he is, dumbfuck, and your arms are a LOT bigger. You really think he wants to be shown up by a teenager?"

James spent the rest of his time at the Expo with a big supplement bag held strategically in front of his crotch.

For his part, John was a ripped 215 lbs. with biceps pushing 20 inches cold. Next to Branch and James he looked petite; next to anyone else it was clear that John was a fucking monster.

They were monsters in the weight pit, too.

A week after John benched 405 lbs. for the first time he and Blake and Kyle and Trent stood around James and watched in awe as the former skinny geek pushed 700 lbs. into the air, 45 lbs. more than his best lift over the summer and close to three times his body weight.

"Damn," James said when he sat up. "That felt fucking good!"

He tried not notice that in addition to John and Blake both Kyle and Trent, legendary pussy hounds, were sporting major wood.

Good thing I go last, James said to himself, a smirk crossing his face. Time for these boys to hit the showers -- cold showers!

Two months later, during the MD shoot, James benched 815 lbs., crossing the bodyweight x three barrier for the first time. John couldn't restrain himself. He jumped on James while James was still on the bench and started humping him furiously. James placed his gorilla hands his head, flexed his mountainous 25 inch biceps, and casually stood up, fully supporting John's 215 lbs. on his forearms and hips.

The photographer, a legend in the muscle world, blew his load, prodigiously staining his khaki dress pants.

For Christmas they went to John's parents house. James was 290 lbs. by that point and John was up to 230. There was a steady stream of friends and relatives in and out of the house for two weeks, all wanting to see the Gay Muscle Lovers, as Flex magazine referred to them.

(John and James thought it was kind of rude for Flex to juxtapose their pictures with those of Bob Paris and Rod Jackson; true, they made Bob and Rod, who were both big men, look like a couple of nelly school girls, but "those pix were works of art," James noted. "We're just a couple of guys!")

John's friends were absolutely stunned by his size and totally in awe of James.

"The cool thing is," John always managed to point out. "When he and I started rooming together, James was 115 lbs. soaking wet."

It usually took a minute for people to translate "when he and I started rooming together" into "18 months ago." When they did, their eyes grew even wider.

At one point during the vacation John's dad shooed everyone away and sat the two of them down in his office study.

"Here's the deal," Dad said. "I want you two boys to stay in school, no matter what, OK?"

John looked at James, James looked at John.

"Come again?" John said. "Why wouldn't we?"

His dad gave him the "don't kid a kidder" look.

"I'm not totally ignorant of the way your chosen sport works," he pointed out. "I know about contests and endorsements and magazine contracts. In fact, I know quite a bit about them."

A high-priced corporate attorney, John's dad knew how to do his research, and how to work the network to find out the inside dope.

"Let them pay you buttloads of money for the pix," he advised. "But stay in school and get your degrees. You're only going to get better over the next couple of years and every 10 lbs. you gain is another $100,000 they're going to add to any offer they make."

The two hulks looked at each other, then grinned.

"Thanks, Dad," James said. "We'd pretty much come to that conclusion. It's nice to know we have your support."

John's dad wrapped each of the men he thought of as my sons in a big bear hug.

"You two rock my world," he said, blowing his nose. "Your mom's, too, of course."

At the end of spring semester, James looked around the studio apartment he and John had shared that year, a forlorn expression on his handsome, manly face.

"Our first apartment," John pointed out.

"I'm gonna miss it," James muttered.

It was very much representative of the two of them. Everywhere you looked: bodybuilding magazines, posters, framed photos, supplements, giant cans of tuna and protein powder, Star Wars action figures, and Legos everywhere. (John had never had any use for Legos, even as a kid, until he saw his first episode of "Rick and Steve" on Bravo and it was like a switch had been flipped; he was more obsessed with them than James was with action figures!)

Crowded, though. Just a couple of weeks into the school year, they'd quietly replaced the twin beds (which belonged to the University after all) with a reinforced steel-framed California King. It was crammed into the sleeping alcove so tightly there was barely any room for them to stand at its side (well, considering how thick James was, that was no surprise) and only on one side. John had to crawl over James every time if he had to get up to take a piss. James had volunteered to sleep on the inside but John liked crawling over him so they left it that way.

"You've been complaining for months about how small this place is," John observed dryly.

James grinned at his lover.

"Well, ya know," he said. "If you weren't so fucking huge."

There was that. At 260 lbs., John was 10 lbs. heavier than James had been when the school year started, nearly the same size James had been when he'd come close to (accidentally) humiliating Branch Warren.

John threw out his 60 inch chest and flexed his freakily vascular forearms and biceps. The "puppies," as John still thought of them, now measured 23 inches cold when flexed.

"Ya think I'm big, do ya?" John asked, purring seductively.

James moved close to John, wrapping his hands around John's huge arm.

"Oh, yeah, Mister," James replied. "Totally fucking huge."

John punched his lover in his left pec. Even though John was now regularly benching 700 lbs. for reps, punching James' chest was like steel girder. It didn't budge.

I thought he was huge when he outweighed me by 50 lbs., John thought. Now, well, shit...

At 330 lbs. of solid, sculpted muscle, James was a fucking tank. His chest was pushing 70 inches, which was frickin' amazing considering he was only 67 inches tall; his biceps were in the high 20s, his waist only 35 inches.

Nearly three times what he weighed the day I met him, It's fucking unbelievable.

James stood there, soaking it up.

He gets off thinking about what it's like to be ME now, James mused.

James ran his big thumb across John's left nipple. Under might have been a better description; John's pecs were now so thick and full that his nips tended to point down rather than out.

Because I'm so huge, he doesn't always appreciate how fucking awesome he's become.

James put his other hand on John's raging erection.

And he doesn't have a clue that I still remember what it was like to be a 'little shit' of a guy.

James' own big tool was at full mast now.

"I think..." John began.

"I think," James added.

"I think we have time for another round, don't you?"

[END]

[Padraig]

Thank you, Richard, for this wonderful mid-summer treat! It was yummier than a great big bowl of ice cream!

[anglekindle]

A BIG thank you for this terrific story!

[GlitzPianoman]

This is the best story I've read on here in a long time. I haven't been into the sci-fi and magic stuff for a while now, so it was refreshing to read something concerning a guy (or guys) who grow huge just from working out and eating right. I know nobody gets that big in 18 months, but still, it was well-written, and very much a turn-on. Thank you!

[philat99]

And yet ANOTHER WINNER! Richard, you are ON FIRE!!!
Mike

[tagsnola]

... Wish I could be John. < sigh >
- TagsNOLA

[Jaypat]

I really loved this story. It was a lot of fun, but I hate both these guys. Anyone who can put on a hundred and twenty pounds of muscle in a year is absolutly destined to be envied and hated.

But still, I really enjoyed the story because I know it was fantasy. If there was a real guy out there somewhere who put on a hundred and twenty pounds of muscle in a year... That would make me very cranky.

[tagsnola]

... yah think?

Originally Posted by Jaypat

I really loved this story. It was a lot of fun, but I hate both these guys. Anyone who can put on a hundred and twenty pounds of muscle in a year is absolutly destined to be envied and hated.

But still, I really enjoyed the story because I know it was fantasy. If there was a real guy out there somewhere who put on a hundred and twenty pounds of muscle in a year... That would make me very cranky.

[arpeejay]

Lorenzo Becker (my hero!), the freaky kid in Toulouse, went from 127 to 215 (88 lbs.) in about 16 months. Not quite 120 lbs. in a year but close enough to inspire me! :-)

xoxo

Richard

PS:

http://www.youtube.com/user/Dalorenzzo

Lorenzo's YouTube channel!

[Jaypat]

Ahh, yes, but Lorenzo did get taller (which means it's not all muscle) and he's not exactly ripped to shreds, so he's safe from my envy and only has my admiration.

...and he still put on weight at only about half the rate that James did in your story.

[MysteriousMist]

Think that's still enough to set off some people, though. Ah, well. Guess you do what you can't, and accept what you can't. Or at least try to push past it, anyways.

I pretty much read the entire thing in one shot, and I have to say, it's a great story!

[chocomus]

I took a trip away and stayed away from the site for 2 weeks and i find the whole story to read!!!! It was awesome, thanks for sharing!!!!

[Mdlftr]

Originally Posted by arpeejay

Lorenzo Becker (my hero!), the freaky kid in Toulouse, went from 127 to 215 (88 lbs.) in about 16 months. Not quite 120 lbs. in a year but close enough to inspire me! :-)

xoxo

Richard

PS:

http://www.youtube.com/user/Dalorenzzo

Lorenzo's YouTube channel!

1. RPJ, you are definitely ROCKING this summer! How many stories is this now? 8? Every one a model of your patented "details, measurements!!" and warm relationships - and "naturalistic" muscle growth. [No potions, xrays, little green men, Gypsy charms -- just working out hard]

2. Lorenzo - his Youtube channel header info says "age: 24". The videos talk about a 16 year old. Are these two different individuals? Is the owner of the channel different from the video subject? Or is the video subject actually older than 16? REgardless, he looks impressive!

Keep up the good work, Richard!

Mdlftr

[arpeejay]

Mdlftr:

(1) I haven't been keeping track. I finished "Wow" and "Retrospective" in August, did all of "Jessie's Girls" and "Best Buds," pluse "Something Different" and "Something Else," and got a start (need to finish!) "Aisle 13." How many is that?

(2) According to Lorenzo's Facebook page, his d.o.b. is 10/2/92, which means he'll be 17 in about 6 weeks. I'm not sure whether he owns the page (and faked his age) or some friend does it for him.

xoxo

Richard

[Mdlftr]

That counts as at least 7 stories right there.

Course, if you count each chapter, you're approaching Dostoyevsky for length! A Russian-novel-length muscle growth story writer!

We'll just call you ArpeeJay-yev!

Mdlftorski

[tagsnola]

Да! Слава Арпидгаев!!!

Originally Posted by mdlftr

that counts as at least 7 stories right there.

Course, if you count each chapter, you're approaching dostoyevsky for length! A russian-novel-length muscle growth story writer!

We'll just call you arpeejay-yev!

Mdlftorski

ТагсНОЛА!

[arpeejay]

Too bad I don't read Cyrillic, Boy Tags! :-)

xoxo

Arpeejayei Arpeejayevich Arpeejayski

[Mdlftr]

Originally Posted by arpeejay

Too bad I don't read Cyrillic, Boy Tags! :-)

xoxo

Arpeejayei Arpeejayevich Arpeejayski

ANd of course, in keeping with the (annoying and confusing) practice of Russian writers, we'll give you a few MORE names, in addition to your given patronmic.

Thus,

arpeejay-yev AND

Arpeejayei Arpeejayevich Arpeejayski AND

Arpeejayov arpeejaski AND

Dmitri AND

Snarkovovich AND

Studzinski AND

Studs !!

All of which can and will be used interchangably, preferably in the same sentence, when referring to you----or NOT!

Mdlftr

[Who ploughed through "Brothers Karamazov" with note cards for every character, since they all had AT LEAST 5 names!!!]

[Yachirobi]

I want to know more about James. While he and John seem forever linked, it's James who's the unique one. James is likely superhuman while John is just another hunky guy.

You probably don't see it this way, Arpee, but I got the idea that there's way more to this story, and to James himself, than we got to see here. I'm intrigued.

[arpeejay]

Could be, Yach. People seem to know more about my stories than I do! :-)

xoxo

Richard

[Yachirobi]

Originally Posted by arpeejay

Could be, Yach. People seem to know more about my stories than I do! :-)

That's probably a good thing. If people don't have their own ideas about what's happening in a story it's because they didn't connect with the story. Any and all speculation on a story means that you did a good job in writing it.

[Stoneman]

Arpeejay, as much as I like your stories they just make me feel bad that I do not develop as rapidly as your protagonists do. WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?

[arpeejay]

Stoneman:

It's the price you pay for being a work of non-fiction!

xoxo

Richard

who suffers << sigh >> the same malady!