Kept Boy (Conclusion)

[arpeejay]

By Richard Jasper

Part 4: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16885

Part 3: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16881

Part 2: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16864

Part 1: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=2782

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Jason's Story (C.1)

What happened next was, well, what's a good word...

Staggering.

Training with Eddie brought intensity and focus like I had never experienced previously. Every day, every lift, every rep, every set seemed like, oh, I don't know.

An affirmation?

Euphoria?

Joy?

My gains were ridiculous.

In three months, I put on 50 lbs. of solid muscle. At 300 lbs., I was a total fucking hulk, with a 62 inch chest, 34 inch quads, and 24 inch biceps. I could curl 315 lbs. -- 15 lbs. more than I weighed, for Christ's sake -- for reps. I could bench 750 lbs. -- 2 1/2 times my weight -- for reps. And my single rep max was closing in on 1,000 lbs.

As for Eddie, Holy Mother of God.

He put on another 25 lbs. the first month. At 225 he was exactly he weighed half again as much as he did when he started four months previously. He'd been a cute geek, now he was the equivalent of a highly ranked amateur.

But that wasn't enough.

A month later he was 255, an increase of 30 lbs. And the day I hit 300 lbs., he stepped on the scale, too:

290 lbs.

Up 35 lbs. in one month.

More than a pound a day.

He was fucking unbelievable.

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Eddie's Story (C.2)

I reached 290 lbs. the same day Jason reached 300 lbs. It was also the day i passed him in the strength department. I had caught up a week or so previously, keeping pace with him rep after rep, adding plate after plate. Paul had long since left us to our own devices, hiring a couple of college-aged power lifters to change plates for us and serve as auxiliary spotters.

"You're too big for me," he said. "I can't keep up with you."

For a week Jason's 1RM bench had been stuck at 950 lbs. We'd work up to it but he couldn't get beyond it.

Finally, I'd had enough.

"Add a quarter on each side," I told Jeff and Rob, our hunky spotters. Their eyes grew big but Jason just nodded.

I lay on the bench beneath the bar, feeling the thrummm of the big thick bar as it bowed under the weight hanging off either end.

I nodded to Jeff and Rob, who hoisted either end, and then...

I did it.

1,000 lbs. of iron, down to my chest, bounce, all the way up again, re-rack.

ROAR.

Jason attacked me where I lay, pulling me off the bench and squeezing me up into a big bear hug that would have crushed a lesser man. With one meaty hand he ripped my shirt in half and with the other he tore down my pants. Then he put those big mits in my armpits and slammed me up against the brick wall, masonry dust filling the air as he fucked my ass good and hard.

Rob and Jeff watched in slack-jawed awe, their shorts around their knees, jacking their big jock cocks, arms wrapped around each other for support.

When he was done I grabbed him around his incredibly thick, tight, furry waist, twirled him around, and bent him over the dumbbell rack.

"Ya ready for this, Big Man?" I asked as I hawked a big gob of spit into my monstrously muscled hands.

"Oh, fuck," Jason said. "Fuck yeah, Eddie. Fuck me good."

And I did.

13 1/2 inches of monster muscle meat up his ass, pushing aside his meaty muscle cheeks the way a snow plow churns through fresh powder. A lesser man would have passed out in shock but Jason's groan was that of a bull in heat. He took it all, the first time anyone had ever done that, not even that fat, greasy fister fuck back home, and then he squeezed down on it and I knew what it was like to be Jason fucking my sweet ass.

* * *

Jason's Story (C.3)

After that, it occurred to me, especially after seeing the effect the two of us had on Jeff and Rob, that Eddie and I had something special, something that needed to be shared with the rest of the world.

So I called some friends, one at Logo, one Miss ChiChi LaRue, and a whole slew of audio / video engineers.

Which is how "The Eddie Show" came into being, the world's first gay muscle sex reality show. Eddie eating, Eddie sleeping, Eddie lifting, Eddie growing, Eddie fucking and getting fucked.

The last, of course, we saved for ChiChi's porn channel and direct to video sales. We made her (and ourselves) a fortune, quickly racking up the highest numbers in the history of Iternet porn, a million men at a time watching two of the most muscular men, not to mention one who was so prodigiously hung, plowing each other's asses.

Eddie's growth exploded.

In June he was 290 but he just kept getting bigger and he kept getting bigger faster:

July: 325 lbs.
August: 360 lbs.
September: 400 lbs.
October: 440 lbs.
November: 500 lbs.

I was awestruck.

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Eddie's Story (C.4)

I knew at some point that I'd pass Jason and that he would never actually be able to keep up. I was awed by his gains even so: In five months he gained an average of 20 lbs. of muscle per month, ending up at a mind-boggling 400 lbs. of solid muscle.

I couldn't look at him without boning up. I couldn't think about him without boning up.

Of course, by that time I was 500 lbs. and benching 2000 for reps. The episode where I first did that was the highest rated internet porn clip ever but it was quickly displaced by the one that followed, the one in which:

I picked Jason up with my right hand and held him there like a rag doll, completely effortlessly. And then I sat him down on my giant cock, all the way to the hilt, his butt cheeks bouncing off my pubes, and -- one-handed -- I used him as my own personal 400 lb. fuck toy.

After we splattered the cameras, we stood and posed in front of the mirror, two giant hunks of muscle, two giant dicks already rock hard again.

"Which do you notice first?" I asked our viewing audience. "This...?"

I raised my right arm and brought it slowly, erotically to its full 40 inches, then kissed the peak.

"Or this?" Jason asked, his big meaty paws encircling only the lower 2/3rds of my giant rod.

And then he kissed me.

The cameras blinked off.

"What about you?" I asked him. "Which do you notice first?"

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Jason's Story (C.5)

"This is what I noticed first," I told my giant monster-cocked Hulk-sized, fur-covered lover, and laid my hand over his heart.

"Liar," he said. "And I love you for saying it."

I grinned.

I made it possible for him to make himself what he wanted to be.

Is there a better way to keep a boy happy?

If so, let me know.

[END]

[tagsnola]

... sweet!
Cheers!
- TagsNOLA

[anglekindle]

Gratz on another story finished.

[TKnTexas55]

Oh my.. you did good.. fur and muscles.. muscles and fur. Nuttin better. Good thing I keep a bath towel handy when I am on this site.

[Mad Dog]

Awesome, love the bigness in this! My only criticism is that almost all the growth happened in the last chapter.

[arpeejay]

Originally Posted by Mad Dog

Awesome, love the bigness in this! My only criticism is that almost all the growth happened in the last chapter.

Yup. Well, under other circumstances the growth sequences could have been stretched out so that each was a chapter in itself, e.g., Eddie as...

The young athlete (175 lbs.)
The competitive amateur (225 lbs.)
The would-be pro (255 lbs.)
The mass monster (290 lbs.)

And beyond!

:-)

I ran out of steam.

Maybe next time!

xoxo

Richard

[chocomus]

i loved this story. thanks for writing and sharing with us

[philat99]

As usual, this was a most enjoyable series!
Mike