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The Nubian Prince (Part 4) By Richard Jasper Part 3: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16967 Part 2: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16966 Part 1: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16928 * * * The bigger Rob got, the less frenetic he became when getting fucked by Roger. It wasn't like he liked it any less, far from it. But now he wanted it to go on and on and on and on, a long, slow build like a mountain of lava bubbling up from the mantle. "You've <gasp> gotta <grunt> lemme <groan> cum," Roger panted. He no longer felt like he was a race horse but Rob's ass seemed to be learning new tricks every day. "Go for it, Big Daddy," Rob said and Roger roared with satisfaction. For the hundredth time in the month they'd been together, Roger told his young lover: "You gotta fuck me, Fratboy," Roger said. "I'm doing all the work. I need the Beast!" I never should have told him about Zeta Pi, Rob thought. "No, Big Daddy," Rob replied for the 100th time. "Not yet," he added. Roger sat bolt upright and looked at Rob, who was ostentatiously counting the tiles on the ceiling. "What did you say?" Roger asked. Rob said. "Uh, well, not yet is what I said," Rob said. Roger grinned. "Is that the same thing as maybe?" Rob squirmed. "Uh, Big Daddy, if I ever get to be as big as you are, then, well, yes, I guess it would be OK for me to, ya know..." Roger wrapped his powerful thick fur-covered hand around the Beast; it was quickly becoming fully hard again. "Fuck me?" Roger asked. Rob nodded. Roger lay back on the bed and pulled Rob close; the hot young man buried his face in Roger's sexy armpit. "Sooner than you think, Fratboy," Roger said. "Sooner than you think." * * * Indeed, sooner than any of them could imagine. At the end of the 5th week, Rob was 20 lbs. heavier. He had been impressive at 210 lbs. At 230 lbs. he was intimidating. James threw in the towel, saying "enough already, you should be training me." He contented himself watching Rob and Roger train together. And so it went. At the end of the sixth week, Rob was up to 250 lbs. and Roger was up to 280. Rob benched 700 lbs. for 1 rep, Roger benched 750. "You're closing in on me," Roger pointed out. Rob chuckled, a sound you might have heard from a lion on the Serengetti plain. Over six weeks his voice had changed from a light tenor to a deep baritone. It's like his voice is growing with his body, Roger thought, not for the first time. "You know it, Big Daddy," Rob said. James looked from one to the other. "And what are you gonna do when he passes you, Roger?" Roger looked at Rob, Rob looked at Roger, they both looked at James; as if on cue, they moved closer to him. With more than 500 lbs. of man muscle bearing down on him, James unconsciously took a couple of steps back. The two big men laughed. "Then we start on you, Mister!" they said together. * * * A week later, Rob was 270 lbs., just 15 lbs. less than Roger. He'd caught up in the strength department, adding 100 lbs. to his bench in one week. "You broke your promise," Rob told him that evening. Roger looked askance at his hulking lover. "Whatever do you mean?" Rob held up the measuring tape. "My waist," he said. "It's up to 32 inches." Roger just laughed. "And your chest?" Rob growled. "64 inches." Roger smiled. "Same as mine. I'm the one struggling to keep up now." The Beast, Roger noted, was rock hard. "Are we ready? Relatively speaking..." Rob held up his big paw. Funny, he thought. I remember what it was like to have slender hands. "Not yet," he said. "Not yet." Roger's eyes pleaded. "Fratboy," he said, for the thousandth time. "You're killing me." [More to cum...] Part 5 (Conclusion): http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16977 Last edited by arpeejay; September 9th, 2009 at 06:48 AM. |
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Since I don't like attitude, it's nice to see Rob grow out of that. And I love versatility, too! I have to admit, sometimes I have trouble keeping Rob and Roger separate in my head. The Rs get mixed up. But that sort of fits the story, too, as they're becoming more alike. Can't wait for the next installment. |
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I really enjoy this stuff, please keep it coming! :3 |
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