Two Brothers (Part 6)

[arpeejay]

By Richard Jasper

[This chapter is now complete...]

Part 5: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17090

Part 4: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17084

Part 3: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17078

Part 2: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17061

Part 1: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=9752

* * *

Will hated his first semester at Stanford. His roommate, his fellow freshmen, his instructors, and his TA's all treated him like he was a dumb ox. He was always completely prepared, always had the right answer, and never got called on, or when he did, his answer invariably -- even though entirely accurate -- received some smart-aleck put down.

Sad to say, he didn't get along with the athletes any better than he did the other students. Why aren't you one of us? seemed to the the unspoken accusation.

A couple of times he went into the city. Given his size, he had no trouble getting into clubs; bouncers just assumed he was an NFL pro or something. He ran across hot young guys who ran whenever he tried to talk to him, big scary daddies who wanted to make him their slave boy, and roided up muscleheads who wanted to know what he was on and where they could get it; they were invariably pissed off when he told them the truth, that he was all natural.

All of which meant Will was on the phone with his parents every other night and traded Facebook messages with Chris several times a day. He couldn't stop thinking about that last week with Chris before school had started, how big he'd gotten, how much fun it was to work out and hang out with his brother. How much school just plain sucked.

For his part, Chris was being coy about how big he was getting, refusing to post pix or even tell Will how much weight he had gained or what he was lifting.

"You'll see when you come home for Christmas," Chris kept saying. "Maybe -- ha ha! -- I'll catch up with you by then."

Fat chance of that, Will thought to himself. He'd outweighed Chris by more than 100 lbs. when he left for California!
And he was growing even faster than he had done his senior year. Feeling perfectly miserable in class and everywhere else, Will found solace in the gym and the gym alone.

"But I'll get to see you Thanksgiving, right? You're coming out with Mom and Dad?"

Chris evaded the question for weeks until finally he sent a one-line e-mail in response.

"No can do, big bro. I'll be with Bethany and her folks in Florence. Italy!"

Will seethed.

"How did he manage to pull that off?" he asked his parents.

"Well, dear," Claire said reasonably enough. "Mr. DeMarco's company is sending him to Italy on business that week and he and Mrs. DeMarco decided they'd just make a family vacation of it."

Will fumed.

"But why Chris?" he demanded.

Ben, Will's dad, chuckled.

"Oh, you know why," he said. "Bethany, of course."

Ben cleared his throat.

"Uh, by the way, since the DeMarcos and Bethany and Chris are going to be in Florence for the holiday..."

It turned out Ben and Claire had volunteered to take Evan out to Palo Alto with them to see Will.

"Oh!" Will said. "Well, that'll be cool!"

* * *

Actually, it wasn't all that cool. Evan liked Pitt just about as much as Will hated Stanford. He was, apparently, incredibly popular, with the guys and the girls and his teachers and his TA's and the jocks and his awesome roommates. On their trip into town, he was popular with the twinks, the muscledaddies, and the roidheads, all of whom seem to delighted to chatter the night away with him. Plus:

"We're past that now, aren't we?" Evan asked, when Will put his beefy paw on Evan's ass.

"Oh," Will said. "Are we?"

Evan put his hand on Will's massive pec.

"Babe, you were the best first time any guy could ever have," he said. "No one will ever be as good as you...were."

Will felt the bottom drop out of his stomach.

"But..."

Evan checked his watch.

"I've moved on, babe," he said. "You're totally frickin' hot. But you're too damned huge for me."

Will's mouth dropped.

"I like being the big guy," Evan said. "That's hard to do when you outweigh me by 90 lbs."

Will looked Evan up and down.

"More like 95, I think," he pointed out.

Evan stuck out his tongue.

"See? I'll never catch up," he said, and before Will could object, and continued. "And I don't want to catch up. I'm not cut out for Super Freakdom."

Super Freakdom? Will asked himself.

"Don't worry, babe," Evan said, giving his former boyfriend a hug. "You'll always have Chris, after all!"

Will snorted.

"What's Chris got to do with it?" he wanted to know.

Evan gave him the same glance Chris always did when Will made some remark that called into his question his qualifications as a valedictorian.

"How would I know?" Evan said. "That's something you have to figure out!"

* * *

Three weeks later Will walked in the front door of his parents' home, having taken the cab from the airport. Ben and Claire were in the Caribbean, Chris wasn't old enough to drive, and Mrs. DeMarco was having car trouble, so a cab seemed like the best bet.

"Yo, Chris," Will called up the stairs. "I'm home."

"Dude," Chris called back. "Down in a minute."

The sound of Chris jogging down the stairs put Will in mind of a herd of elephants. He turned to look at his little brother...

"Holy fucking crap!" Will exclaimed. "You're fucking huge!"

Will wasn't surprised to find that Chris had grown two more inches. Right at 6 ft., he was just a couple of inches shy of Will and showed every sign of passing Will up in another year or so.

But his body.

"I don't fucking believe it!"

Chris had grown while Will was away.

He had grown a LOT.

"You like it, bro?" Chris said.

Chris was 275 lbs. of insanely huge muscle. He lifted his massive right arm and flexed.

"Check it out, bro," Chris said. "Twenty-three inches, cold. And I won't be 15 for another four months!"

Will was simply stunned.

It didn't help that Chris was now just as furry as his big brother, his mountainous pecs covered with a luxuriant pelt of dark curls, dark whiskers -- a day's worth of stubble, Will later learned -- covering his face.

"Jesus," Chris said. "It doesn't matter how big I get, you're always bigger, aren't you?"

Will looked at Chris. The insanely broad shoulders, the spectacular pecs, the cobblestone eight-pack, the massive quads and calves, the bulging arms.

Slowly, Will pulled off his shirt.

"Check it out, Chris," Will said. "330 lbs."

Fuck, Chris thought. He only ever gets hotter.

As Chris had done, Will raised his right arm and flexed.

"Fuck," Chris said. "How big is that monster?"

Will looked at his arm, he looked at Chris.

"It was 27 inches," Will said. "Cold."

"Was?" Chris asked, stepping in close to his big brother and putting his big hands on the granite hardness of Will's arm.

"Last week," Will said. "You wanna measure it?"

[More to cum...]

No They Don't: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17149

Yes They Do: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17151

[arpeejay]

This chapter is now complete (and hopefully error free!)

Hope you like!

xoxo

Richard

[Mad Dog]

Ha, I like how they're both equally stunned with each other. :3

[chocomus]

Originally Posted by Mad Dog

Ha, I like how they're both equally stunned with each other. :3

same here.

Besides, whenever they see the other growth, there is no envy or bad thought, only apretiation. they don't care if one's bigger or if the other is catching up. It's muscle apretiation in a very nice way. I love it. And love how big they are getting.

He only ever gets hotter Same with this story

[fillups44]

Nice story! While Will is clueless the story is definitely telegraphing the direction its heading. Still Will's ignorance and Chris' dating add a bit of tension to the narrative.

I like that Will's growth is only alluded to in a kind of general way and its not until he comes face to face with Chris that we see how HUGE he actually has gotten!

Will is actually in the sad predicament of only being truly happy with one person---a person that seems to be out of his reach.