The Long, Slow Road to Hugeness (Part 4)

[arpeejay]

By Richard Jasper

Part 3: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17109

Part 2: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=2102

Part 1: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=2101

* * *

"We're going to do him, aren't we?" Jeff asked as we refilled our cups at the punchbowl.

"Jeff!" I exclaimed.

In four years together, Jeff and I had never gotten around to playing with anyone outside our relationship. It wasn't like we were intellectually opposed to the idea, just that we were both very, very picky.

"Oh, c'mon," he said. "You've been lusting over him for how long? Since before you graduated from high school, certainly!"

I stammered.

"Well, yeah, but, I mean, are you really...?"

He gave me the stare.

"Am I really interested in having sex with another pro-bodybuilder sized Colt caliber hunk who is almost as handsome as my husband?! Do you really need to ask?"

I blushed.

"Uh, well, but, ya know..."

Scott sneaked up behind me again, only this time his big hand landed on my ass, not my shoulder.

"Could I interest you two in a nightcap back at my room?" he asked, his voice filled with faux innocence.

"Our room," Jeff replied. "We have a suite."

I stood there with my mouth hanging open.

"Close your mouth, Roger," they both said at the same time. "You're attracting flies!"

Then they laughed and bumped fists.

"You guys set this up, didn't you?" I said, finally.

Scott blushed, Jeff put on his look of righteous indignation.

"OK," I continued. "That's all I needed to know."

It was, as they say, a night to remember. Somehow I never felt more connected to Jeff than I did with my big thick dick up his ass with him sucking on Scott's equally impressive man tool.

I looked down at Jeff's sweet ass, then up at Scott's handsome face. When our eyes made contact, it was like a jolt of electricity.

"Woof," he said. "Big man!"

Scott calling me Big Man was like having jumper cables on my nipples -- my big dick spasmed, Jeff groaned as he shot his wad, Scott exploded in Jeff's mouth.

We fell on the bed in a heap, 750 lbs. of meat, muscled men, Jeff purring like a kitten between his "two big furballs."

* * *

And that was that. We kept in touch with Scott, of course, and routinely said that we'd visit him in L.A. and he had a standing invitation to join us in Denver. But between our work / travel schedules and his, we never seemed to be in the same place at the same time.

Jeff bought every Scott calendar, video, and poster that Colt put out, all of which decorated the spare bedroom (our dads were a bit put off but our moms liked it a lot!) We were his biggest fans (in more ways than one) and let everyone know it, even the people at work (who had long since figured it out, of course.)

Three years to the day after the high school reunion I kissed Jeff as he walked out the door, headed for the airport and the plane that would take him to Lubbock.

He never made it. Some moron entered the freeway heading in the wrong direction and hit Jeff's Acura TL head on at 70 m.p.h. That he survived the crash at all was a miracle but by the time I got to the hospital he was in a coma.

I called Scott first.

"Jeff is..."

I didn't have to finish.

"I'm on my way."

Then I called Jeff's parents and my parents and too many other friends and family members. A good dozen of us were there to say good bye before the hospital folks turned off life support and harvested his organs. He was 33 years old.

Scott stayed with me the whole time, then headed back to Los Angeles. My boss gave me the best advice -- change nothing for a year -- and I actually paid attention to it, since my folks and Jeff's folks said the same thing.

I got up, I walked and fed Molly, I ate, I went to the gym, I went to work, I came home, I walked and fed Molly, I ate, I went to the gym again. The same thing, every day. At some point along the way I realized I was in the gym twice as long and working twice as hard as I'd ever done -- and I was still growing at the same rate, a bit under a pound per month, never more, never less.

* * *

A year went by...

"Roger," Scott said, as the anniversary approached. "I want you to come visit. There are some folks I want you to meet."

So I left Molly with Adele and Henry, our -- my -- across the street neighbors and flew to LAX, where Scott picked me up in his slick Lexus convertible. We went to his loft-style condo and he held me for a long time. Then we made love, long and slow and sad and extremely intense and erotic.

The next morning, over breakfast, I finally asked.

"These guys. Who are they?"

Scott smiled.

"Some friends at Colt, of course."

I blinked.

"Really? Why do they want to meet me?"

Scott laughed.

"Well, mostly, they've heard a lot about you," he said.

"Heard what? From whom?" I wanted to know.

He shook his head.

"Big Man, I don't know why a guy as smart as you has such a hard time connecting the dots!"

The Colt guys had heard from Scott, of course. They'd heard that next to me, Scott -- the most successful Colt cover model in the history of the company -- felt like "a widdul girl."

"What?! That's crazy," I told him.

He stood up and beckoned me to do the same.

"Stand with me and look in the mirror, Roger."

I did.

"Oh," I said.

We were exactly the same height.

Scott was 285 lbs. of fur covered muscle -- with a 9 inch dick.

I was 320 lbs. of fur covered muscle -- with an 11 inch dick.

"It wasn't that big three years ago, ya know," he said. "And it sure as hell wasn't that big when we graduated from high school."

As has happened all too frequently in my life, my jaw fell open.

"Flies," Scott said.

I winced.

"Jeff..." I began.

Scott put his big mitts on my huge shoulders.

"Jeff would love it, Roger, and you know it. He and I talked about this for a long time before, well, you know..."

And that's how I became a porn star.

[More to cum...]

Part 5: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17123

[arpeejay]

Continue, yes or no?

There doesn't seem to be much interest in this (revived) story.

xoxo

R

[arpeejay]

Originally Posted by arpeejay

Continue, yes or no?

There doesn't seem to be much interest in this (revived) story.

xoxo

R

Eh, never mind. It wants to be written, obviously, so those of you who are following along, stay tuned!

[ferro]

Richard, for a story that was all of 24 hours into revivification after a hiatus of four and a half years when you wrote the first reply (inner box below), you're awfully quick on the trigger despite getting 400 pairs of eyeballs in the first day.

Patience, grasshopper! Continue writing, and your fans will be grateful for it. (Off to read part 5: thank goodness your story is being insistent, after being far more patient than you are. )

Originally Posted by arpeejay

Eh, never mind. It wants to be written, obviously, so those of you who are following along, stay tuned!

[memorex414]

Yeah I had to get home form the office first...and it was a craptastic day and this brightened it up. My vote...keep going.

Originally Posted by ferro

Richard, for a story that was all of 24 hours into revivification after a hiatus of four and a half years when you wrote the first reply (inner box below), you're awfully quick on the trigger despite getting 400 pairs of eyeballs in the first day.

Patience, grasshopper! Continue writing, and your fans will be grateful for it. (Off to read part 5: thank goodness your story is being insistent, after being far more patient than you are. )