The Long Slow Road to Hugeness (Part 5)

[arpeejay]

By Richard Jasper

Part 4: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17120

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

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Being a Colt model, which really isn't the same thing as being a porn star, turned out to be a lot of fun. Lots of travel, lots of interesting people, lots of parties, and, well, let's be frank about it, lots of sex with hot guys.

There were parts of it that could get to be a bit much, of course. Everyone wanted to touch, which was fine, I enjoyed being touched and I was happy to share; some guys, though, didn't want to let go, and their not wanting to do so tended to be in inverse proportion to their attractiveness (which wasn't just physical; there were some extremely hot guys that I found just totally repulsive in terms of personality.)

Plus way too many of them wanted me to do drugs and I had zero interest. A cocktail or two, a bottle of wine, heck, even a beer, but anything you had to snort, sniff, inject, or swallow in pill form, uh uh -- not interested.

It helped that Scott and I usually traveled together and, yes, it was pretty clear from the get go that we were a couple. After a year of traveling (and making three times as much money as I'd ever done previously), I sold the house in Denver and moved myself and Molly into Scott's Santa Monica loft.

I didn't do any porn, per se, not so much because I was squeamish as I was so damned BIG. After me, Scott was about the biggest adult performer and -- surprise! -- by the time another year had passed I was another 10 lbs. heavier. At 330 lbs. I outweighed him by 50 lbs. of solid muscle and compared to a guy like Matthew Rush or Carlo Masi I was simply gigantic.

My solo jackoff videos, though, were the hottest thing since Carl Hardwicke. They made a fortune for Colt (and by extension, me.) After three years of performing, I had enough to live on for the rest of my life.

"And, you know," Scott began one morning over breakfast.

I looked up at him. He had that expression.

"Oh, that," I said in reply. "Yeah, I know."

At 35, I was up to 350 lbs., all of it muscle. After nearly 20 years of lifting, I was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to stop. Or whether it was ever going to change.

For most guys, I was beyond huge. I was as big as a pro bodybuilder like Noah Steere, only he was six inches taller than I was. My 70-inch chest was nearly as big around as I was tall (6 ft.), my 30-inch biceps were considerably bigger than my head, my 36-inch quads were bigger than a normal man's waist.

"I know," I said. "I'm too big."

Scott shrugged.

"You're incredibly impressive..." he said.

I nodded.

"But you're getting into fetish territory," he added.

I winked at him.

"And just who might be into this sort of fetish?" I asked, popping a double biceps pose that popped some major wood in his gym shorts.

He growled.

"You know you can never be too big as far as I'm concerned," he said. "The question is..."

I sighed.

"I think it's time for me to retire," I said. "Go out while I'm still on top."

Scott nodded.

"As for the other..."

I looked down at my 25-inch forearms and made 'em dance. No one had ever had forearms as big as I did.

"I've contacted the sports medicine folks at UCLA," I told him. "They want me to come in for some tests. They've got a whole team of people who want to look at me."

Scott laughed at that.

"Big Man, you've got a whole city full of people who want to look at you," he pointed out.

I grinned.

"Just not with microscopes and MRI's and all that shit," I observed.

Let's just hope I don't get carted off to Area 51, I said to myself.

I was beginning to wonder what it all meant. From what I could tell, no one had ever grown as consistently as I had over such a long period of time. And no one had ever gotten as big and as muscular as I had without resorting to anabolics of one sort or another.

It sort of freaked people out. Hell, it really freaked people out, so much so that once I got up to 300 lbs. I started buying steroids and then flushing them down the toilet, just so that people would think I was on something.

"But you're not," Scott said.

I shrugged my massive shoulders.

"When did you learn how to read my mind?" I asked, hoping he hadn't quite twigged to how freaked out I was feeling.

"In the 9th grade," Scott replied.

And then he proved he knew what was on my mind because he came and sat in my lap, like the little 290 lb. teddy bear that he was.

Woof!

[Well, I guess it wants to be written, so there will be more...]

Part 6: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17128

[ferro]

I had to smile: a jackoff video is not porn? Methinks Roger doth protest too much.

And don't think we didn't notice that Scott put on another five pounds of muscle in three years...if he doesn't get to 300 before this story is over, it'll be a crime. (By the way, he clocked in at 285 in part four when Roger was 320, so to backtrack him to 50 pounds below Roger's 330, or 280, isn't very nice, even if he does get to hit 290 by the end of the chapter. Shouldn't Scott be 286 or 287 when Roger is 330?)

[arpeejay]

:-)

Unlike Roger, Scott isn't destined to CONTINUALLY grow. Like the rest of us, his weight goes up and down! (But, yeah, I'm sure he'll blossom at some point!)

xoxo

R

[Mad Dog]

If it continues to be written, I will continue to read it. :3

Don't ever think I'm not reading~