Jonathan's Journey (Part 7)

[arpeejay]

By Richard Jasper

Previous part (and links): http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17220

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03.31.06

Whoa!

That was totally unexpected!

I had sex with Dave, uh, I mean Mr. Smi..., uh, Dave!

Apparently Dr. Parikh wasn't good enough; Dad and Mom wanted Mr. Smith's assessment, too.

"Your mom and dad say you've gotten pretty big," he told me on the phone. "Want to catch a work out together?"

So he came and picked me up and went to his gym...

Well, we were going to go to his gym.

We never made it that.

"Holy fucking shit," he said when I let him in the door.

I just grinned.

"You want to take a look, Dave?"

He looked I dunno, desperate maybe?

I pulled off my triple XXL hoodie, so it was just me in my wife beater and a pair of oversize sweats.

"Jesus wept," he muttered.

I flexed my left arm and I thought he was going to lose it right there.

"Check it out, Dave," I said. "24 inches cold."

He gulped.

"Just how much...?"

I pulled my shirt off and flexed my 60 inch chest.

"275 this morning, Dave," I said. "Two more months until I'm 15."

I could see the big snake in his pants getting riled up.

"That's what, Dave, about your size, right?" I asked.

He coughed.

"Uh, kid, that's about 10 lbs. MORE than I weigh now," he answered.

I stepped closer to him and flexed my lats.

"Well, you're still taller," I pointed out. "I still haven't made it to 5'11 -- maybe by my birthday?"

Dave's big, muscular, hairy man's hands were on my chest, trying to pinch some skin (he couldn't, my body fat is that low), sticking his fingers in the deep cleft between my two pecs.

"Jon, you realize could compete professionally, don't you?" he said, in a husky whisper. "Ronnie Coleman doesn't have anything on you."

I pinched Dave's nipple; I thought he was gonna cum on the spot. As it was, he sagged a bit, like he was weak in the knees. I put my other hand behind his head and drew his mouth to my own.

God, he tasted like a man. Like protein powder and Scope and the beer he had with his steak and salad the night before.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," I told him.

He blushed.

"I liked it," he whispered.

The Bazooka liked it. I let go of his nipple and pulled down my shorts. It flopped out, all 11 1/2 inches of it.

"You think Coleman's is bigger?" I asked, directing his attention that way. "I mean, I've heard that black guys..."

Dave looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

"Holy fuck," he said. "Coleman ain't got nothing on you in that department either, Jon. Neither does Kai Greene, and I've seen his."

I laughed, then changed the topic.

"Hey, wanna warm up in the basement?"

Dave just nodded silently and followed me like a puppy.

"I wanna show you something," I told him.

He snorted.

"Jon, I think you've shown me just about enough."

I laughed.

"Not like that, silly!"

I had the weight bench already set up with 315 lbs.

Still with no shirt on, I lay down and pumped out 30 reps.

Dave whistled.

"Two more please," I said.

He added two more 45s, bringing the weigh to 405.

25 reps.

"Two more please," I said again.

He looked skeptical but he added them. I knew that 495 was close to his one rep max.

20 reps.

"Fuck," he said, and added two more without asking.

I did 10 reps at 585 lbs.

By that time I was getting a really good pump, the striations and separations rippling every time I moved.

I looked at him and nodded.

"I'll need you to spot me on this one," I said.

He shook his head.

"I don't think I can manage," he observed.

I winked at him.

"It's OK, Big Man," I told him. "I can manage."

675, 6 reps.

"Jesus Fucking God," he said when I'd done.

I felt like a beast. Hell, I was a beast!

"And your 1RM?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Don't know yet," I told him. "Last week it was 725 -- but that was last week."

He whimpered when I said that.

"You like that?" I asked, stepping close to him.

He nodded.

"You like this?" I asked, flexing my engorged right arm.

He licked his lips.

"I'll bet you like this, too," I said and I picked him up under his armpits and pinned him up against the basement's brick wall. His toes dangled and inch or two off the floor. I pressed in against him and his big thick man's cock bumped against my steel hard abs.

"Uh, Jon," he said after I'd held him there 4-5 minutes. "Maybe you ought to let me down?"

I quirked an eyebrow.

"You think?" I asked. "I'm not tired yet."

He nodded.

"I can see that," he said. "But these bricks are kinda rough, ya know?"

I let him down -- he fell into me. I wrapped him arms around his neck.

"Well, why didn't you say so, Mister?" I asked him. "I didn't want to hurt you!"

He squeezed his eyes shut, like he couldn't face it, and then he said.

"Fuck me, Jon, fuck me. You gotta fuck me, shit, I can't believe that I'm saying this but..."

I picked him up again and ran up the two flights of stairs from the basement to my bedroom, where I threw him down on the new California King my parents had bought for my room.

It went on a long time.

"Ya still want to go to the gym?" I asked after the third or fourth round.

He winced.

"Jon, I gotta go home," he said. "Maybe another time, OK?"

I stood and stretched. I could see him start to get hard again, despite the fact he'd already cum four or five times.

"You'll call me, right?" I said as he was leaving.

He held my face in his hands and looked at me for a long time, like he was trying to memorize my face or something.

"Not tomorrow," he said. "Maybe not the next day. But, yes, I'll call you."

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04.07.06

Sigh.

I asked Mom and Dad about Dave tonight at dinner. It's a week and I haven't heard from him.

I was shocked as shit when they both blushed.

Dad cleared his throat and said.

"Well, Jon, the thing is, Dave has moved to Oregon."

My jaw dropped.

"What?! When did this happen? Why?"

Mom patted my hand.

"We know you really looked up to him, Jon," she said. "We were very surprised that he left so abruptly. He was gone before we knew what was happening..."

Dad nodded, then added.

"Dave said he had an amazing opportunity that he couldn't pass up. His real-estate agent is taking care of packing up the house and forwarding all of his stuff."

I just stared.

"Pretty damned, uh, unusual," Dad continued. "But ya never know with people."

After that I didn't have much appetite so I came up here.

Damn.

What did I do? Why did he leave?

Sigh.

Oh, yeah:

282 lbs.

[More to cum...]

Part 8: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17234

[muscl4life]

Heh, i loved this chapter, but maybe we are seeing that some guys fell really hot for John, but for some reason they run away from the growing monster lad!

Delicious!

Thanks Richard

[Blake]

Richard I really am loving the way this story has taken the twist it has, I'm now intriuged as to how and what will happen next...

Neil