A Package Part 1

[Hue]

Ive decided to start on a new story, the previous one I had no idea where I was going to go with it. This one, I feel more confident writing it. So anyway I know I have bad grammar. Even if I reread through my story I can't catch everything. So anyway please enjoy, its a bit slow paced but don't worry you'll get plenty of action in this story.

Suggestions are wonderful and welcomed too.



My name is Ryan Shipley, and I have no family to speak of. At least that’s what I would like to say. The fact of the matter is, I still have my mom and dad but I don’t consider them family. The reason is, they kicked me out of their home in the middle of my senior year in high school. I know what good family in their right mind would send their eighteen year old son, with no job and only a half year more of high school to go, out into the streets to fend for himself? The kind of highly religious parents who found gay porn on their son’s computer, that’s who.

*sigh*

Anyway I bet you are wondering, “Boy Ryan, how are you going to support yourself now?” well I was wondering the same question for maybe, a day. I was wandering around my neighborhood, trying to think what the hell I was going to do now. With nothing more but the pack of clothing and books my parents ‘allowed’ me to take I felt like I was a vagrant looking for a place to crash for the night. It’s the worst feeling in the entire world.

Well what happened next made me rethink the whole vagrant thing, because it sure looked a whole lot better than this. I had just hit rock bottom, I was sitting on the curb of the street thinking what the hell I was going to do when suddenly a silver mini-van pulled over to the opposite side of the road. Out stepped Mrs. Davison, now there are a few things you should know about the Davison family. One, they are very well off in terms of finance. Mrs. Davison was a very successful real-estate agent. In fact when my… ‘Parents’ had moved into this town Mrs. Davison was the person who offered them their first house. And Mr. Davison was a small town businessman. He owned one of the smaller delivery companies here in the four sate area, giving him a very comfy living expense.

They were a good family; I knew them well back when I started in first grade. Mrs. Davison was the kind of woman who you got to know on a personal level first. She was honest and upfront with everyone, but that’s not to say she was cold. Mrs. Davison, bless her soul, had not a mean bone in her body, she was one of those mothers that kept the home she was living in all warm and fuzzy twenty four seven. And Mr. Davison wasn’t too far off the scale either. He had such joy radiating though his body it was infectious. You couldn’t help but laugh when he laughed or crack a grin when he smiled. Yeah, Mr. Davison was just like his wife, a warm blooded man with not an ounce of greed or cruelty running through his body.

Now you are probably thinking to yourself, “Ryan, why would you dread seeing Mrs. Davison walk out of her car and up to you?”
Well there were a couple of things, first off the Davison’s and my… ‘parents’ were somewhat close. My mother worked under Mr. Davison, one of the small time clerks that helped with the paper work. And my father drove the delivery trucks every day. So needless to say, the Davison’s probably already knew why I was out on the streets, alone and I didn’t want to deal with that at this moment in time.

The second reason… was a bit more personal. Don’t get me wrong, like I said before I loved Mr. and Mrs. Davison… but their son was another story. But I’ll get to that later; right now you are probably wondering what good old Becky Davison wanted with me huh? Well when she got out of her van she just stood there for a moment looking at me. At first I thought she was looking at me with disgust, which made me feel like the lowest piece of crap on this earth. But when I think back on it now, it must have been more of a look of morbid fear and maybe a bit of relief. Anyway I didn’t take the time to look again, I just threw my gaze back onto the street and ducked my head so that my face could not be seen.

The minutes ticked by like hours, I was just waiting for her Van to kick back on and hear the tires squeal away. I felt numb to the world, I wanted nothing more than to blend into the surroundings and stay invisible for the rest of my life.

Its funny how life likes to throw you a screw ball every now and then, because what happened next still has me wondering today what the hell just happened. I was sitting there, feeling sorry for myself and cursing my life when suddenly I felt the warm embrace of another human being. All at once every barrier I had so carefully set up in my life came crashing down. It was moral code for a male of my age to never cry in public, to never show a hint of emotion, to be strong and brave. But as Becky Davison wrapped me in her loving arms I couldn’t help but let out all the pent up stress I had been feeling my entire life. I cried, for the first time in ten years, I cried like a child who had just lost the most important thing in his life.

“Ssh” cooed Mrs. Davison, her long chestnut hair cascading over my head, enveloping me in the soothing aroma of her perfume and shampoo. “It’s going to be alright, Ryan. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
I just hiccuped and sobbed into her shoulder, wanting more than anything to believe her, to believe anything again.

After bawling myself silly Mrs. Davison picked me up from the ground and told me to come with her. Dazed and numb how could I not follow the only person to show me the tiniest bit of kindness since I had been thrown out of my house? I wasn’t thinking then… I wasn’t thinking about the home I was going to be thrown in and the person I had to ultimately meet up with.
As we drove through the small town of Rossmoor, Mrs. Davison began to throw a bitch fit how insensitive and horrible my parents really were. Apparently the Davison’s had only put up with my ‘parents’ just so they could keep a close eye on me.

“You’re a lovely boy, Ryan.” Said Becky with a sigh as she finally began to calm down from her tirade, “We always loved you, like a second son. But your parents… UGH I still can’t believe they had the gall to throw you out like that, and in the middle of the school semester too!” she began to talk about how my mother never really got her work done, how she put off doing filing and organizing till the last minute. The other employees always had to cover for her, apparently. And my father would always mess up his deliveries or take leisurely country drives in the company delivery truck, just for the R&R.

“I just don’t know how such an upstanding young boy, like yourself, could come from such a lazy no good pieces of shit.” I was very surprised to hear Mrs. Davison speak so venomously about my ‘parents’, but it wasn’t the first time I had heard it. All my life, my parents were lazy and put everything off on everyone else. They even putt of doing the house like chores, like doing the laundry, cooking, cleaning off on me at a young age. I had to learn to fend for myself and take better pride in my work than my ‘parents.’ So I have to thank them at least for that. If it hadn’t been for their lazy ways I would have never learned the true value of a good day’s work or an honest living.

After a while Mrs. Davison had went silent again. I knew where we were going, the low rundown part of town was slowly transforming into a more livable area. Gone were the old dilapidated houses that landlords never really cared about. Gone were the lawns that looked like rain forests. Everything was replaced with newer houses, better looking lawns, and a fresher smelling environment. We were heading toward the Davison’s home, where I’m sure we were going to discuss how I was going to go on in life.
The part of town the Davison’s lived in was rather new, just on the outskirts of the old town sat a new development of land that was being made into a semi-small cul-de-sac. Every house was two stories with tasteful design and color. The Davison’s house was the last one down the street, but no one considered it the worst of the bunch. In fact, this house was one of the largest and best designed homes on the block. As I am not a home designer, I could not tell you what the house was made to look like. All I know is that the house was big, tasteful and painted an eggshell white color. Like the Davison’s, this house screamed warmth and comfort.

Becky pulled into their two car driveway, and opened up the garage, I let out a sigh of relief when I didn’t see their son’s car in the parking place. I really didn’t have the energy to run into him today.

We walked out of the garage and into the kitchen that connected through the doorway. She asked me to sit down while she grabbed her cell phone from her pocket and proceeded to dial. I didn’t need to listen to the conversation; I knew fully well that she was calling her husband. I just sat there, taking in the kitchen d?cor, when suddenly Becky came back around the corner and sat across from me.

“Well Ryan,” she sighed while brushing aside some of her long hair, “First off I would like to say I’m really sorry about what happened with your parents. I can guarantee you that won’t happen in this house.” She gave me a slanted smile and I gave a small one back. “With that said, I know you are still in school and I’m sure you have plans for college. So let me propose this.” She reached over and grasped my hand, squeezing it comfortingly. “I want you to stay here for now, just so you can finish the school and have somewhere to be over the summer. Ryan, hun, both me and Billy agree that you should stay here. But its ultimately up to you to decide.”

What choice did I have? Being offered to live with the Davison’s, even if it was just to finish out the school year and have a place to be over the summer, was like winning the best lottery ever. They were really great people with loving hearts, but there was one flaw in their otherwise perfect living home. I felt a chill run down my spine when I thought about it, and Mrs. Davison must have caught on by the look on my face.

“Ryan… I know you have had troubles with Ricky, but I’m sure everything will be alright in the end. Please, Ryan I can’t stand knowing that you have no place to be.”

Troubles… ha, that’s putting it mildly. How the hell could I live in the same house hold, with that traitor for a friend?

It all began when I started first grade. It was a new town, a new school, but I was still young so it didn’t matter much. Even at a young age I had a very skinny frame, almost sickly (which luckily changed a little bit when I started Jr. High). Because of my appearance, and my lack of social interaction from my previous school I didn’t have any friends by the time half of the school year was over. I was alone, and frankly it only bothered me a little. And that’s when he showed up. At that age Ricky was as a normal boy, he inherited his mothers chestnut brown hair and his father’s dark green eyes.

“Hey,” he said one day during recess, “You want to go play on the swing set?”

Curious as to why someone was talking to me, I remained silent and just stared at him, like he had grown two heads. Ricky waved his hands in front of my face, as if to try to get my attention, “Hellooooo?” he called, grinning from ear to ear. “You okay? Hey, let’s go on the swing set, ill push you first!”

I guess that’s how it all started. Ricky just started hanging out with me from that day forward. He was a great guy, from first grade up to Jr. High he was my best friend… we were two peas in a pod. Most of the teachers even joked that we had to have been brothers in a second life, because of how well we got along. It was the best… Ricky was always there for me. When I was injured he would be there to console me. When I was being bullied for being to skinny or too smart, he would be there to fight my battles.

It wasn’t until sixth grade, when I discovered my feelings strayed far more than just brotherly love. It was a confusing time for me, and at first I didn’t know what I was feeling. We had almost every class together that year, including gym. I wish it had never happened. To this day I regret everything I saw everything I felt. We were just getting ready to go to gym. Everyone else had changed and went, I was always the last one in and out, because of my fear of the bullies around me. Ricky usually went in first and kept guard as I went in to change but that day he had been late to class after receiving a detention notice from his teacher. I didn’t think anything of it as we began to change, and damn my curiosity as I looked over to get a peek. I had never seen a naked boy before, well other than myself. Ricky had stripped down completely, and began changing into his gym clothing. I couldn’t help but stare… something in me sparked when I saw that smooth body moving, his underdeveloped muscles bunching as he moved.

From that day I had a different view on Ricky than I had before, and it
bothered me. I began acting differently around him, avoiding his touch, even a high-five would cause me to twitch with something unknown inside. The thing was, Ricky saw this too and began to get defensive. He wanted to know why I was acting the way I was, why I was avoiding him as if he had some sort of disease. I couldn’t tell him, I mean how the hell could you tell a best friend you had for over five to six years you had the hots for him? So I played it off, telling him he was imaging things.
As the last of the school year went by, I began to become slightly more comfortable again. I was able to touch Ricky without flinching away; I could even look him in the face again. But something told me Ricky was still hurting from the way I treated him. Still I did my best to make it up to him, and it seemed to have worked. We were paling around again, laughing at the same shit, and keeping each other company every day.

It wasn’t until high school started… that my world that revolved around Ricky came tumbling down around me. The summer prior to freshmen year, Rick and his family went away to visit some relatives down in Ireland. Needless to say I had a horrible summer. The yin to my yang was gone; it felt as if a piece of me was gone for way too long.

I was ecstatic when high school started. The Davison’s didn’t get back until the third day into the new school semester, and already I was bouncing with joy when I heard he would be back soon. And then I saw him… it wasn’t the Ricky I once remembered. This Ricky… was built, and I don’t mean he put on just a few pounds. When Ricky came through those glass doors, and walked into the high school hall, everyone stopped to stare. At the time I was only five feet three inches tall, relatively short for an incoming freshmen. Ricky, last time I saw him stood five seven. But now… it was obvious to say that Ricky wasn’t so little anymore.

He towered over most freshmen when he walked in, standing Six feet two inches tall. And he had added more than just height when I last saw him. The shirt he wore explained it all, he was ripped. You could see the outstanding pectorals pushing against the cotton of his shirt, outlined perfectly. His arms, strained the sleeves of the shirt, I could almost hear the fibers stretching as he moved through the school. His shoulders were broad now, stretching the already taxing shirt even more. His neck and shoulders were thick, corded with new muscle. I could have just fainted on the spot when I saw him walk in. In place of the Ricky I had just gotten used to, was a new Ricky that had me weak at the knees.

It took me several minutes to figure out how to walk again; I ran up to Ricky with a nervous smile, his gaze when he looked at me was hard and cold.

“H-Hey Ricky,” I stuttered nervously at him, “how was the summer?”

He regarded me, like he was looking at a piece of maggot filled meat. I had to take a step back from such an intense glare. Minutes ticked by like days as he just stared at me, like he was trying to find something out. Then all of a sudden he gave me a nasty looking sneer and scoffed, “Get the fuck away from me, faggot.”

Everything stopped, passing students froze in mid-stride and Ricky turned his back to walk away. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. It was as if something had clawed its way into my chest and placed a block of arctic ice right in the center.

From that day, onto my senior year in high school things got worse. Ricky joined the football, and wrestling team. He became one of those popular, beautiful people who everyone wanted to be around. He became cocky and arrogant. And the way he treated me got worse too. At first he just ignored my presence, and kept his distance from me. Then he started calling me names, like ‘faggot’ or ‘cocksucker’.

Then came the beatings. Now, I will admit, Ricky himself never touched me, but he watched as his teammates surrounded me and began to taunt and throw their punches. It wasn’t anything serious, just a few light hits in the stomach, maybe a slap to the head or they would take my book bag and scatter the books around the floor, laughing like hyenas while they kicked them out of my reach. Still, it hurt all the same just to see him stand there, with that same dark look on his face while everything happened.

He also got bigger with each year; I swear the boy grew like almost every day. Eventually he became one of the biggest guys on school grounds. Standing nearly six foot seven with a hulking frame of nearly two hundred and eighty pounds of pure, developed muscle, he intimidated a lot of people… and induced lust in even more.

By the beginning of my senior year I had given up hope to even reconnect with Ricky. I don’t know what happened… I guess I stopped caring a few years back after the first meeting… but living with him after all that had happened would not be good for me.

Becky stared at me as I tried to make up my mind; she gave me one of those pleading looks trying to show me everything would be alright. “Mrs. Davison…” I said with a slight croak in my voice “I don’t know if that would be a good idea… Ricky he, he doesn’t seem to want me around all that much anymore.” I didn’t know if Mrs. Davison knew what happened to me and Ricky. But I think she had a general idea, after all I had not seen any of the Davison’s after the freshmen year.

“It’s going to be okay, Ryan. I swear on my life Ricky will not give you any trouble. And if he does… well there are a few things I can say to him to make him stop.”

Defeated, and with no better option in mind I just gave a dismissive shrug and muttered an, “Alright…”

[chimewolf]

I like the sound of where this may be going...

Maybe Ricky has mutual feelings for Ryan too

[Lionor_King]

THE START IS AWSOME! Please do more i cant wait !!!

[Lucas88]

very nice set up

[fudge_graham]

I love this opening. Its so well written and I can hardly wait for the next installment. Keep it coming!

[silvershadow]

Wow! Ok ya I'm hooked I love the thought you put into this it sounds really good. It struck me when I saw how he hurt him in public like that. In my mind I went oh my gosh the poor guy . That was so not cool. Which also means great twist. I can't wait for more.

[ToolShedCub]

awesome beginning! don't make us wait too long!

[therealm1]

Great read! Looking forward to the next installment!

[Wii]

Amazing! Very well written and interesting story. You're a great writer, can't wait for what you've come up with next.

[GlitzPianoman]

Nicely done. I can't wait to find out what happens next!

[Hue]

Thanks guys for the encouragement! Seeing so many people interested in my story has inspired me to try and get as many chapters out as possible while still trying to give great quality in terms of reading material. The next chapter will be a few days, considering I am going to be getting a new lap top to transfer everything over to. So yea... look forward to a new installment in a few days, this weekend at the latest.

[ldaniel13]

I'm really liking it so far. Keep up the good work; I'm sure that I'll enjoy whatever direction you happen to take it in. I'll always cheer for the protagonist suffering from unrequited love. Sometimes love is even more beautiful when it feels hopeless.

[chocomus]

HEH! so much in denial, that Ricky!!! Still I wonder how he grew so much... or maybe that's just normal... to be 280 pounds in your last highschool year.... hum... nah!

But still, I wonder about the title. It doesn't seem too apropiate to the story... yet, does it?

[Hue]

*Cheshire cat grin* Oh don't worry, you'll know more about the package soon, I don't want to give too much away though.

[Steven]

Truly a great beginning! I like your style of writing. And you have a special uniqueness in your descriptions. I loved the way you described Ryan?s feelings after Ricky thwarted him? ?It was as if something had clawed its way into my chest and placed a block of arctic ice right in the center.? So unusual?and?vivid! Looking forward to more of this, ?mysterious? Package.

[muscle16a]

Great start. I only have one comment:

"At the time I was only five feet eight inches tall, relatively short for an incoming freshmen."


Actually, 5'8" is ABOVE AVERAGE height for an incoming HS Freshman. Take a look here:

http://pediatrics.about.com/library/...s/nboystwo.htm

As you can see, for a 14-1/2 year old boy (the average age for incoming freshmen), the 50th percentile of height is 66" (that is, 5'6"). Our protagonist's height of 5'8" at that age actually corresponds to the 75th percentile, which would mean that Ryan would have found himself taller than three-quarters of his incoming Freshmen class.

I don't think this takes anything away from your story. I just wanted to point it out. I have found this chart very useful as a reference when crafting muscle growth stories.

[GlitzPianoman]

Hey, just curious to know if there's going to be a second chapter of this story. I eagerly await its coming .

[Eldrhnk]

Well done, my friend. Very fine beginning of what I hope will be several parts.

[Ephemeral]

I love stories like this, PLEASE CONTINUE IT

[Yachirobi]

Conflict. It's the element of storytelling that so many other MG writers seem to ignore, but there's plently of it here, Hue. That's why everyone is so excited to read more. Thank you for giving us a reason to read beyond sexy stuff.

[msclundylvr]

I want to add my accolades to those of everyone else. I like where this is headed. It's well-written and well-thought! I would love to see this continued.

[SeanMcGuire]

Wow, great start! Can't wait to read more.

[Ephemeral]

I can't wait to read the next one lol. No rush though

[Ephemeral]

Haven't seen anything new in a bit, hope everything is ok
I like where this story is going so far, would love to see more.

[FuzzyKB]

I want to complement you on what you have accomplished so far. You have given a start for a story that has depth. You have given a story where you actually get to know the characters and where the characters have value. There is GREAT potential in what you have so far created and I hope that the "muse" stays with you. If you want any help with this you can feel free to PM me. Wordshop

[Hue]

Just a quick update, I have the second part 75% done, I've just been a bit swamped with college and work. Sorry for the long wait, and thanks for the encouragement.

[Ephemeral]

Not to rush, but how are things going. Hope school isn't taking too much of your life. I know how that is. Can't wait for the story to come out, I like where Part 1 was going.

~MGP~

[Ephemeral]

Kinda curious what happened to this story, sorry to double post, but I really liked where it was going so far :3

[Bigmusclefan]

very good start of a story - you are giving the background of the characters and at the same time the reader is getting excited about the "muscle potential" of the story

[Steven]

Let me chime in again too...I was really taken with this story and wish for its continuance...don't make me beg...cause I will.