The Superman App: Chapter 3

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Muscle-growth begins, folks

[COLOR=#808080]Previous Chapters: [/COLOR][COLOR=yellow]Ch1,[/COLOR] [COLOR=yellow]Ch2[/COLOR]


[COLOR=gray]THREE.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]As Derek soaped himself up in the shower, he thought about how his birthday had gone so far. What if it all was the product of some mad hallucination brought about by a new tab going around, that might have “accidentally” made it into the can of Coke his mate Pauly had allowed him to finish, after bumping into him briefly on his way from the encounter with Simon in the alley the night before.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Nah, that couldn’t be it. Pauly had seemed fine, and there literally had only been a small mouthful of Coke left in the can. No, what Derek was experiencing had to be real. He thought about A-Sop, as he worked his hairy pubes up into a cleansing lather, liking the feel of warm water flowing down his huge but sensitive cock. This thing could now get hard so much easier than before. This thought excited Derek more than it ever had. He grew hard again. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]A state-of-the-art smartphone... from China of all places. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]But surely something this advanced must come from Japan, the land of the Playstation 3 and cars the size of suitcases that ran on squirrel droppings. If China were this advanced with something like a smartphone, imagine what their nuclear arsenal must be like. Hell, the bombs were probably stored in some bunker somewhere, with enough AI between them in order to party the night away with Blackjack, booze and bomb-shaped hookers.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“He said he was one of six in existence. And I got one of them. Fuck, this is better than a Golden Ticket to Willy Wonka’s sweet factory.” Derek now got to wondering if the other five A-Sops had been received by their owners, and whether or not they were having amazing fun with them right now. Maybe A-Sop was capable of talking to his five Brother-Units and allowing video links to their respective owners. Of course he’d be able to do that (Derek now thought of A-Sop as a “he” and not an “it”). He wondered if the other owners were gay men, and sexy ones, to boot. They would most likely have already availed of the genital enhancement apps. Who wouldn’t if given the power to do so?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“What if I could be scry’d upon by another A-Sop user? Then I could benefit from the Total Body Enhancement App.” It was a “Eureka” kind of thought, and Derek felt chuffed with himself for thinking about it. He wasted little time in towelling himself off, spending a little longer than usual carefully tending to his huge organ, as though it had feelings entirely its own and required an extra bit of TLC as a reward for giving him so much erotic pleasure. He really was madly in love with his towering rod. And he was also in love with Simon Kelly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]As he made his way back to his bedroom he heard the front door slam behind his mother as she left for work. She wouldn’t be back for ages. What if he rang up Simon and invited him over? “The App should have worked on him by now. I can only imagine what he looks like now,” Derek cried, more excited than he’d been since the last time he’d received something mega on his birthday, in this case a talking Optimus Prime (he later sold it for two blocks of hash and a pipe to smoke it with). He took one look around his room in its rubbish tip state and decided against inviting Simon over. It would have meant cleaning his room... so fuck that with bells on.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Back in his room he froze in amazement to find A-Sop locked in what could only be his recharge cycle. The unit was hovering about six inches above a dried beer stain on Derek’s locker, slowly spinning on its Y-axis whilst engulfed by a light-blue energy haze. 3D-holographic “Z”s – like the ones you see over sleeping cartoon characters – pulsed languidly out of A-Sop, and were swept upwards and away from the unit, eventually fading like smoke. Cute... but also strange. This phone was decades in advance of itself, if not a century or more.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“What if it’s from the future? God knows what the Chinese are experimenting on.” Derek was suddenly reminded of a movie called “The Mist” that he’d bought as a bootleg DVD from a guy selling them out of a suitcase at a party he’d been to. The movie, based on a Stephen King story, featured a group of terrified people trapped in a supermarket as a strange white mist engulfed their town. The mist came from another dimension, and with it came a menagerie of terrifying and deadly creatures, native to this nightmarish other world. It had been an experiment by the military, obviously one that backfired on them. What if the Chinese had succeeded in opening a doorway to future time, out of which they were able to obtain all manner of future gizmos, including the A-Sop Smartphones?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]It was a solid theory, if not one steeped in so much Hollywood make-believe. He quickly dismissed all thoughts of the phone (for now), and just concentrated on finding something un-soiled to wear. Good job he had some Joop left over from the previous Christmas. He wanted to look and smell his best for Simon. Which got him thinking: he mentioned me coming over to his gaf, but I don’t know where he lives.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Then: “I’ll bet A-Sop probably already has his address. Fuck, he really takes a lot of the thinking out of thinking.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Meanwhile, at Simon Kelly’s gaf....[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]He noticed nothing about himself, at first, nor did he feel any differently than before as he made to take a piss before stepping into the shower. He felt surprisingly energised after his wank, although he was still a little breathless following an orgasm that seemed to last longer than any he’d had before.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]As he showered he found his hands pausing over his stomach as he rubbed shower gel into it. “One, two, three, four, five... NO WAY!!!! I have a six-pack!” He put it down to all the extra pelvic thrusting he’d been doing on cam for his punters. But did abs suddenly show up overnight like this? He’d had a trim and taut body already, 158 lbs and hardly any body-fat, with the odd ab showing now and then depending on how he’d been eating and drinking prior to a cam-session. Fat just wasn’t a family trait. He came from a family of beanpoles, the males and the females. In fact, he had a cousin, Rob, who was six feet three inches in height and only weighed one-twenty. He’d never make a security guard, poor Rob.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Simon looked down at himself, noticing other differences. The shower water from the overhead nozzle didn’t simply run down his torso without a course to navigate. Now it had a course to navigate in the form of two concave mounds that pushed out from his upper body, right below his collar bones. He’d always had a flat chest, but toned enough to look heavenly in a certain light and with baby oil lashed all over. Now it had contours. But how was this possible? He touched his chest and instantly shot a boner. The organ slammed wetly against his lower abs, which had the effect of stiffening it further.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Curiosity now piqued, Simon finished showering in short order, and then stepped out of the cubicle and onto a towel he’d lain on the floor. It was here, standing on the towel, his body bejewelled with a myriad of tiny water droplets that clung to him as if interminably suspended in time, that he caught sight of his face, shoulders, chest, and the upper part of his abs in the bathroom mirror over the sink.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Good fuckin’ fuck!!!”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]He was muscular. Somehow he’d gained muscle mass onto his hitherto toned body. He slowly twisted at the waist, his arms stretched out wide, and his mouth formed an aghast “O” as he witnessed the ropy muscles that bunched and flexed and seethed beneath his skin in response to his movement. Still with his arms stretched out on either side of him, he slowly brought his forearms upwards, curling his balled fists close to his temples. Two little hills formed between the crooks of his arms and the tips of his shoulders. His dick began to immediately ooze pre.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“What have I been eating?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]He couldn’t account for this increase in muscle mass. He rubbed his eyes for a bit and then re-focused on the image in the mirror. It was still there.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“I’m more gorgeous than ever. Now I have a bod to go with my attitude. I’m gonna have to charge the punters extra for this.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]His chest was beautiful, so he thought. Being toned for many years (simply one of the lucky few who can look like that without much physical activity), he’d been able to flex his pecs a little, but the movement in these situations had been confined to the immediate right side and left side of the pecs’ outer regions. But now there was significantly more development, mostly to the upper portions of the muscles, hence the convex way in which the shower water had flowed over them before flowing downward. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]When he flexed them now, there was a lot more twitchy movement in the muscles, plus if he flexed them in a certain way, holding the pose (and his breath), both pectorals became bisected with a delicious-looking horizontal striation. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]He wondered what it would be like to be someone else running their tongue across such a cleft. Precum production went into overdrive.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]His shoulders looked a little wider, too, and rounder on each side. He didn’t know the names of muscles other than pecs and abs, biceps and calves, as he’d never been to a gym in his life. He’d picked up some lingo from his punters, some of which came from places as far away as America and Canada. They were big into their gyms over there, and Simon, being somewhat new to the cam-scene, had “stiff” competition from the Americas, from blokes such as Jake McLennan, the “All American Guys hotties”, and Rafael Alancar (his favourite porn star). His punters would instruct him in the things they wanted to see, sometimes expressing to see a certain muscle type shown and flexed. Back in the early days of his online exploits, Simon had had to ask for an explanation as to what “glutes” were. He now wondered what his glutes looked like since his all-too-recent transformation. He decided to send some fingers to investigate.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]His arse had definitely filled out, taking on a convex nature entirely its own. The flesh there felt soft, but when he tensed the muscles beneath the cheeks, the arse firmed up into astonishing hardness and relief. He ran his fingers across the flesh, feeling more striations and dimples than he knew what to do with. Precum now made the entire underside of his hard, upwardly-pointing shaft wet with its tacky drool.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Simon brought an arm forward in front of him and balled up a bicep, which he then began to feel up and attempt to dent with his free hand. The muscle was rock hard and unyielding to the pressure he put to it. He drooled. Then he mopped up some precum with a couple of fingers, and smeared it all over his still-balled bi. He then brought his bicep up towards his lips and was soon tonguing the rigid hemisphere, enjoying the new shape and texture of the sexy muscle.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]He groaned with delight and fascination, and began jerking his ten-inch uncut cock with much fervour. He was amazed that he could get so turned on so soon after a major wank. He’d never been much aroused by muscular men before. Usually with Simon the body didn’t really matter, so long as the cock and the balls were something to blog about later. Now, however, he had a body to be envied, and whilst in the throes of extreme sexual stimulation, he cared little for how he got this way. Like most men, he spent a great deal of his time thinking out of the wrong head. There was nothing wrong with that at all, as far as he was concerned.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Simon made more mouth noises as his lust continued to climb towards the summit of a near-to-erupting volcano. He had the gaf to himself, since his mother (sober by day) was at work at this time. By right he should have saved himself for when Derek came over, but he’d gone too far, now, the lust of exploring his new, muscular self too great to resist. When his raised arm started to feel tired, he ceased drenching his ball-bi in spittle, and instead sent four fingers and a thumb roaming across the bumps of his expanded chest. His thumb and forefinger played with very hard, very erect nipples (more than he’d ever been aware of before), and he marvelled at how they looked in the mirror, prominent and budding, like they were about to bloom into sweet fruit-meats to tantalise the taste buds. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]His fervour increased, when in the steamy heat of the bathroom, more steam began to plume upward, this time from his furiously pumped banger. He was ready to cum, and the money-shot came full and heavy when he noticed how his areolas seemed larger, and were each now ringed with black pubic hairs. There was more hair between the slight separation between his rippled pecs, and a trail of the same seemed to have formed around his bellybutton and onward and downward to meet his deliciously dark bush.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Seeing that was too much. His lust tipped the scale against his restraint, and he let loose, cumming in throe after throe to utterly insane immoderation. It affected his balance and he staggered backwards, his feet slipping on the towel on the floor. As his cock spurted another generous helping of creamy spunk (much of which splashed onto the bathroom mirror), Simon twisted in such a way that his feet became ensnared in the folds of the towel and before he knew it he was down on the floor, screaming in agony as the sharpest pain he’d ever felt tore into his right side, below his armpit.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]For a time he lay prone on the bathroom floor, trying not to move for the pain it caused.[/COLOR]




[COLOR=gray]“So tell me how you’re finding Simon’s gaf again?” Derek had been miles away as he walked through the rough estate in which he lived. It was a dull afternoon, his birthday, with little sunlight, but at least it was no longer raining. No one batted an eyelid in his direction as he was obviously seen talking to his phone. It was the mobile phone generation, here to stay. Although he should take more care not to flash the hardware in public. He’d been hopped on for his phone before, a couple of years back, by two fuckers trying to get high by flogging hot Nokias. One of them, Barry “Bazza” Desmond, had lost both his legs in a joyride that hadn’t gone as well as he’d hoped, and the other fellah, who Derek only knew by the moniker “Gutz”, was doing seven years for armed robbery. Around these parts of North Dublin, such activities were referred to as career tracks.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Because I circumvent carrier operators completely, I am self-reliant on mono-sourcing in order to trace the individual or individuals you designate. Whenever you make a cellular connection with someone in my database, a permanent electronic marker is placed in their cellphone. I can easily trace that marker from anywhere on the planet,” A-Sop tonelessly informed Derek. Well, maybe not completely tonelessly. Had Derek just detected a hint of self-righteousness in A-Sop’s voice-emulated software?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Jaysus, man, lay off the aftershave,” said an overweight, spotty-faced skinhead as he passed Derek on the footpath, giving him a half-glance backward as he hurried along to the shops, probably to get a late lunch of fish n’ chips, if his complexion and weight were anything to go by.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Yeah and you should lay off the burgers, you fat bastard,” Derek blasted back. He knew that bloke to see, and despite that he had a good sixty pounds on him, it was all fat. Should he turn nasty, Derek could outrun him easily. It turned out that Fatty said nothing, but did give him the finger as he disappeared around a corner. Had Derek put on too much Joop? Anyway, not important, for he had another question for his super-phone:[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Mono-sourcing? So, do you bounce signals off a satellite or something?” Derek kept an eye on the Sat-Nav schematic of the immediate streets and roads, as shown on A-Sop’s screen. Derek was a flashing blue dot on the screen, and all he had to do was follow a pulsing yellow arrow ahead of the blue dot, as it took him ever closer to the gaf of Simon Kelly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“I can access any satellite network currently in operation above the Earth, if I need to. But I consume less power if I utilize the electrical systems of homes and vehicles in order to track a mono-sourced marker to its source.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“I still don’t follow.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]He thought he heard A-Sop sigh, as a person might sigh when their patience with someone was starting to wear thin, but the sound could easily have been a cat farting nearby.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“I can send tracking signals through a house’s electrical wiring, or from parked car to parked car. If possible I can also piggyback the same tracking signals on the carrier waves of other phones. Should a carrier company attempt to intercept this most elegant form of hacking, they would simply detect static and have their computers safely rebooted, with just minor interruptions to the service. A hiccup less than that of a worm. I’m not a communications terrorist.” [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]A-Sop, it seemed, was developing quite the personality. Derek couldn’t decide yet whether he liked or disliked it. Fuck it, he liked the fact that his birthday had turned into quite an extraordinary day. And once he was around at Simon’s gaf, things could only get better.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]It so happened that the two teens lived not that far apart, less than a fifteen minute walk, in fact. The arrow indicator on A-Sop’s Sat-Nav display changed into a pulsing red lozenge outside 27 Park Drive.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“This is the location of Simon Kelly,” A-Sop politely informed his new owner. Derek gave the gaf the once over. There was a broken down Ford Cortina rusting away in the front yard, and it looked like it hadn’t worked in twenty years. Weeds had grown up through a hole in the boot, and the rear windscreen was missing. In its place was a cardboard screen fixed into position with some kind of weatherproof brown tape. The windows could have done with a cleaning, and behind their myriad smudges, net curtain’s, long-since turned grey with age, hung limply, testament to the fact that the lady of the house was hardly house-proud.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Derek tried the front gate. One of the hinges was broken, and so the iron gate, with its black paint flaking away to expose a rusty under-skin, scraped across the footpath beneath, having long since scored an arc-shaped groove in the concrete.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“What a kip,” Derek exhaled, careful not to let anyone hear. A woman from the house next-door was having a quick fag on her balding front lawn. She was heavily pregnant by the looks of her. And was that a bottle of beer in her other hand? A pregnant woman smoking and drinking so close to term? Scandalous. She gave him the once over and grinned tightly when he briefly caught her gaze.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Er, is this where the Kellys live?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Which one you lookin’ for, darlin’?” She seemed friendly enough, if not a little suspicious of Derek.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Er Simon, he’s a mate of mine,” Derek lied. Well, it was only a half-lie, wasn’t it? Derek had plans for Simon, with the help of A-Sop. Simon just didn’t know it yet, as far as Derek could tell. Although he was excited about how much difference the first rank of the Total Body Enhancement App had made to Simon’s already more than adequate level of hotness.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Yeah, right, kid. The amount of friends that fellah has calling for him, morning, noon and night. They only stay for less than a minute at a time. I’m surprised the Gards haven’t raided him out of it by now.” The woman drew heavily on her fag through the pursed lips of someone who just barely tolerated her neighbours.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Yeah well you should mind your own feckin’ business, Missus,” Derek returned, pointedly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“No skin off my nose whatever you’re into,” she said by way of a deflection. With her cigarette now spent, she went indoors and slammed her door with a little too much force.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Makes my street look like Millionaire’s Row,” said Derek, as walked up the footpath to the front door. He rang the bell. The button felt stiff and unyielding to the pressure he placed on it. There was no door knocker, so he had to knock on the wooden door itself with a knuckled fist. His effort went unnoticed. He bent down to holler through the letterbox.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Hey Simon....it’s Derek! Open up!” Silence ensued. “Maybe he’s gone out, to get Johnnies, or something.” [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]A-sop, the miraculous handheld that seemed to not only be adapting to, but anticipating the needs of his owner before Derek even knew he needed something, was only too eager to intervene once again. “I can scan the interior of the house, Derek, for human life-signs.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Yeah, do it, A-Sop. I’m not standing here like a spare prick for longer than I need to.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]A-Sop produced a lightning-quick result. “I am reading one human inside, a male, but he is in a state of unconsciousness. It would appear he is lying in a prone position in the upstairs bathroom.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Shit. He’s a dealer, but only into weed, not the hard stuff. So hopefully he hasn’t OD’d on anything. What will I do now?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Scanning for alternative means of entry. Processing. It would appear that there is an open window at the rear-facing of the house. It would be possible to gain entry from there.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Or I could just call the cops and get them to break in. But they’re the last people he would want to see in his gaf. God knows how much gear he has in there.” Derek quickly thought about his options. He decided that he should break in, if only for humanitarian reasons. The house had a side entrance, locked, of course. But there was a wall, about three-feet high running the length of the front garden, and it would be easy enough to use it to hop up over the taller wall into which the side entrance was set, and then down into the back garden. Luckily there was no guard dog in attendance.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]A few too many late-night curries, not forgetting smoking regular and funny smokes, made the task of getting over a seven-foot-high wall more of a problem than it should have been for a sprightly eighteen-year-old. Derek was puffing and panting by the time he was squeezing himself through the open kitchen window. He had to fold his body forwards in order to make himself compact enough to get in through the window. Even then he had to extend one leg over the sink whilst levering himself through in such a way that he didn’t split his jeans in the process. But he got in eventually and had to gather his breath before venturing upstairs.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]He wasn’t in a state of panic about Simon’s welfare just yet. He didn’t know him that well, but he did fancy the hole off him, and a bloke as gorgeous as Simon didn’t deserve to be lying unconscious in the bathroom. What if he’d split open that gorgeous head of his on a radiator or something? There was no sign of blood, however... a substantial mercy.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Derek found him lying face down on the floor, his feet caught up in the folds of a bath towel. There was no sign of drugs anywhere, so it was reasonable to assume that Simon may have tripped. A-Sop monitored his vitals once again.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“He isn’t in any danger. Just unconscious. No sign of contusion or concussion, however I have detected a tearing in the posterior axillary fold region beneath his right armpit. His latissimus dorsi muscle has been compromised. Unconsciousness clearly resulted from a low pain threshold. He will require urgent medical attention....”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Aw shit, I hate hospit---”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Sorry to interject, Derek, but his body is still in a state of flux following the effects of the first level of the Total Body Enhancement App. Although medical attention is required, I would advise against submitting him to an examination. Although his heart rate and respiration are consistent with the readings of an unconscious young male, his endocrine levels are still greatly elevated, a result of the enhancement. Thyroid, hypothalamus, adrenal, even the pancreas and testicles are displaying heightened levels of activity and output. Although perfectly safe, it might raise more than a few professional eyebrows.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“So we just leave him like this, yeah?” There had to be a better option. A-Sop seemed only too keen to offer one.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Activating Level Two of the Total Body Enhancement App will repair this damage in a matter of minutes. Normally I would advise against a subject being enhanced so soon after his initial augmentation. But in this rare situation I have no choice but to make an exception.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Derek suddenly grew a little suspicious of his super-phone. “You sound like you know what’s gonna happen, like you’ve done this all before”.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“As a rare but nonetheless consumer-friendly product, my operating system and the apps to which it provides support have been subject to extensive testing within laboratory conditions, Derek. I can confidently predict the effects of another enhancement to within a 1% margin for error.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“I like those odds. But isn’t this only possible in scry mode, the enhancement, I mean?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Correct. I will require you to place him near to where he was when he received the first level of the Total Body Enhancement App. Then, to ensure zero percent chance of feedback from my internal systems which cannot be shielded, you would need to take me at least twenty metres from the subject in receipt of the enhancement.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Shit, so now you have me on dragging duty.” There was no point complaining about things. Simon needed help and only Derek (and A-Sop) could provide that help.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Derek found Simon’s room with little difficulty. It was the only bedroom with a computer in it, and the only one that didn’t smell of booze and stale farts. He used old sneakers he’d found abandoned in one corner of the landing in order to prop open not only the bathroom door, but Simon’s bedroom door as well. Luckily for Derek, of the three bedrooms on the second floor, Simon’s room was the one nearest to the bathroom. Still though, Derek could see the new muscle on Simon’s prone bod, although he’d not seen his rear view before, so he couldn’t tell what his back and arse had looked like before enhancement. But from what he could see of him so far, he could feel that his jocks inside his jeans were already damp with pre.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“If he tore a lat muscle, then how am I gonna drag him into his room if I can’t grasp him under his arms? I’m not dragging him by his feet, and he must weigh all of 12 stone, if not more.”[/COLOR]


[COLOR=gray]“He currently weighs approximately 178 lbs, or in the archaic weight scale you refer to as ‘stones’, 12 stone, 10 lbs, or 80.90 kilograms, allowing for minor fluctuations in bodily fluids.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Just as Derek was pondering over how exactly to move Simon without doing him further damage to the injured area, Simon groaned his way back to a conscious state.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Whuh?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Groggy though he was, he suddenly jerked upwards with a start, upon sight of a yet-to-be-identified individual in jeans and sneakers standing over him. As well as this, the smell of Joop (he reckoned it was) aggressively besieged his nostrils. The sudden movement sent a conflagration of pain coursing through his injured muscle.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Ahhhhhh.......sssssssssss!” [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Try not to move. It’s me, Derek. I was ... er... coming up your front path when I heard the bang when you fell. Then when I got no answer from the front door I sort of put two and two together. So I broke in to help you. Hope you don’t mind.” Derek tried to sound convincing, but he was a terrible liar, prone to blushing when he refrained from the truth. Luckily for him Simon couldn’t raise his head high enough to look at his face.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“If you broke anything getting in, I’ll fuckin’ break you,” Simon admonished, the severe pain he was in fuelling his aggressive response to Derek’s apparent Samaritan intervention. It had not occurred to him to ask Derek just how he’d found out this address.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Can you stand? I need to get you to your bed, Simon.” There was no arguing with that. Simon did his best to get into a kneeling position. He was totally naked before Derek, but he was always one for treating nudity with an unabashed attitude, and he’d seen his constantly-drunk brother’s banger on more than one occasion. Once in the kneeling position, Simon’s face drew level with Derek’s crotch. Even through his jeans it was hard to ignore the size of his tackle. And was that a wet stain now adorning the light-navy denim just left of the fly?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Unngh, gimme some of that,” Simon, delirious with pain, snarled, as his own cock suddenly began to bob and twitch and swell.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“This is hardly the time, mate. Which side is the pain on?” Shit, a slip-up, one that quick-minded, streetwise Simon picked up on very quickly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“How’d you know the pain is....(gasp)... in my side?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Lucky fuckin’ guess, mate. C’mon, get the arm on your good side around my neck and I’ll get you up,” said Derek, leaning forward to offer his neck and shoulders. Simon responded obligingly. Once he had his left arm secured around Derek’s neck, Derek, ever so gently drew back to an upright position, allowing Simon’s wobbly legs to quickly grow firm and support him upwards. The pain, however, was blinding, and so the two proceeded slowly towards Simon’s bedroom. Once Simon was lying on his bed, the pain seemed to ease. Despite his injury, his ten-inch cock stood high and proud. Derek couldn’t take his eyes off it and his own cock began to press painfully against the inside of his now precum-stained jeans.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Simon looked so beautiful to Derek, as he lay on his bed, his large, manly chest heaving as he fought against the pain and gradually regained his breath.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Maybe I could get you something in the chemist, for the pain, I mean,” Derek suggested, in need of an excuse to get out of the house so that A-Sop could do his thing. A half glance towards Simon’s PC confirmed that everything was still up and running on it.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Fuck that... but you can roll me a joint though. SHIT!!!! I have no skins.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Derek badly wanted to be sucking that beautiful manly dick, torn lat or no torn lat.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Got some weed in my upper desk drawer. You got any skins on ya?” Simon indicated the drawer in the desk upon which sat his PC.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Not on me, but I can leg it to the shops for you, I honestly don’t mind.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Your cock seems to be enjoyin’ itself,” Simon now remarked through a slight-smile as his wanton gaze bored through those jeans of Derek’s and into the massive meat so stiff within. Then he added: “Okay, get me the skins. There’s a van just around the corner that sells sweets and cigarettes. He’ll have skins. Won’t take you more than five minutes. Fuck this pain!!!!”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Okay then,” said Derek, eager to leave. He was anxious to raise the bar to the next level, not only for the sake of seeing Simon out of intense pain, but to see him naked on his bed, his body palpitating with even more fresh, new muscle... it would be the spunky wet icing on an ever sweetening cake.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]To be continued... [COLOR=yellow]HERE[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[JohnNewEngland]

You've got a gift for writing, JP. Many times a series will begin with a lot of promise, and then dwindle right away, but this story is steadily ramping up in intensity. You've also got a knack for writing believable dialogue. Great job! Can't wait to see where all this is going.

[2bored]

Superb. I love the frequent updates.

Thanks for your writing.

[musclekeith2001]

Awesome three chapters. Can't wait for more

Me too! it's an amazing story. I can't wait for the next installment

[2bored]

I'm so excited about this story I decided to post again! You spoiled me with the frequent updates. Can't wait for the next part!

[Mass Driver]

Man you have got some great Phrases here. And an even better plot. Now this is how the thing is supposed to be written. It's the real stuff from the guys past slammed into the new big.. Uh I mean Bigger world. And it looks like you are gonna have a very big guy to fit in that world by the time that phone has it's way. Great stuff, Man.
Please do...
Keep Writing;

MD

[JP71]

Originally Posted by Mass Driver

Man you have got some great Phrases here. And an even better plot. Now this is how the thing is supposed to be written. It's the real stuff from the guys past slammed into the new big.. Uh I mean Bigger world. And it looks like you are gonna have a very big guy to fit in that world by the time that phone has it's way. Great stuff, Man.
Please do...
Keep Writing;

MD

Cheers man, I really appreciate your words and interest. I should have the next chapter ready sometime over the weekend.

[Mass Driver]

I just had to make one of those predictions of mine so I'm on record.
I bet you have a story here that goes far beyond the excellent Muscle Growth/Wank Frenzy it has started out as.
Six men, (or maybe twelve if A-Sop is allowed to work his App through his brother Phones) evenly distributed around the world with a very BIG incentive to make sure the world is kept safe from any bad things happening to it. And one of the first ones to get the Power is a bit off the Nice scale that they always seem to make Superman into. You've made a complex, gritty guy that still feels bad about giving his ma grief.
Just the perfect man you'd want fighting off something truly evil threatening the world as you know it.

OK that's the most I'm gonna predict, cause you have one fine imagination and it may not touch on anything I just said. But I know that I and a lot of other guys wanna read it and can't wait to see the next chapter you're gonna share with us. Thank's Man.

MD

P.S. In response to your end Phrase.
"I am flexing!! I'm so freakin pumped it's scary!"

MD

[umlerian49]

This is almost like the 21st century high-tech version of the classic genie story. Who knows if it'll stay that way?

[michaelv2]

Not only hot, and mysterious, but so well written! The dialogue is perfect, I'm trying to imagine it with the thickest of accents.

[ldaniel13]

More please. This is just too awesome.