Mophosis part 1

[Taylor Steve]

Here is a new story. Please be gentle, it is my second story.

Morphisis part 1

Oliver was pulling himself out of the pool. His skin had a nice brown taint, which matched his straw blond hair. Oliver was fit. He ran twice a week and was the best in the local swimming club. The moment he lifted himself up on the edge of the pool, Franz could see every single muscle fiber contracting. They moved in waves fluently under his paper thin skin. Then his perfectly shaped abs appeared. Every part was formed out, from the usual eight pack, to the side abs. then he stood there on his strong legs, looking for attention. The most beautiful thing on him was his face. It was slim and blessed with perfect skin. His eyes were shining green and the tips of his usually shaved red beard hair where lurking out a bit, for it was summer and Oliver usually was a very layed back guy and wouldn?t shave while dozing in the summer sun all day. But not everything on Oliver was perfect. Although he was swimming a lot, his shoulders weren?t very broad and he wasn?t too tall, which gave his trained physique rather the impression of a scrawny marathon runner ? something neither Oliver, nor Franz really enjoyed. They both wanted to be bigger, but couldn't add any mass. Franz wasn?t as trained as Oliver which made him look even more skinny. That was because, he just started to do sports regularly about a month ago. Franz knew Oliver from school. They both just graduated and wanted to take some time off before going to collage. Coincidence wanted it, that they ran together in the clubs weight room and found out they had the same interest and problem. But there was something very different between both those dudes. The moment Franz saw Oliver, he emediatly fell in love with him, whereas Oliver enjoyed the looks of the ladys most of the time and flexed his arms or abs for them.

Now Franz was fighting a big erection, but luckily he could lay his towel on his lap and cover it. In a way Oliver knew about his effect on Franz. Whenever they where together in training or on a party, he would flex demonstratively. Oliver liked being admired and he liked to Command and dominate Franz. When they where on a party Franz always had to get the drinks, while Oliver checked out the girls or he would keep telling Franz how bad his shape was and asked him to touch his biceps to agree with him, that this was the product of hard work.
One party night Franz was very drunk and he happened to be in this sort of situation again. Oliver ordered him to touch his Chest, arms and shoulders, in front of some girls, just to abase him. But as Franz felt the rippling hard biceps, the smooth silky skin and the big hot veins pressing and popping against his finger tips he could not hold it in anymore. As the girls went away Franz left the Party. His feet just touched the asphalt of the street, when Oliver ran after him.
?Hey Frany, why are you going??
Franz tuned around slowly and looked him in the eye. Oliver was not a bad guy but he needed attention and selfensurement like air.
?Wasn?t my trype of party. Being the clown who shows off your strength and muscles starts to get used up.?
Oliver came closer. He was wairing this tight shirt. He hugged Franz, something he only did, when he was drunk. It was hard for Franz, because it was something he gave him, which seemed not to be real, but his greatest wish: to be loved by this man. Oliver was warm, not to say hot. His firm body wrapped around Franz?s.
?Hey come on I?m sorry. Its just too perfect for me and don't tell me you don't enjoy it!?
In this Moment Franz grabbed him and hold him close. His heart was bumping in his chest and he started to develope a hard one. As he let go of him, Oliver looked a little pail and disturbed. They looked away and Franz could see, that Oliver had a boner, too.
?So yeah you like that?? Oliver pulled off his shirt. He stood there only in his boxers and shoes and started flexing for Franz. He came closer and Franz started to stroke this perfect, pretty guy. He worshipped him and Oliver seemed to like it. They started breathing havilier and stronger.
After about eternity Franz started kissing Olivers soft, hot lips and massaging Olivers hard dick through the pant cloth. But that was too much. After e few seconds Oliver pushed him away. He was pail again and shaking all over.
? Hey I... I?m not gay okay! Never do that again! I ... look I will be off now. I... see you.?
and so he left Franz, drunk and lonely in the warm summer night.

[arpeejay]

A couple of things:

(1) Nice start! I look forward to more!

(2) More space between the paragraphs would be very helpful -- when it's all mashed together like this, it's hard for old fogies (like me!) to read! Likewise, consider splitting up long paragraphs (like the first one) into 3-4 shorter ones (again, for the sake of readablity.)

(3) I'm assuming English isn't your first language so GREAT job overall On the other hand, sometimes misspellings and word choices get in the way of readability. You used "taint" (which means, essentially, a dirty stain) for "tint," "pail" (bucket) for "pale," and "fluently" (well-spoken) for "fluidly." Something to keep in mind.

Again, great effort!

All the best...

Richard