Memoirs of a Gay Jock 10

[luvyalots]

Previously, Will and Brett become more serious...

Monday, August 15, 2005:

It was hot as hell today, but Brett pushed me hard in his garage gym anyway. We did chest and I just blasted through every set ? I didn?t care how much sweat was dripping off my body. I was able to flat bench 225 for a few reps, incline bench 205 and did 3 sets of 10 for flyes with 50 pound dumbbells. To be honest, I?m shocked with how much stronger I?ve gotten since I started working out with Brett. I?ve put on some size ? about 20 pounds or so. He keeps saying that I?m catching up to him?though he can bench 315 like it?s the easiest thing in the world.

When we were doing the flyes, he placed his hands on my chest during the last set. I looked up at him and he smiled. He told me he loved how the striations in my pecs moved when I stretched my arms out. He?s always telling me how sexy I look ? he said it again after we were done working out. I laughed and told him I was exhausted and was all smelly and sweaty. He grinned and said, exactly. Then, he reached his arms around me and kissed me. God, I love it when he does that!

As soon as I got home, I went into the kitchen, chugged a huge protein shake, opened a large can of tuna and then hammered that down. I always thought I had a huge appetite before ? fuck, I?m eating at least twice as much as I did even when I was doing track. That?s probably why I?ve gotten so big lately.

Then, mom came walking in and fanned the air in front of her nose, telling me that I?m stinking up the house. I was so hungry, I didn?t even bother to change. She told me to go upstairs and take a shower.

While waiting for the water to warm up, I took a look at myself in the mirror ? I admit I?ve been doing it a lot lately. Seriously, I look good ? I can totally see why Brett thinks I?m sexy?I am. Everything about me is bigger than ever before ? being 170 pounds of muscle will do that. But the best part is, I?m still pretty cut. I still run 2 or 3 miles at least two times a week, so my bodyfat is still very low. And when you add the fact that I?ve packed on some quality muscle to my chest and shoulders and legs, I?m a fucking stud.

Of course, I don?t mean to be as conceited as I sound.

So anyway, I stepped in the shower and leaned against the wall, just letting the water hit my chest, running down the front of my body and off my half-hard cock. Ever since I left Brett?s garage I had been thinking about him ? about how strong he was, how beautiful he was, how his lips felt when they touched mine. I closed my eyes, brushing my hands through my wet hair and down my flushed pecs to my hard abs. By now, my dick was so hard it was throbbing ? God, I couldn?t get Brett?s eyes out of my head.

Without thinking, I began jacking off ? slowly at first and then faster and faster as I got closer to orgasm. I?m not the kind of guy that whacks it all the time, but it had been a while since I?ve had sex. I can tell in Brett?s eyes that he would love to sleep with me. We haven?t really talked about it ? I haven?t even asked if he?d mind being a bottom. I finally told him about Steve and how much of a sex maniac he was ? I think he got the hint that I wanted to take a break from sex. Soon, though, I?ll bring it up?

I must?ve shot a gallon when I came. I heard it splat against the tile and when I opened my eyes, my jizz was dripped down the far wall of the shower. I laughed a bit ? Brett has no idea what I would do to him. I cleaned myself off, finished my shower and went to my bedroom to put on fresh clothes.

My window was open ? like I said, it was hot as hell ? and I heard the unmistakable sound of clanging weights outside. At first I wondered why Brett was still working out ? I guess I was still delirious from that massive orgasm in the shower ? but then I realized the sound was coming from the Matthews? backyard.

I had completely forgotten that Danny Matthews was back from California and his uncle had gotten him a workout bench for his birthday. I glanced out the window?and almost did a double take. I had a clear view of the area of their backyard where Danny had set up his weight bench and there was the kid, wearing a T-shirt with the sleeves torn off, repping what looked like 185 pounds.

Yeah, you heard me right ? 185 pounds ? a 45 and a 25 on each side. I guess the football camp the kid went to worked ? a year ago, he couldn?t even budge that weight off his chest and here he was benching 185 easily. And when he racked it and got up from the bench, it was obvious he had gotten bigger too ? you know, in the arms and shoulders ? they had all thickened up. I hate to say it, but I think the kid?s bigger than me now. Good for him ? maybe he?ll turn out to be a decent football player and get a scholarship to college or something. His mom would appreciate that.

Speaking of the Matthews, I got a text from Duane asking if I wanted to go bowling. I hadn?t seen him much all summer so I said yes. After getting dressed, I grabbed a protein bar and drove over to the local bowling alley. He immediately was like ?holy shit,? when he saw me. He told me I looked like I had been eating weights all summer. I told him about Brett and how we had been hitting the gym hard lately.

I mentioned how big Danny was getting ? anything to get the subject off me ? and Duane just shook his head and said something about how his brother is making him by all these protein powders. He?s apparently been bit by the iron bug and wants to get as big as possible by football season. I instantly thought of my old roommate Tomas back at Mitchell State ? the kid?ll never get that big, I?m sure.

Anyway, two of Duane?s friends from the high school band were there and they seemed intimidated by me ? like they were scared of me or something. They kept staring at my arms, though they were filling my sleeves to the max ? if I get any bigger, I?ll have to get larger shirts. I mean, these weren?t exactly small guys ? average actually ? but I guess I looked huge compared to them. Have I really gotten that big?that I?m actually intimidating now? Who knew 20 pounds would make such a difference?though I do have to admit, I kinda liked how my biceps bulged whenever I picked up a bowling ball. God, Brett would be proud of me.

Afterwards, we went for pizza ? at Joe?s of course. That?s when Duane took me aside and told me Steve wanted me to call him. I was like, why doesn?t he call me himself? We were fuck-buddies after all ? I didn?t use that word, but I could have?that?s basically what our relationship was. Duane just shrugged and said he was back from drum corps tour and was wondering how I was doing.

To be honest, I?ve almost forgotten about him ? especially since Brett and I are starting to get serious. I?ve completely moved on from him. But I really should give him a call ? maybe break up with him. He probably just wants sex anyway. We?ll see what happens?


Saturday, September 10, 2005:

Yeah, um, so I finally got around to calling Steve back today. I?ve been busy this week ? classes started, I?m back working in the high school weight room and lifting with Brett. Ok, so I?ve been procrastinating, but Duane reminded me last night and said I should just call him to see what?s up.

Well, I did and it turns out he really does just want sex. He kept calling me baby and saying how much he missed me while on tour. He was so obviously bull-shitting me ? I could tell in his voice. He probably got plenty of dick this summer. Anyway, he said he wanted to see me. I told him how busy I was, but I hesitatingly said I would meet him at the campus cafeteria for lunch on Monday. I mean, what is he gonna do? Strip off his clothes and make me fuck him on top of the salad bar?

This afternoon, I went over the Brett?s to work out. It was back day, so after warming up, we dove straight into deadlifts. I have to admit, I was pretty proud of myself ? I did three sets of 10 with 225 pounds. I was sweating like a pig by the last set, but Brett made me look in the mirror. My back is really starting to thicken up.

Anyway, as we were adding weight to the bar ? Brett can deadlift 405 easy ? I mentioned about how Steve was back in town. He smiled and was like, ?oh, that one.? I asked him what he meant by that and he just shrugged and said that if he had a dollar for every ex who wanted him for his cock, he?d be able to buy the New York Yankees.

I laughed and asked him if he thought I wanted him for his cock ? half joking, half teasing of course. Then he got up real close to me ? I could actually feel the heat coming off his body ? and whispered in my ear, ?Why don?t we find out later.? Immediately, my dick grew hard. He must?ve seen it because his hand drifted down to it and held it. That?s when it occurred to me that we had never really done anything sexual yet, but there was something in the way he looked at me ? he?s probably amazing in bed.

I peered straight into his eyes and shot him the most seductive look I could muster. ?First, someone needs to deadlift twice his bodyweight.? Brett smiled knowingly and let me go. He could tell I knew how to handle him ? he may be bigger than my last two boyfriends, but I was going to be calling the shots. Although I do have to admit that standing behind him and spotting him in deadlifts was torture. My cock felt like it was going to explode out of my shorts and ram him up the ass whenever he bent over.

Needless to say, it was a good workout ? dumbbell rows, lat pulldowns, wide-grip seated rows, shrugs, lower back extensions ? we hit it all. And by the end, we were both drenched in sweat. After downing two huge protein shakes, we went into the downstairs den and busted out the bong. Every now and then, after a good workout, we smoke pot. Brett said he likes the feeling of his muscles relaxing ? he said that when he?s high right after lifting, he can feel the blood pump through every single one of his muscles, rebuilding them to become stronger for the next workout.

The first time we did it, I swear I could fell myself actually growing ? like my lats were getting wider and back getting broader. And when I lay down next to Brett, I swear I could feel him growing, too. It was amazing. But this time, I knew exactly why he wanted to smoke ? he wanted me to show him what I could do.

It didn?t take us long to get high and for a few minutes, we just gazed at each other?s bodies. I took in every square inch of his huge pecs and shoulders, his bulging arms, his thick lats. We started kissing and ? holy shit ? I just couldn?t keep my hands to myself anymore. My hands dove underneath his shorts and straight to his butt. I felt his fat cock pressed up against my abs ? somehow it didn?t surprise me that he was so hung. He started grunting as I slid my fingers into his asshole. His hands were all over my back, groping wildly ? I had complete control of him now and he loved it.

I stopped kissing him and stood up. Staring down at him, I let him catch his breath for a moment ? his mouth was open and his chest was heaving up and down. But my attention was drawn to the head of his cock peeking out from beneath his half-dropped shorts. I grabbed it in my hand, feeling its girth between my fingers. His eyes met mine and he grinned. I asked him if he was ready for this and pulled my shorts down around my knees. He immediately looked down at my rock-hard cock and licked his lips. He nodded and I told him to turn over. He instantly obeyed and propped himself up against the couch.

To say that his back was a sight to behold would be a vast understatement. Not only is Brett thickly built, he?s wide as hell?and after just working out his back, it was pumped to the extreme. I grabbed his traps like the handlebars of a motorcycle and plunged my cock right up his ass. A huge FUUUUUCK! escaped from his mouth as I rammed him over and over again. He growled at me for more, as if I needed him to ? I knew he wanted it. I placed my hands on his huge back for support as I pounded him even harder, my thumbs pressing into the deep trough along his spine ? I could feel his powerful muscles flexing and rippling underneath my fingers.

As I got closer and closer to blowing, Brett began getting more and more into it ? he started bucking his hips. And his strong legs were practically lifting my feet off the floor ? it was like I was riding him. I bent over and actually bit him on his trap ? I honestly don?t know what got into me. He groaned in ecstasy as I reached my hand around his pulsating lats and began to jack him off, my fingers barely able to fit around his huge dick. Just then, he came, collapsing onto the couch. My cock exploded up his ass with such ferocity, I nearly fell backward. Instead, I slid down, my head hitting against Brett?s concrete lower back, my dick flopping out and spilling the rest of my jizz on the carpet.

Needles to say, we were both completely exhausted from the sex. We must have just stayed there ? me on the floor, Brett lying face-first on the couch ? for a good ten minutes, catching our breath. Finally, I slowly got up, put my clothes back on and sat down next to Brett. He stared at me in amazement the whole time. He told me I was a natural ? it was by far the best sex he had ever had in his life. I?m glad he was satisfied, I replied ? to be honest, I didn?t think I?d be able to take on someone as big as Brett. Both Johnny and Steve were considerably smaller than he is and definitely not as strong.

I just hope he doesn?t expect sex to be like that every time.


Monday, September 12, 2005:

I met Steve for lunch today at the campus cafeteria like we planned over the weekend. Jesus Christ, he seems skinnier, if that?s possible. Of course that could be because I?ve gotten bigger since we dated. I purposely wore a medium short-sleeved shirt that hugged my chest and shoulders tightly, just to accentuate my improved physique. Well, it worked ? Steve nearly fell over backward when he saw me.

He kept commenting on my body and I told him I put on 20 pounds of muscle over the summer ? his eyes practically flew out of his head. I looked down at his sinewy arms and slender torso and wondered how he?d fare if I fucked him like I had just fucked Brett ? probably not in one piece, I?m guessing.

He asked me how my summer went ? besides growing, of course (his words, not mine) ? and I told him I started dating a new guy. I was actually kind of surprised by how easily I was able to break it to him. He was like, no shit! And then I told him how big and strong Brett was. Steve got this look in his eyes that I can only describe as excitement.

Naturally ? at least knowing Steve ? his next question was ?Are you on top or is he?? I gave him this little smirk and replied, ?me, of course.? He bit his lip and I could just picture his huge cock getting hard in his jeans. I knew what was coming next, but I decided to beat him to it.

If you ever want that threesome we talked about, just call me, I said.

I swear Steve started drooling into his salad. To be honest, I only said it to intimidate him ? I really kind of want to end it with him once and for all ? and something in his non-reply told me he got the point. So I just got up, grabbed my tray full of roasted chicken, gave a subtle pec bounce in his face and walked out. And of course, I walked really slowly, so Steve could have full view of my ass the whole time. God, I love showing him who really was in control of our relationship?

[umlerian49]

I'm really into this story-- your narrator is so sympathetic that you have to root for him. Unlike most of the stories here, there's nothing in this one that couldn't actually happen, and that really sets it apart. I'm ready for more.

[qzxkj]

Really liking Brett, big fan of this story, thanks for continuing it

[chocomus]

for some reason I like this part more than the others.... anyway, really great chapter!!!!!!!

[philat99]

Another great chapter. I have this foreboding that Brett may not be the end-all of the relationship.