Trading Up - Part Five

[Londonboy]

[So, I have to admit that as I learn more about the real person that Mark is based on this story becomes even more interesting. I hope you like this chapter.]

When life offers a person incredible opportunities there are usually two responses chosen ? to cower from the chance of a lifetime or to embrace it with all of your might. As soon as Mark had taken off his shirt in the middle of the semi-crowded bar I knew my life had changed forever. I also knew that I was being blessed with one of those ?mountaintop experiences? and that I should not let this muscle joyride pass me by. It was now clear that Mark was pretty buzzed ? I had lost count of how many beers he had guzzled, remembering he had told me earlier that two usually got him drunk. If body fat percentage had anything to do with what helped a man hold his liquor then I understood completely why Mark could get intoxicated so quickly. I searched for a place on his stomach where I could have found even a smidgen of extra skin or fat, but to no avail. The man had the tightest abs I had ever seen and a pair of obliques that would have made Michelangelo weep from the knowledge that he could never sculpt something so perfect. My coworker didn?t just have abdominals; he had rounded bricks that had been pounded out of some unknown material that looked like skin and muscle. It was clear that Mark was as relaxed as a lazy cat basking in the sunlight, but his stomach was still tightly cut in rows of eight perfectly even chunks of ?break your fist right here, I dare you? manliness. Each individual perfect muscle moved in and out in a synchronized fashion as Mark inhaled and exhaled. It looked like I could easily sharpen my large kitchen knives on his power packed stomach.

?Oh . . . my . . . holy . . . cow!?

My stupid reaction formed in my mouth before I could even think about what I was saying. It was the most unconscious response I had ever given in my entire life. I stayed fixated on his midsection ? completely in a state of disbelief and lust. Mark registered my shock and the alcohol in his body helped him to be a little more self-assured. He placed his hands on his hips and tensed his already hard-as-hell abs, making them explode into even more chiseled-like muscle-marble than before. My jaw fell and my cock actually began to ache since it sprang even ten times harder than it had been five seconds earlier. Eight small bubble-like muscled bulges blasted to life across Marks? stomach. It was more than just symmetrical; it was a fucking piece of orgasmic art. I never thought, in my entire life, I would be so turned on by a set of abdominal muscles. Mark moved his torso back and forth ? something I had seen bodybuilders do a million times on television ? but being this up close and personal to such a perfect concave muscled stomach made me crave the young man in a way I didn?t think possible. I began to think about all the foods I wanted to lick off of that hot-as-hell midsection ? whipped cream, chocolate sauce, syrup and so much more. My eyes didn?t stray from his tensed stomach until I heard the newly confident voice of my friend.

?There?s a lot more than just my abs, George.?

Mark didn?t end his abdominal flex when I looked up into his face ? he continued to tense his stomach and smiled at me in a way that was slightly unnerving and different than any face he had made the entire time I had known him. I got a sudden feeling ? a mixture of uneasiness and desire ? from the sudden change in his demeanor. The alcohol was definitely boosting Mark?s confidence; one might even say he was becoming a little cocky. So much sudden praise and clear admiration for his body surely had to affect even the shyest guy. Mark continued to crunch his abs and stare at me ? both of us ignoring all that was happening throughout the bar. Stanley did nothing to hide the fact that he was massaging his hard dick through his pants and the two guys waiting for Mark against the wall were simply frozen in amazement as they stared at the big man?s uncovered upper torso. We didn?t take our eyes off of each other as Mark released the tension in his stomach and stood tall, inhaling deeply and allowing his chest to swell up big ? really big.

?You like my pecs, too, George??

I moved my eyes from his face down to the flawless shaped mounds of muscle that hung from his wide shoulders and had filled his shirt out so intensely. It was a chest that every man dreams of either having or licking. I was definitely in the latter category. My mouth started producing extra saliva as I took in the two globular heaps of heavy muscle that began to bounce teasingly in front of me. The alcohol was allowing the exhibitionist in Mark to be released completely. He made his pectoral muscles ripple up and down to taunt me ? even as he inhaled more so the huge things expanded beyond their present massive size. I let a slow lust-filled moan escape my mouth as I took in the glory that was Mark?s fully revealed upper torso. The man was picture perfect in every way ? thick rounded dark spots supporting cork-sized nipples, shoulders that flared out to broadly sinew-stacked ends, and a tapered shape that looked photoshopped, it was so miraculous. I ran my tongue across my bottom lip and then pulled the wetness under my upper teeth ? mainly to prevent myself from allowing a loud slow ?fuck? to escape my mouth. The look in my eyes gave away every lustful thought that was racing through my mind. My reaction was clearly turning on Mark in a way that was unfathomable to me. He brought his hand up across his correlated abdominals and then cupped his hefty right pectoral muscle, squeezing the beef to tantalize. His thumb then found his hardened nub and started scraping back and forth across it ? causing the thing to get even harder. A soft moan flowed from Mark?s parted lips and it sounded like a symphony to me. I returned my gaze to the big man?s face and saw that he was staring at me with a giant happy smile. I sensed immediately he was still waiting for a response to his question.

?Your chest is as beautiful as the rest of you, Mark.?

My comment obviously pleased the muscled man very much. He latched onto his nipple hard ? squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger and twisting roughly. His eyes never left mine. His smile turned to gritted teeth as he brought himself pleasure by abusing the man-tit in his hand. I was so turned on that is seemed like I was instantly processing every porno I?d seen in my entire life all at one time ? but this was better than any clip off the internet. This was the real thing ? some drunken muscle colossus groping himself just to give me a thrill. And it was working some profound magic on my raging hard-on, causing me to ache in ways I never imagined. The only thing that prevented my impending explosion from happening at that moment was a change in the music ? suddenly Usher?s ?Without You? started blaring through the bar and Mark snapped out of his erotic self adulation and threw his big arms up in the air. He then started gyrating his hips and ass to the beat of the sultry song.

?Fuuuuuccckkkkk, I love this song. I?ve got to dance!?

Without any warning and without seeking approval Mark suddenly placed his big hands on top of the bar, bent his elbows, and then pushed his body upward with one powerful thrust. He projected himself into the air like a skilled gymnast and then his feet landed with a thud on top of the wooden counter. He then quickly raised his big body from the squatting position and immediately started swinging his gorgeous ass back and forth to the music. I glanced over at Stanley to see if he showed any signs of being upset but I was quickly assured it was fine for Mark to be on the bar when I saw that the bartender had now unbuttoned his pants and had his hand deep inside ? clearly stroking his hard cock as he stared at the mound of dancing muscle above him. I then looked around the bar and realized every man in the place had gathered to watch this newly released inner go-go boy blossoming in the Greek god on the bar. At this point I thought I had lost control of the evening, but that was okay ? I thought it couldn?t get any wilder. I didn?t even attempt to coax Mark back down ? mainly because I wanted to watch him dance just like everyone else, but also because I knew it was a lost cause. The boy was definitely drunk and he also loved every moment of the bar?s adoration and his newfound freedom. I simply sat back and took a few sips of my martini as the beautiful specimen of manhood moved his body perfectly to the music. Mark?s inebriated state somehow gave him the awareness of how to show off his muscled assets perfectly. He raised his arms in quick half flexes ? causing gasps to erupt from the crowd. The big man moved his stomach in a way that emphasized his abs like he was some kind of bodybuilder doing a routine. And the way his hips and ass moved while covered in his skin-tight jeans made me want to return to church ? because this much orgasmic perfection clearly had to point to some kind of supreme being. Mark?s angelic voice singing above the sound of Usher only added to this image even more.

?I will never be the same, without you . . . without you!?

Mark moved slightly down the bar so he was directly in front of me and then squatted in, causing his muscled thighs and his full to bursting crotch to surround my face. The denim had no power to hide the massive bulge in his pants. It was clear that Mark had been blessed with largeness everywhere. My eyes were only pulled away from the mouthwatering outline of his thick hard cock by the fact that the big man was resting his hands on his bent legs and bouncing his amble pecs to the beat of the music. I ignored the cheering from the crowd behind me and just stared at the swollen meat being forced to follow orders being sent from the brain of the sex charged muscleman. Huge muscle was thrust up and down masterfully. Mark stopped his singing briefly to give me an order.

?Grab a handful George. I know you want to.?

I hesitated for a few beats ? knowing that I was about to cross a line that would lead me down a path from which I would not be able to return. If I willingly touched Mark?s hard muscles I knew that I would not want to control myself later. Just one quick grope of flesh-covered marble could turn me into a muscle junkie that would not rest until I was completely satiated. I knew I would do things to this hunky stud that he had never even thought of. My thirst would not be quenched until I had explored every part of his body ? including the tight ass he had recently shook in such an inviting way. I dangled on the edge between light and darkness for a few more seconds and then I gave into all of my most basic urges. I held out my half-full martini glass to the mass of hunky bulges in front of me and smiled when Mark took the glass and downed the rest of the drink in one gulp. Without even turning around the big man held out the empty container to his side, fully aware that the drooling bartender would step up to grab it, even though it meant taking a break from pounding his meat as he gazed at Mark?s wide back and jean covered tight ass. The sheer alpha-ness of this move made me accept my decision to embrace the darkness even more. I leaned forward and reached out with both hands to grab hold of Mark?s beefy firm chest.

?Fuck yeah, George!?

?Fucking hell!?

Mark?s obvious excitement at my groping fingers didn?t come close to matching the immediate rush of super-charged adrenaline that shot through my body. I was certainly tipsy ? maybe even drunk ? but the signals from my hands to my brain were loud and clear. I was touching hardness, hotness, and something so powerful that my own insignificance in the world was re-emphasized, yet I knew I had been chosen in a special way for this great reward. It was a given that my own chest would never feel as unbelievable as the one in front of me, but somehow that didn?t matter. I was being blessed with the opportunity to feel something that had taken years to build, something that had been created through much pain and dedication, and something that made my body come alive with a lust I never knew existed inside of me. I tried desperately to hold onto some of Mark?s solid pectoral muscles, but it was useless since he continued to pulse the meat up and down - and simply because the guy was just too insanely hard. I could feel his heart beating wildly from excitement as I tired desperately to press his thickness inward with my fingers. I still could not believe he was getting turned on as much as me.

?Are they hard enough for you, George??

?Hell yeah, Mark. I can?t grab much. Why don?t you un-tense them.?

?They?re not tensed, George.?

Mark was smiling at me. He knew exactly what kind of reaction his words would cause. The beers had obviously enhanced his up-to-now dormant muscle sixth sense ? an inherent ability in huge men to know how their bodies can cause other people to go weak in the knees. I stared at his mega pecs and felt my fingers spread apart slowly as the big chest expanded when the gorgeous man tightened his upper body. Muscles bugled off of other muscles ? seemingly reproducing right before my eyes, but it was simply what happens when a well-built man flexes his body. My hands felt like they were pressed against warm steel and I gasped loudly.

?Now they?re tensed, George.?

?I can feel . . . I mean, I can see that.?

?You?re hands feel good pressed against me, man. A little small, but very good.?

?They look small compared to your chest, Mark.?

?You like that, George? Me being all big beside your smallness??

?Yes.?

?I think I better dance some more or I might explode.?

Suddenly, Mark was again towering above me on the bar and moving like some kind of professional stripper. The man could really move in a way that exuded sex and a boyish enthusiasm at the same time. A light dusting of sweat caused his muscles to shine in the glare from the lights above and the mirror behind the guy gave everyone a three hundred and sixty view of his body at the same time. Someone behind me yelled out for Mark to take off his pants and the crowd cheered boldly to egg the big man on. I found myself cheering, as well, wanting to see two huge muscled legs freed from his jeans. I also knew it would give me a better view of his thick long cock. I was like a kid that couldn?t wait for Christmas ? I wanted the largest present to be opened right now. Mark looked down at me as the crowd cheered and registered that I was yelling too ? this was obviously all the approval he needed. He continued to move his upper body to the rhythm of a new song I recognized ? called ?Baby, I Like It? ? as he undid the button of his jeans and sang along. That one movement ? undoing one button - caused the cheering to become so loud that Stanley had to reach over and turn up the music, even as he continued to stroke himself brazenly. Mark caught my eye again and stared directly at me.

?This is for you, George.?

[poly-nz1972]

thank you londonboy. love this story

[Mad Dog]

VERY nice turning of the erotic screws. :3

[philat99]

What a great romance!!!

[R Chris Cooper]

You've done it again. Excellent writing! Thanks for writing such wonderful stories.

[Londonboy]

Can I just say that the connection between Mark and George is one of the most fun I have ever written! I'm very glad that other people enjoy this story.

[ghifty]

This is one of my favorite stories/series on here! Mark and George's relationship is sooo interesting, and every time Stanley speaks or does something I have a little chuckle. I can only hope Mark returns to the shy hot guy after he sobers up.

In some strange way, I can actually relate to the story. Anyhoo, love it, keep it up!

[Shade]

Londonboy, you already know how I feel about this story. Words just cannot describe. Please don't abandon it.

[wrestlejock646]

Shade, the only writing you are allowed to do is the continuation of Alpha. Just kidding---but not really. <G>

I agree, this story is right up there too!

[Reeza]

I finally caught up with this story. What can I say that hasn't already been said? Hot, hot hot! Very sexy interactions between these two, especially when Mark is being shy and modest. Cocky is nice, but a little bit of insecurity multiplies sexiness by a factor of 10. That's a scientific fact!

[MuscleHintz]

aw, man!

Mark is sooo perfect!

Keep it up!

[Mass Driver]

This is the third time I've read the whole story.
Pleeeeeease write another chapter.
George has promised to take care of Mark.
And by all accounts it looks like Mark wants to take care of George,too.
Please write the words that let them do that.
They are really great characters that are in limbo.
Or maybe lap dance limbo, but you get the idea.
And since you have such fine ideas, we want to read more of this one.

MD

[I<3Muscles]

I can't believe this story doesn't have another installment yet. It had a really good character interaction up until this point. Can you please, please continue it?

[makurra]

Londonboy....pleaseeeeeeeee!! I need to see this storie continued!! Pleasssseeeeeeeee....I'm begging you!!!

[TJDasen1]

Oh. My. GAWD! How did I miss this until now?

That's some pretty amazing writing.

Thank you
Tim D

[Kit Werecat]

Originally Posted by TJDasen1

Oh. My. GAWD! How did I miss this until now?

That's some pretty amazing writing.

Yup. That just about sums ME up...

I've of course have known of your writings for.. well, forever. But I haven't really gotten into the role of actively reading these wonderful stories until RL circumstances changed that for me. So for me, it's all new discovery. Kind of exciting to experience all this the first time, while everyone else has for the most part gotten used to it a bit, though I can see they are always appreciative of your fine works. Doesn't take long to see why.

So I haven't read any of this story except for what is just above.

But WOW!! The description of Mark is like fantasizing stories of mystical gods in legends of old. He is beyond human. He is every person's perfect thought of a god in human form. If angels looked like this, I would count the seconds I did good things on this earth, to then finally meet up with these beautiful beings. Keep your seven virgins. I want Mark!

I have only read this small scene, and Mark has sexually TOPPED me, and I only find myself wishing he would breed me. I didn't think you could pass animal magnetism through written words alone, but you've made it clear that if you are an extraordinary writer, it can be done. And oh, so effortlessly, that some of us are as humbled at your work here, as George is to Mark.

I obviously have some catching up to do on this story. I have to ask a technical question though, almost like a rookie asking a body builder about his posing routine.. Were you just so somehow inspired that this just.. flowed OUT like this, or did you have to labor at this, and hone it over multiple passes?

I f you just BATTED this out one night, simply because you felt inspired.. I'm beginning to know how George feels..

GOD. PLEASE keep going.

[Londonboy]

I do owe people another chapter of this store. I know. I'm sorry it hasn't happened. I will try my best, but things are wild since i moved to Cambodia. Time zone differences, the humidity makes me lazy, and so much more. As for how do I get inspired - well, it usually happens that I meet someone that sparks the thought. Most of the time it is someone that looks or acts like the character that is germinating in my head, but sometimes it's merely me wanting to live out the fantasies in my head. I can be a giver and a taker, so it's easy for me to write from both angles. This story has been inspired by a hot shy bodybuilder I met recently. A few of us guys helped him to come out of his shell and it was a joyous moment, to say the least. Thank you for reading my stories. I'm very glad that they inspire and entertain other people. I do enjoy them mostly. I hope this helped.

[arpeejay]

http://www.facebook.com/arpeejay

[Kit Werecat]

Originally Posted by Londonboy

This story has been inspired by a hot shy bodybuilder I met recently. A few of us guys helped him to come out of his shell and it was a joyous moment, to say the least.

If you're saying you actually know a guy who kooks and acts like Mark, who's done THIS to you in real life, then life has been very kind to you, and you are a lucky, lucky man indeed. Being a body Builder, is he on youtube?

[Londonboy]

KW, I used the word "inspired" because the guy wasn't as built or as shy as Mark, but he's kind of big and definitely needed help coming to turns with being gay and with being attractive. It was fun helping.

Arpeejay, I've volunteered here for many years and finally made the decision to take a big leap and try living here. We'll see.

LB

[Kit Werecat]

Originally Posted by Londonboy

KW, I used the word "inspired" because the guy wasn't as built or as shy as Mark, but he's kind of big and definitely needed help coming to turns with being gay and with being attractive. It was fun helping.

Arpeejay, I've volunteered here for many years and finally made the decision to take a big leap and try living here. We'll see.

LB

Regarding EITHER answer you've given, you seem to have dedicated a lot of your time in pursuit of helping others.

Very noble work, indeed.

I wish you all the best of good things in your endeavors.

- Kit -