Charlie

[bunkyboo93]

Nice additions, dhalden! You're a total tease with that ending though! No idea where things are heading with Rick's transformation, but I'm hoping for up-close-and-personal comparisons soon...

[panama]

Excellent, as usual. Curious to know if you?ll tell us more about Lynn and Toni... I guess I?ll have to wait. No worries...

[Mdlftr]

Dhalden, between your "Charlie" and Reeza's "The Gardener" we are getting spoiled!

So, Coach Rick seems to take a bit more of an interest in our hero than just mere just "old high school class mates", Hmmm?

Which "team" does Coach Rick play for, anyway??

Hmmm?!

Great story, tremendous build up and the descriptions really deliver!

Makes me feel guilty for not working out this instant!!

Thumbs up!

Mdlftr

[dhalden]

Thanks for all the feedback, guys. Definitely keeps me motivated to write more. And, yes, you'll be seeing more of Lynn, Toni, and Rick...and maybe even a few more new characters.

[nnnrg]

Mdlftr - I think Rick mostly plays for his own team. He doesn't seem to be the kind that is truly focussed on other people, except for his own gratification. But that's probably a snarky and prejudiced point of view.

[Mdlftr]

Originally Posted by nnnrg

Mdlftr - I think Rick mostly plays for his own team. He doesn't seem to be the kind that is truly focussed on other people, except for his own gratification. But that's probably a snarky and prejudiced point of view.

O.k., so keep going with that line of thought....What is the gratification that [P]rick gets from ragging on our hero? Is he like the closet case football player on "Glee" - something-ski or what's his face-nack that kept hassling Kirk?

That came to mind when reading this......

[dhalden]

Originally Posted by nnnrg

Mdlftr - I think Rick mostly plays for his own team. He doesn't seem to be the kind that is truly focussed on other people, except for his own gratification. But that's probably a snarky and prejudiced point of view.

*ahem* This *ahem*

[Reeza]

Originally Posted by nnnrg

Mdlftr - I think Rick mostly plays for his own team. He doesn't seem to be the kind that is truly focused on other people, except for his own gratification. But that's probably a snarky and prejudiced point of view.

Originally Posted by Mdlftr

O.k., so keep going with that line of thought....What is the gratification that [P]rick gets from ragging on our hero? Is he like the closet case football player on "Glee" - something-ski or what's his face-nack that kept hassling Kirk?

That came to mind when reading this......

I swear, the two of you are like old women arguing about whether a character in a soap opera should be trusted:

"I'm telling you, Gladys . . . he's a bad man! She'll regret it!"

"Oh, Myrtle! Just because he reminds you of your third husband doesn't mean he'll cheat on her!"

But, just for the record, I think Rick's only interest in Andy's body is that he's jealous of it. He's an alpha who feels threatened. And I predict that he's going to bleed to death after an ill-advised full-body waxing session.

[pizzadaddy]

This is how i picture Rick... the beard made it... any of you guys got pics of other characters?

http://25.media.tumblr.com/70ba07bcd...utxo1_1280.jpg

[nnnrg]

Pizzadaddy - that does look right for Rick, except it would have to be more trimmed because he's a teacher and a coach and it's expected that they look professional.

Though on his day off when prowling for fun...


Also, Reeza? Yeah yeah, you only say that because you write the OTHER soap opera. And your comment that Rick's jealous? Yes, of course. Because it's not about HIM anymore.

[Mdlftr]

Originally Posted by nnnrg

Pizzadaddy - that does look right for Rick, except it would have to be more trimmed because he's a teacher and a coach and it's expected that they look professional.

Though on his day off when prowling for fun...


Also, Reeza? Yeah yeah, you only say that because you write the OTHER soap opera. And your comment that Rick's jealous? Yes, of course. Because it's not about HIM anymore.

But MYRTLE....err I mean nnnrg, What if he's Right?! What if we DO sound like a couple of air headed ninnies?


[Personally I'm picturing something like this from "Monty Python": http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DVmbWX4FDA...pepperpot1.jpg
http://www.bing.com/../indexes/images/search?q=...lectedIndex=14 ]

"I've had a b*tch of a day!" <fans self>

"Now where's the latest from dhalden? WHAT? NO new episodes!?
What about Reeza?! <screech>
It's an OUTRAGE!!"

[Tibo]

A very nice new chapter, dhalden.
I'm sorry I can't write more, rally. I simply don't know what else to add :|

[panama]

Hey ! What happened to Charlie, Andy, Lynn, Toni ? We miss them... Andy might be huge right now... I hope he found the other vials... Anyway, it would be nice to hear about them. No hurries though :-)

[Reeza]

Originally Posted by panama

Hey ! What happened to Charlie, Andy, Lynn, Toni ? We miss them... Andy might be huge right now... I hope he found the other vials... Anyway, it would be nice to hear about them. No hurries though :-)

What do you mean, "no hurries"? HURRY, dhalden, HURRY!!!

[Mdlftr]

I'm going to start holding my breath and turning purple -- for all the good it does (Just ask Reeza!)



Mdlftr

[Reeza]

Lookit, dhalden! Don't make me get rough with you! You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.

I told you before that I would nag the shit out of you if I had to wait too long for another chapter. It's been more than five weeks now, and I'm forgetting the plot of your story.

What's it about again? Obviously there's a guy named Charlie, and I think he's kind of scrawny, and then there's this other guy who's a principal or something at a school, and he needs help developing a new curriculum, so he asks Charlie and some woman and the gym teacher to come over for dinner and they hammer it out. Am I remembering this right? Cuz, if I am . . . this story kinda sucks. Too much about pedagogy and not enough muscle.

Please make it better!

[handsome]

Been almost a month. Figured I'd just move this back up the board.

[pizzadaddy]

ahahaha love how everyones secretly waiting

[sfgrowpup]

+1 secretly waiting

[panama]

Though english is not my native tongue, I wouldn?t mind continuiing the story if the author doesn?t mind... BUT it would be even better if he comes back... I have some ideas...

[dhalden]

?See anything promising??

Charlie lowered the glass, the froth of his morning protein shake of oats and two raw eggs clinging to his upper lip. At the stove, Andy looked over his shoulder, spatula in hand. Licking away the foamy mustache, Charlie shook his head and glanced down at the newspaper spread out before him. The classifieds stared back.

?Nope,? he said and folded the newspaper in half. He reminded himself to drop his shoulders and formed his lips into a frown. ?Nothing in my field,? he said hollowly.

?Damn. Something?ll turn up,? Andy said consolingly, sliding the egg-white and spinach omelet from the pan onto a plate. He crossed to the table and slid into his usual seat across the table, smiling encouragingly.

It made Charlie?s stomach turn.

To think that nearly a month had passed since that evening when the two of them had been sitting shoulder to shoulder at the very same table, having the (second) most emotionally vulnerable conversation that had ever occurred between them?and it had resulted in a lie. He, Charlie, had ?lost his job?. A simple lie, nothing truly detrimental to anyone?s well-being, Charlie reminded himself. And yet the magnitude of those three deceptive words felt somehow greater than that. Perhaps because they had purchased him a vastly undeserved diversion from the truth. Or because Andy accepted them, no question, Charlie thought grimly. Hook, line, and sinker. It felt akin to leading an all-too-obliging dog into oncoming traffic.

?I still don?t get why they wouldn?t give you a reference though,? Andy said.

Charlie?s stomach turned again. ?It was a mass layoff sort of thing,? he said quickly. ?If they gave me one then they?d have to give everyone a reference. One of those sorts of things.?

Andy nodded in an oh-I-see sort of way before returning to his omelet.

In the handful of months that had passed since his arrival, Charlie had been mostly blind to the physical developments of the man that had he had recently so grievously betrayed. Preoccupied by his own increasing musculature (a deep pride warmed his chest at the thought), he had overlooked the impressive progress his friend had been making. Sure, he had noticed when Andy?s waist had become more trim and sculpted while his biceps thickened and peaked, had noticed the way Andy?s shirts tended to pull tautly across his expanding shoulders and pronounced chest as of late. But where and when had that innocent, bookish face gone? The man sitting across from him looked somehow younger and older all at once. Younger, due to the glowing vitality he exuded. And older because of the sharper, more pronounced features of his face. But there was something else too?a grim determination in his eyes. Like a shadow. Or perhaps it was just a trick of the light. Charlie couldn?t identify it.

He quickly finished off the rest of his protein shake and stood, smacking his lips. He felt a certain uneasiness building somewhere on the horizon and itched to avoid it. ?I?m off to the gym. Back and triceps. You game??

?Can?t this morning,? Andy said. ?Doctor?s appointment.?

Charlie frowned. ?Something wrong??

He shuddered to think that the discreet doses of NPH-01 he had been slipping into Andy?s meals were beginning to have adverse effects. It wasn?t the first time he had considered the ugly possibility. Sure, so far as he had witnessed the simple little liquid did nothing more than inundate you with testosterone, adrenaline, and?well, who knew the hell what else? But what was a little risk when it resulted in months? worth of muscle growth in half the time? Nothing, so far as he could see. No, what sent the little worm of fear wriggling in Charlie?s stomach was the possibility that Andy might just find out the source of his new physique.

?It?s just an annual physical,? Andy said. ?Nothing major. I?ll probably be back before you are. Do you want me to pick something up for lunch??

?I mean, you?re feeling alright and everything? Not sick??

?Can?t say I am,? Andy said slowly. ?Just a routine check-up. Like I said. Why??

The odd shadow returned to Andy?s eyes and Charlie suddenly recognized it for what it was. Suspicion. He had seen it countless times with first-time clients. The shadow that clouded their gaze as they wondered whether or not what they were about to engage in with the hunky escort standing before them was illegal or somehow dangerous or life-altering. The worm of fear wriggled madly in his own stomach. Despite the effort, Charlie nonetheless conjured up his most charming smile and flashed it at Andy. Instantly, as if by magic, he saw the shadow in his Andy?s eyes dissipate, as if warded off by the sheer intensity of his brilliantly white teeth.

?I was just feeling a little under the weather last week. Didn?t want to feel responsible for making you sick or anything,? Charlie said. ?And don?t worry about lunch. I?ll fend for myself.?

Andy grinned again, openly and honestly, and Charlie felt his stomach twist tighter as his robust shoulders fell. What the hell kind of friend am I?

?So I?ll catch you later then,? Andy said, rising and depositing his empty plate in the sink. Per the new norm, he had finished off his breakfast in record time when Charlie wasn?t looking. As he snatched his keys off the counter he hooked a banana and slipped it in his pocket. ?For the ride there,? he said. ?I?m so damn hungry all the time now.?

Charlie waited until he heard Andy?s car start in the driveway before rising from the table. He quickly ducked into the living room and spied through a divide in the curtains the glint of sunlight reflecting off of Andy's car as it turned at the corner at the end of the street.

He needed a plan. All of his life, he had lived by plans and they had yet to fail him. All through high school and college he had succeeded in the classroom and on the field because he planned thoroughly. Fuck, the only reason I?m in such a bind now is because I didn?t have a plan. I acted on a fucking whim. I decided to play chemistry teacher and see what happens when I start messing around with some bitch-pimp?s magic formula and look what?s happened. What if they draw blood? That shit?s bound to show up on some test. It?s practically an anabolic steroid. Hell for all I know, it could be. If only?

He paused halfway back to the kitchen.

Wait a second.

This time, the grin that spread over his face was pure and utter delight.

[Reeza]

Yaaay! You're back!

Short segment, but a little bit is better than nothing if that's all you have time for. As usual, excellent writing, curious developments, and one of those endings that leaves me wanting more.

Thanks dhalden!

[dhalden]

Saturday mornings, the main wing of West Cape High School was open from eight in the morning until noon, to admit any faculty needing access to their rooms or students unfortunate enough to be sentenced to their own production of The Breakfast Club. Striding up to the front doors of the red-brick building, Charlie caught his reflection in the dutifully Windex-ed glass and paused to give himself a final consideration before stepping inside.

After the stark, mischievous realization of a plan had occurred to him as he stood in the middle of Andy?s living room, he had raced upstairs for a quick workout. As much as it disgruntled him, there simply wasn?t time for a trip to the gym. He used the disappointment to fuel him through an onslaught of push-ups, planks, crunches, jumping jacks, and a set of burpees that would have decimated the average athlete. Thoroughly pumped and sweating, he jumped in the shower and spent the next ten minutes striding around the house in his full naked glory, cock slapping between his huge thighs, while he assembled and ironed his best wardrobe. Gazing at his reflection in the doors of the high school presently, he felt he had succeeded remarkably.

The silver Kenneth Cole suit might once have been slim-cut, but with his latest growth spurt, he was now more than straining it in all of the rights places. He had opted for a powder blue shirt beneath, but left the top two buttons undone to display the deep cleft and tan of his chest. Even through the jacket, he could make out the firm, bulging forms of his striated pecs. And his shoulders. I?ll be damned if I?m not a few inches wider, he thought arrogantly. Better not make any quick movements or this jacket?s liable to lose its sleeves. The most prominent bulge of all, however, was the one that mattered the most. Hefty and proud, his crotch swelled between his legs. Obscenely so. The final touches had been minor, nearly superfluous, by comparison: the touch of gel tousled through his blond hair, the spritz of cologne on his neck.

He swept through the doors.

The cool air-conditioned hall of West Cape High smelled of cleaning solution and the lingering aroma of Friday afternoon?s lunch special and as he ambled down the tiled corridor, shoes squeaking, he tried to visualize Andy doing the same. He had never considered for a moment revisiting his own high school, even when his ten year reunion had come around. What it must feel like to know you had never escaped it, he wondered.

The door to the Main Office was firmly shut as he approached. Gently, he rapped on the frosted glass with his knuckles and heard a small murmur from inside, prompting him to enter.

Showtime, he thought.

Swinging the door open wide, he practically glided in and crossed to the secretary?s desk in a single stride. Looking up from her computer, the elderly, gray-headed woman sitting behind it looked as if she had suddenly found herself in the company of an angel.

?C-Can I help you, sir?? she stammered.

?I sure hope so,? he said, managing to grin brilliantly with every word. ?I?m looking for a Ms. Lynn Portman. Chemistry teacher. She wouldn?t happen to be in today, would she??

?She is,? the secretary said. ?But she may have left already. M-Most of the teacher?s don?t make a d-day out of coming in on the weekends.?

Charlie leaned against the desk, dividing the distance between them by half.

?Damn,? he said. ?I was supposed to meet her here to pick her up for lunch.?

This close, he could scrutinize every wrinkle and liver spot which peppered and lined her face. Through the magnifying lenses of her glasses, he searched her eyes, straining to see the younger form the face had once held. It was one of the first techniques he had mastered when he first began escorting. You had to, he had quickly realized, given all of the downright ugly and elderly clients you had to force yourself to fuck on a nightly basis. You had to try and see the younger, more beautiful versions of themselves they had once been. Or, at the very least, the least ugly they had ever managed to be.

?W-Would you like me to give her room a call? See if she?s still i-in??

?Oh, no need to go to that trouble,? he said, waving a hand. ?I?ll just pop by her room myself. But, stupid me, all bronze and no brains, I forgot her room number. Could you be a doll and look that up for me??

The secretary nodded limply and mechanically reached for a folder on his desk, never taking her eyes off Charlie, who began leaning in infinitesimally further. Suddenly, the wood of the desk groaned threateningly beneath his weight and he straightened. That?s old wood or I?m heavier than I thought. Better do a weight check when I get home, he thought.

?Yes,? the secretary said. ?Yes, I have it right h-here. Room 331.?

Charlie shot her a wink and had to stifle a chuckle as she sighed.

?You have been the sweetest thing, helping me out like this,? he said. ?Why, if I didn?t already have prior engagements, I?d be tempted to take you to lunch instead.?

Without another word, he slipped out the office swiftly as he entered, the door softly clicking shut behind him. Halfway down the hall, even over the squeaking of his shoes, he heard the door click again as it was softly opened and he raised a hand and waved over his shoulder without looking back.

The science and math wing of West Cape High proved to be located in the back of the building, nearest the locker-rooms and the back entrance to the gymnasium. As he turned the corner of the corridor, he was greeted by three sweating teens mopping their brows on the back of their forearms, each toting a duffel bag and panting fervently. They stopped as he neared, their expressions melting from exhausted to surprised.

?Hey, fellas I need a favor,? Charlie said. ?Can you point me in the direction of Ms. Portman?s room??

Slowly, the lanky teen known as Luke Freeman raised a boot-sized hand and thumbed over his shoulder. His eyes though, like those of his teammates, were tracing the contours of the Adonis standing in front of him. The pretentiously bulging pecs that threatened to pop a third button off the shirt that seemed on the verge of containing them, the remarkable width of his unquestionably boulder-like shoulders. Lower their eyes fell, trying to take in the fully glory of the most muscular body they had ever witnessed: the too-thick thighs that rolled and swelled even larger with the slightest movement, filling every available inch of space in those ill-fated pants and then some. And, of course, the prodigious package hanging between them, pressed so securely against the material that it left nearly nothing to the imagination.

That?s right boys, soak it in, Charlie thought smugly. This is what a real man looks like. If only you knew how much ass this body?s conquered. And this is just the front. Wait until you see the backside.

?Thanks, fellas,? he said. They nodded dimly. ?Talk to you later. Say no to drugs?or something like that.?

He proudly strutted away in the direction they had wordlessly pointed him, feeling their eyes tracing over him as he went. He grinned more proudly still.

The window of the door to Room 331 was plastered over with a poster of a multihued periodic table of elements. Gently, he placed a hand on the knob and edged the door open ajar. Low murmuring within brought another dazzling grin to his face and without hesitation he swept into the room.

?Quick! What?s the atomic number for??

?WHAT THE FUCK?!?

There was a fleeting second wherein he caught a glimpse of what he had stumbled upon?reclining in a swiveling desk chair, legs splayed wide, breasts on full and glorious display?before Lynn doubled over to shield herself from his eyes, screaming.

Damn, she does have the goods after all, he thought.

?What the fuck are you?who the fuck do you think you?what?s going on?!? she demanded. She swiveled the chair around and quickly began buttoning her blouse again. He stepped forward. ?Don?t you fucking move! Stay right there!?

Grinning smugly, he eased the door shut behind him and crossed his arms?or attempted to. The material pulled taut the moment he lifted his beefy, twenty-inch arms, and he heard the soft pop of a few threads before he let them fall to his sides again. His smile grew wider.

?What. The. Hell,? Lynn said, swiveling back around to face him now that she was properly concealed. ?How the fuck did you get in here? I locked that motherfucker!? she flared, pointing at the door.

?Obviously not,? he said. He raised a foot and paused. ?May I??

?Absolutely not,? she growled.

He stepped toward her anyway. ?You know, for what?s worth, I?d give you an eight out of ten on technique.?

?You?you saw what I was doing?? she asked. The compact ball in which she had drawn herself into gently faded as her limbs slackened. He chuckled warmly as her face flushed red. ?Oh fuck me this is embarrassing.?

?Hey, think of it this way. At least the cat?s out of the bag,? he said. ?Or should I say pussy??

?Oh, fuck you,? she said. Spreading her legs wide, she reached between them and dug her hand into her crotch. From the depth of her skirt she withdrew an impressively long and thick, shining wet dildo. She slapped it onto the desk. ?What? Don?t tell me you haven?t seen one of these before in your line of work.?

He shrugged. ?You?ve got skills,? he said. ?What model is that? The Gladiator??

?Whore please,? she said, rolling her eyes. ?It?s the Hercules model. All twelve inches of it.?

He bristled inwardly at her tone, but didn?t show it. He had to give credit where credit were due. He, of course, had comes across more than his fair share of toys and props in his line of work. The variety of objects was as wide-ranging as the clientele that employed them. Handcuffs and whips, waxes and feathers, collars and dildos?the latter of which he had endured himself on more than one occasion. Some of the clients (men mostly) demanded they be on the receiving end of a raging dildo, but occasionally other clients (women mostly) expressed an interest in strapping one on themselves and fucking him from behind. Just for the kicks, they said. At first, it had been unpleasant and excruciatingly tight, but in the end, it had become a part of his routine like any other. After all, money had to be made, whatever the cost.

?So do you always burst in on a girl when she?s trying to get off?? Lynn asked.

?Only the bitchy ones,? he said.

She sneered. ?What do you want? Why are you here??

He sighed. Now was the time for complete and utter honesty. To do and say what he had come to do and say. There was no other alternative, not if he wanted to keep his secret and, ultimately, protect Andy.

...so why was his throat suddenly closing up? Why were his palms sweating? Had he really become that guy? The one who can?t act in anyone else?s best interest even if it kills him?

?I?ve got a proposal to make,? he said. She?s got the upper hand. Get it back, he thought grimly. Gingerly, he glided toward her, gently inhaling so that his chest swelled larger and larger, tighter and tighter against his shirt, every button a millisecond closer to popping.

She snickered. ?What the hell are you talking about?"

He paused one final time. Here goes nothing.

?Do you see this?? he said, withdrawing from his pocket a gleaming vial; the NPH-01 within gleamed and glistened in the fluorescent light from overhead. He raised it to his eye level and another handful of threads in his sleeve popped and broke as his bicep swelled against the material. ?I need to know what it does. Exactly what it does. What?s in it and how it?s made.?

?Well?? she said slowly. ?You take two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom.."

?It?s not water you daft bitch.?

A deafening silence filled the room, save for the hum of the lights and the squeak of far off shoes somewhere in the hallway. Fuck, he thought bitterly. The hell?s wrong with you?

?You know, you can be quite the charmer when you want to be,? Lynn said finally. ?I?ll give you that. But you really need to work on your bargaining skills. And your conversational skills. And maybe that temper, too. I?m picking up on some misogynistic undertones.?

?Listen,? he growled. ?This is urgent. You told me you?d do whatever it takes to make sure Andy doesn?t get hurt. This is that time. If you want to play games??

?No, you listen, you arrogant prick,? she said, suddenly on her feet. He stepped back in surprise as she swooped in on him, her face inches from his; their chests, equally heaving, pressed together. ?You think I?m playing games? Me? Look at you in that designer suit. It?s practically painted on. I can count every hair on your balls, for fuck?s sake. And what?s that cologne, Giorgio Armani? Let me guess: you wore that here hoping your usual disarming self would just catch me off guard and lure me into some helpless, lust-driven desire to please and serve you? And you say I?m playing games? Fuck you. I?ll give you one thing though. You?re right when you said I?ll do anything to protect Andy. Including telling you that I?m not going to fucking help you with whatever science experiment you want me to get mixed up in. Did you really think I?d help some stupid trick like you? And you say I?m a daft bitch? Take a look in the mirror.?

Her nostrils flared, less than an inch from his. Her abundant, swelling breasts pressed against his wide, firm pecs. Through the material of her blouse, her nipples found his.

?Don't you even want to hear the terms of my proposal?" he asked.

His eyes searched hers. Their erect nipples grazed against one another as their equally ample chests rose and fell with speeding, angry breaths. He pressed in closer, his steadily stiffening dick brushed against her.

She rolled her eyes. "Lock the door."

[Reeza]

Look at that! There's more!

Can I just say . . . I love Lynn. You'd think, with a stud like Charlie in the room, I wouldn't be focusing on the female of the species, but she's that powerful.

So, that's what teachers do in their classrooms on Saturdays? I'll have to ask my sister about that.

[Mdlftr]

Wow! The writing is just terrific -- funny, fast and full of truths.

Here's one of my favorites:

"You had to try and see the younger, more beautiful versions of themselves they had once been. Or, at the very least, the least ugly they had ever managed to be. "


Who knew that being a super hung, super built, super handsome male prostitute was so arduous!?

Loving it! And Lynn is giving him a run for his money:

" He shrugged. “You’ve got skills,” he said. “What model is that? The Gladiator?”

“Whore please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “It’s the Hercules model. All twelve inches of it.”

Thank you for resuming this fascinating, funny story!

[handsome]

Tease.
That's a lot of build up with no release.

[nnnrg]

Originally Posted by handsome

Tease.
That's a lot of build up with no release.

Between him and Reeza this forum's been blue-ball heaven for months now.

[Reeza]

Originally Posted by nnnrg

Between him and Reeza this forum's been blue-ball heaven for months now.

Say WHAT? If you didn't get relief from Part 23 of The Gardener, you need to see a doctor!




dhalden, however, is guilty as charged.

[pizzadaddy]

Holyshit dhalden finish charlie before the week ends or it will firefly all over again