James The Story of My Muscle Life part 1

[tjstoys]

It's been a long time since I posted a real life story and now I thought I would try a fiction story. I'm not always the best at typing so I hope that there is not to many typo's in the story if it gets really bad let me know and I will try to fix them and repost. Thanks and I hope you enjoy this.

[COLOR=black]James The Story of My Muscle Life[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=black]I was pretty much a nerd in High School. About 5’10” and 140 pounds soaking wet. I pretty much knew that I was Gay in high school and after a little while so did many others. Most of the time it was not a problem, but there were those few guys trying to impress everyone by picking on me and occasionally beating on me. One of those guys was Mike a fairly athletic and a full of himself jerk who thought he was Gods gift to the world. I survived high school, I guess we all do but it wasn’t fun for me and I never forgot the people that made it hell. Luckily I got out a year early because of how advanced I was intelligence wise. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]I went to a local but prestigious college. I needed to stay close to home because my mother was ill and I was the only one to take care of her. It was tough on a 16 year old she lived until I turned 18. God I miss her every day. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]During the first year of college I had gained some weight but the real difference in me was that I got a final growth spurt or two that made my height shoot up to 6’4” my weight was now 170. Whoopee I was even skinnier. So anyway part way into my second year I got a new roommate his name was Brad. It was October and I thought I would have a room to myself and so when I got notice of a coming roommate I was not happy, not to mention I was coming home from being with my mom most nights and weekends and I would cry my eyes out to feel better. I couldn’t do that now in front of some roommate. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Then I met Brad 6 foot and like 200 pounds from what I could guess when I first met him. He was so Hot with bulging muscles and nice facial features. Of course that pretty much described Mike in high school and we know how that relationship went. He came in, introduced himself and said “just don’t sit there help me with my stuff.” He acted right away like I was his buddy and that was so refreshing. Of course it turned embarrassing really fast. I couldn’t lift the other half of almost anything he had like a huge chest of clothes he brought. As I let it down after a couple steps and said how sorry I was that I wasn’t strong enough. He told me not to worry about it that we’d have to do something about that. What did that mean I thought, I’d soon find out.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]We hung out that first night, talked about our family, friends, lives, pretty much everything including that we were both gay. In one night he had pretty much become my best friend. By the end of the night he told me how cute I was. I couldn’t believe it he was the hottest thing I had ever seen and he thought I was cute; it actually made me think about myself differently for the first time in my life. I spent an hour looking at myself in the mirror the next morning before Brad woke up. You know my face had gotten better looking than high school but cute it was hard to see but I tried. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Then his alarm went off and he pretty much shot out of bed. “Good you’re up” get ready were going to the Gym” “the gym, I’ve never been” I said. “You don’t say” he said sarcastically. It was the first time I was teased and didn’t mind one bit. “Come on” he said “We need to get you to look like this” and he flexed his bicep it was about 18” and was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. With that I said nothing jumped up grabbed a pair of sweat shorts, a t-shirt, and my sneakers and said “I’m Ready” It ended up being the first day of my new life. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]With Brad’s support I went to the gym everyday. (Ok I did take Sundays of now and again) At first it was just to be with him and watch his hot muscled body pump iron but soon I started to see results in myself and to my surprise once in awhile someone else would notice too. By the end of that sophmore year of college I was no longer a skinny string bean I was still 6’4 but now was about 190 and looked decent. I was no Brad who had gained 15 pounds of muscle himself and now at 215 his 6’ frame was looking just awesome. Brad and I became close during those months and he would often come home with me on the weekend and help me with my mother. I was falling for him hard but I at first I wasn’t getting anything back in that way. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]During that last week before summer break Brad and I made love for the first time. It was my first time and it was incredible. I never thought someone as hot at Brad would ever look at me that way. He said that the other muscle guys around campus would often have sex with him but they wouldn’t even remember him a couple days later. He told me when I become a hot muscle guy (something I still didn’t think would ever happen) don’t make the mistakes he had with them. To other muscle guys you’re a dime a dozen but to the regular guys you’re a dream and they never ever forgot his name and worshipped the ground he walked on and some he never even fucked he just would be nice to them or let them feel his bicep. We parted for the summer but he made me promise that I would have the same workout routine and he told me I better have gained 10 pounds of muscle by the time we met again. I promised but wasn’t sure I could live up to my promise. [/COLOR]
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