Two Brothers (Part 1)

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Two Brothers (Part 1)

By Richard Jasper

The two brothers, Will and Chris, were four years and one week apart in age. They lived in a pleasant, upper middle class suburb, well-cared-for sons of a professional working couple. Their dad was an economics professor, their mom an M.D.

Like most kids in their demographic, they did all the social things: sleepovers and sports camps and Sunday school, the plays, the pageants, the kid choirs, and so forth. Neither of their parents were much interested in professional sports; they were the sort who preferred tennis and swimming to football and baseball.

Will was the older of the two. When he was 14, he asked his parents for a weight set. They both had gym memberships but they figured it wouldn’t hurt and agreed, provided Will promised not to do any heavy lifting without a spotter. To be on the safe side, they invested in a professional grade squat rack, which they installed in their large basement / recreation room, and then being Yuppies they went whole hog and really tricked it out with mirrors and mats and a rack of free weights, thinking “we’ll use this ourselves when we can’t get to the gym…” (Which never happened, of course; they both valued the personal, non-parental space they found at the gym, but that’s another story.)

“I’m so psyched,” Will told his little brother, Chris. Compared to a lot of boys who were finishing the 8th grade, Will was a bit on the skimpy side. He was 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighed just 120 lbs. Despite his slight build, Will was athletic and well-put together. Chris, at 10, was much smaller, although he, too, was athletic and outgoing.

The two boys had a great relationship, thanks partly to the fact that their mom and dad had really good parenting skills, mostly because they were far enough apart in age that they didn’t compete with each other but not so distant that they had wildly dissimilar interests.

“I want to get huge,” Will said.

“Why?”

It was a good question, but not one Will had a ready answer for. His dad, Ben, was tall (6 feet 2 inches) and athletic but he wasn’t big on team sports. Ben wasn’t weak and wasn’t incapable of taking care of himself. He didn’t pick on Will or Chris. For that matter, neither did their classmates; they were both active and popular boys, enough so that when they occasional bully crossed their paths they usually had a posse of like-minded friends – not to mention each other – to fend off the bad guy.

“I dunno,” Will replied, finally. “I guess it’s all those movies with all those huge muscle guys. The idea of being that big and intimidating, well, I dunno, just RROWR!”

Chris laughed and laughed when Will roared which made Will blush and Chris just laughed the harder.

“Well, you ASKED, ya know.” Will said.

“I know, hic, I did,” Chris responded, his laughter having dissolved into hiccups. “Really, I, hic, know exactly what, hic, you mean. I was just imagining you as Rambo, that’s all.”

It was Will’s turn to grin, then he pounced on his little brother and wrestled him to the floor. Chris’s giggles returned with a vengeance.

What Will didn’t tell Chris was the thought of being a huge, muscled, intimidating specimen of a man made him, well, horny as fuck. He didn’t know whether that made him gay, like Mom’s Uncle Pete, or something else, but he figured it didn’t matter much; there were plenty of big bodybuilders out there and not all of them were gay, by any means.

Not telling was out of the ordinary. Will shared most things with Chris; he figured it was just something a big brother ought to do. He had even told him about jacking off and cumming and how good all of that felt. “You can probably do it now yourself,” he told Chris, “but it seems kinda pointless unless you’re gonna blow a load and that won’t happen until you’re my age.”

But not this.

“I think I’ve gotta figure it out for myself first,” Will told himself.

+ + +

Lifting was awesome.

Just about the time he started lifting, Will got his growth spurt, going from 5 feet 6 inches to 6 feet in the space of a year. (“Just like I did,” Ben told Claire, Will’s mom.) But he amazed himself and everyone else in his family by growing OUT as well as UP.

By the time his 15th birthday rolled around, Will was 200 lbs. of solid muscle, a gain of 80 lbs. Will was still two inches shorter than his dad but he now outweighed Ben by 20 lbs. and he was a helluva lot stronger. On his 15th birthday, Will benched 315 lbs. for 4 reps, 90 lbs. more than Ben’s single rep max. A year earlier when he was first starting out Will nearly herniated himself benching 95 lbs. for 1 rep. He was now more than three times as strong as he had been.

“Geez, Will,” Ben said, “I think maybe you need to slow down a bit. It’s not like your mom is going to agree to let you play football. And the added weight just slows you down on the soccer field.”

Will rolled his eyes.

“Actually, Dad, I’m giving up soccer,” Will said. “I’m going out for wrestling instead. Mom’s not going to object to THAT, is she?”

Ben laughed and ruffled Will’s shaggy dark hair.

“Well, I don’t see how she could, since I wrestled in high school, too.”

Will grinned.

“Thanks, Dad!”

In fact, the extra weight hadn’t slowed Will down a bit and the soccer coach was quite disappointed when Will said that he was changing sports.

“On the other hand,” Coach Martin said, “you really DO have that superwrestler build so you might as well give it a shot. You’re strong AND you’re fast so it should be a good match.”

Chris was excited that Will planned to join the wrestling team. He and Will had watched pro-wrestling for as long as he could remember. Mom and Dad didn’t like pro wrestling at all but they let Will and Chris watch, anyway, so long as they did it in the rec room while Mom and Dad were watching something else upstairs.

“Like Big Poppa Pump?!” Chris asked excitedly.

“No, silly,” Will replied, “not that kind. You know, like Dad did in high school.”

Chris had been the perfect acolyte as Will had pursued high weightlifting activities. He never missed one of Will’s workouts. He delighted in wiping down the bench, helping (when he could) Will change the plates, egging him on to do more and more, and, best of all (from Will’s point of view), writing everything down. Chris had relished the look on Will’s face when he opened Chris’ present the first Christmas after will had started lifting, a ring-binder charting Will’s progress over the previous six-months.

“I put it all in a spreadsheet,” Chris said, laughing, as Will gave him a big hug and a high five.

“You ARE a smart little bugger,” Will had said.

Chris giggled.

“Somebody’s gotta be! You’re just a big meathead now!”

Chris ran as he said the last, narrowly evading Will’s big hands. They both knew that Will was well on his way to being valedictorian of his high school class.

+ + +

Needless to say, Will made the wrestling team and needless to say Chris attended every match.

True to his promise to his dad, Will slowed down in the basement weight room but not by much. During his sophomore year of high school he grew another two inches taller and put on another 40 lbs. of solid muscle. By the end of the year, Will was 6’2 and 240 lbs. of solid muscle. In 2 years Will had grown eight inches taller and doubled his weight! He was now a good 50 lbs. heavier than his dad (Ben had gotten a bit more serious about the weights once he realized Will was leaving him in the dust and was now up to 190 lbs.)

“Yer a fucking stud,” Chris said, catching Will looking at himself in the weight room mirrors.

“Potty mouth!”

“You say it all the time,” Chris pointed out.

“I’m not 12 years old!” Will replied.

He’s got a point, though, Will said to himself. He flexed his right arm.

20 fucking inches

He squared his massive shoulders, thrust out his 54 inch chest, sucked in his 32 inch waist.

Fuck, he thought. I am a fucking stud.

And it wasn't just the muscle.

The facial and body hair that Will had started sprouting a year or two previously had come in full and thick. He was nearly as hairy as his dad and Will had once surreptitiously overheard his mother describing Ben to a friend as “furry as fuck.”

Chris noticed the bulge in Will’s gym shorts give a twitch.

“Yeah, there’s that fucking anaconda in your shorts, too,” said, laughing mischievously.

“Chris!”

“You know it’s true,” the younger brother continued. “Just like Dad’s, I bet. All of us Harper men have got bigguns, I bet, and I’m gonna have one, too!”

Before Will could answer Chris ran upstairs all the way to his bedroom and slammed the door, leaving Will to wonder what the fuck? that had been about.

In his bedroom, Chris, now 12, pulled down his shorts and let his own pet snake come loose.

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s getting there.”

It wasn’t nearly as big as Will’s or his dad’s but he could tell that it was coming along.

I’m gonna be a fucking stud, just like Will, he told himself.

He pulled off his shirt and flexed, then frowned.

“Well, not for a while, I guess.”

Chris’ dick had plumped up nice and big for a boy his age but he was still only 5 feet tall and no more than about 95 lbs. at that most.

“Makes no nevermind,” Chris said to himself, employing one of his Uncle Pete’s favorite phrases. “Will wasn’t any taller than I was when he was my age. I’ll get my growth spurt soon enough.”

Chris threw himself down on his bed and closed his eyes and started yanking. He had been jerking his chicken ever since Will had gotten the weight set, even though, heeding Will’s words of wisdom, he knew nothing was going to come of it anytime soon.

Lately, though, it wasn’t just bigger, it was feeling different, too. It would get really hard and then these wonderful thrmmmmms would start making it twitch. It was cool to beat his meat for a while, then stop and just let it twitch and thrrrrrm and twitch some more.

Chris ran his hand down his smooth boyish body, imagining what it would be like to have Will’s pecs, his abs, his bulging biceps, those awesome shoulders, all that fur.

My bro’s a fucking stud, Chris told himself. A fucking man. A fucking beast. A fucking ox.

Chris’ hand unconsciously brushed across one of his hard tight nipples.

FUCK!

That was intense!

Chris moved his hand back to his nipple, this time grasping it in his fingers, pinching it, flicking it, twisting it. His other hand grasped the hilt of his silky smooth six-inch dick and squeezed. He thought of Will, remembering the look on his face a week ago after he’d just benched 500 lbs., an all state record for a high school sophomore. Will’s huge chest had been heaving, his nostrils flaring.

He’s a fucking bull and I’m gonna

Chris’s dick was twitching uncontrollably now

Be

His eyes widened and his breathing deepened.

Just

The climax started at the base of Chris’ skull and coursed through his body

Fucking

His flat, boyish abs rippled

Like him!

And the jizz exploded from his cock, smacking the head of the bed, landing on his face, hitting his chest, flooding his stomach.

“Shit!”

Down the hall, Will looked up from his computer.

“Chris?”

[Sorry this one sat around for so long!]

Part 2: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17061

[chocomus]

Nice story. I'll be glad to see more.

[funboy]

Wow - just awesome. Can hardly wait for the next chapter. Well done!!!

[iceman75]

Wow, very nice! I can't wait to see Chris turn out to be just like Will, and I hope its sooner rather than later.

[Mad Dog]

More, more, more!

[RyBearATL]

Always a fan, RPJ, always a fan!

Dayam!! I don't see how I missed this story but its freakin hottt!! I love how huge and how fast the older brother grew 90 pounds in one year, holy shit! I wish I had an older brother like that lol I'd be doing the same thing the younger brother is. Can't wait to read the next 2 parts