Note to readers: This is a long story and may not be suitable for those seeking more immediate gratification. Feel free to email me if you've particularly enjoyed this story.
The Story: This is a MUSCLE FANTASY, but set in more-or-less the 'everyday' world. It's written in a pseudo-autobiographical, 1st person style. While the story contains explicit sexual situations, the imagery is oriented to appeal to readers who find extraordinary male muscular development, strength and unusual size to be erotic. Beyond that, the story is harder to characterize and unusual for the sub-genre: partly a romance and partly an action-adventure.
Plot Synopsis: The scope is small and intimate. It opens as the coming-of-age tale of a simple country boy. His is a personal - and unusual - voyage of self-discovery. The story recounts his exploits from his first youthful confusing sexual awakening through his trials and tribulations as he comes to terms not only with his sexual orientation, but also with the fundamental depths of his own core 'muscle-oriented' nature. The main character grows up and ultimately goes off to seek his fortune in the world. Eventually he meets a most unusual man. A mutual and irresistibly compelling 'big attraction' develops between them. As their unique relationship unfolds, our heroes get caught up in a web of adventure, mystery and intrigue.
Keywords: The story contains elements associated with:
(1) bodybuilding (2) weight-lifting (3) muscle-worship / muscle-lust / muscle-erotica / muscle-fantasy (4) feats of strength (5) unusual size (6) explicit man-to-man sex.
Disclaimer: All rights reserved. Do not read this story if you are under 18 years of age or if you are offended by explicit language involving gay men. The following story is intended for adults over age 18 interested in male-to-male sexual fantasy. The story also depicts unprotected sex. Please practice safe sex. All characters in this story are fictional with no resemblance to any real persons implied. Any reader with objections to graphic descriptions of sexual encounters between males, who may not have reached the legal age of consent, or whose local, regional, state or national jurisprudence prohibits such descriptions, should NOT read further.
Copyright (c) 2000 XH4M. All rights, implicit or implied, except for distribution by this archive and personal use by the individual downloading the file, are reserved. Inquiries regarding publishing rights for this story should be directed to: xhuge4muscl@hotmail.com
BIG IS BETTER
By XH4M
PART 01 - FORWARD
How two guys eventually find each other in this big, wide world is still as much a beguiling miracle as it is a bewildering mystery to me. To say the laws of probability were completely suspended for both me and my awfully big 'other half' seems a gross understatement. But somehow - call it fate or whatever - our paths nevertheless crossed in this life. We have an altogether unusual relationship by any common measure imaginable. You may well think our relationship is even abnormal or frankly bizarre. Nevertheless we're inseparably locked together now by the spell of some unseen sorcerer. Together, we're something far beyond what you might call merely psychic soul-mates. And I, for one, do believe there is a God in this universe who watches out for us all.
I'm Pete, by the way. Peter - that's my given Christian name. Without any doubt, my name was clearly meant as a biblical reference by my parents. But I've wondered though from time to time - and even as I pen this now - if perhaps they may have had some other possible reference in mind when they'd chosen that particular name for me, but... I'll never really know.
I first met Samson when I was 19 years old. The exact date is even easy to remember - it was also my birthday. Sam would have been about 29 back then. We are the proverbial 'Mutt and Jeff' couple, too - total and complete opposites - the oddest pair you may ever run across. But like that old saying goes, in our case opposites do seem to attract. Its been over 9 years now since we first met and the bond between us is still so powerful it can scare me at times. He's so much more than just my better 'other half.' In the physical sense, Sam is two-thirds of this relationship anyway, easily tipping the scales at twice my body weight and probably considerably more. I still get a raging hard-on sometimes just casually observing Sam standing over the kitchen sink and doing nothing particularly sexier than slugging his way through a mound of dirty dishes. To me he is the living definition of everything that is sensual and masculine. His body commands my immediate and total attention; it oozes raw sexual power in even the subtlest of physical movements. Among the very small numbers of unchallenged living male deities in the world, Sam stands supremely as Zeus in my mind anyway.
As to which one of us is actually 'the god' and which is 'the monster' - well you'll doubtlessly form your own opinion. I think I'm 'a monster' and Sam is clearly 'a god' but it's still a safe bet Sam would see this exactly the other way around.
I've been toying with the idea of writing our story for awhile now. When I asked Sam if he'd mind at all, he just sort of chuckled a bit and shook his head - that's his way of saying, "Not a problem." Literally nothing ever bothers or worries him while everything seems to bother me. Knowing him as well as I do, I don't even expect him to ever read this. Sam is not illiterate mind you, but he's also never been much of a reader. He visibly struggles with it. Whenever he can get away with it, he'll willingly defer that chore to me. His early childhood educational experience was frankly just awful, and his basic skills sadly suffered as a direct result. He was among the unfortunates who somehow completely slipped through the cracks in our public educational system. Sam didn't ask me to use pennames to protect our privacy. The very concept is most likely completely foreign to him. I felt I should do that anyway so I'm taking the liberty to change our names in this - our story.
I want to begin this by taking you, the reader, back to a time long before Sam and I ever set eyes on each other. This is about my own roots and...