Man in a suit

"Man in a Suit" - A story from England by David Michael Roberts

Chapter 1 "In the Super Market"

Richard had tidied up his desk by 4.00 p.m. It was Friday -- "Poet's Day" (Piss Off Early, Tomorrow's Saturday). He worked for a modest but busy firm of accountants in a small Midlands town. He was twenty-nine and had done quite well to get his partnership in the firm so soon.

Now he was on his way home via the local supermarket. He was early enough to miss the post 5.00 p.m. rush. He entered the fresh fruit and vegetable aisle and wondered why these locations had the reputation for being good pick-up places.

He felt slightly conspicuous. He was still in the suit he wore for work. He dressed rather formally for the office. Today it was a dark pin stripe two-piece suit, a crisp white shirt, a woven silk tie and black lace up shoes. These he had polished the previous evening. Most of the people in the shop were in more casual and relaxed attire.

He had collected a trolley for his weekend shop and was picking up some vegetables. He had to admit that he was bored. He stood holding a large carrot thinking it was too big and that he should root around for some smaller ones.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw an arm reach past him for the courgettes on the top shelf. What an arm! His eye quickly flicked along the rippling forearm, beautifully tanned and covered in blonde hair. He travelled up to a magnificent bicep straining out of a white tee shirt sleeve. The hand grabbed a courgette that looked more like a small marrow. Richard stood transfixed when he heard a soft and caressing voice say:

"I reckon mine is bigger than yours!"

"I beg your pardon!" Richard said.

"I reckon my courgette is bigger than your carrot!"

Richard looked up and their eyes met. The stranger had piercing blue eyes that twinkled mischievously.

"I wondered what you were talking about for a moment there." he said.

"Don't wonder too much" came the reply.

Richard was getting confused by this "come-on". He wanted to look at the rest of this man but they were too close for him to take it all in. He was aware of a tight white tee shirt that left very little to his fevered imagination. There was also a pair of faded blue denims. However, it was the smile that was hypnotic and had him rooted to the spot.

The blond giant put the huge courgette back. "Too big even for me" he laughed. "Are you still going with that monster?" he said, looking at the ridiculous carrot.

Richard blushed and put it down and with trembling fingers selecting some more modest offerings. The blond arm did the same with the courgettes, bagged them and walked away.

Now Richard was able to take a look at the whole package. He stared, estimating the fellow at about five eleven and at least 220lbs. He was wide, really wide. The shoulders ended in fantastic delts, massive and rounded to perfection. These tied in with amazing traps. The back showed through the stretched cotton in ripples of sheer magnificence, the man's lats flaring and carrying his humungous arms away from his body. From the rear Richard could take in the gorgeous horse-shoe of the triceps. The back narrowed down to an incredibly sexy and narrow waist. Just below this, the jeans were filled out with an unbelievable arse. The American expression "bubble butt" didn't do it justice. It was rounded, massive perfection and below it the denim stretched to contain what was obviously a heroic pair of legs.

Richard was a secret admirer and follower of the bodybuilding scene, via the web. He also occasionally bought the magazines, but he often reflected that while these clearly had a market in England, you so rarely saw any bodybuilders out and about. He recalled going to America and being amazed at Newark airport at the number of built men he had seen in his first half-hour in the States.

He watched as the object of his fascination disappeared into the next aisle. He'd started getting hard and had discreetly to rearrange his throbbing tackle before he could carry on with his shopping.

Eventually he finished buying the usual stuff he almost always went for and made for the check out. He was so trapped in his routine. He had to break free, but how?

He found a till and started unloading his purchases on to the belt. Just as he finished and had put the "next customer"-notice down he heard a voice behind him.

"Nice healthy basket of stuff. I see you don't go in for junk food. Also, you like to cook!"

It was the muscle god. Richard's heart was racing. What should he say? He desperately wanted to get into conversation, but he didn't want to sound lame or obvious. They were both waiting for a rather slow old lady in front of them.

"Yeah" said Richard "I always think, you are what you eat!"

"So true. Diet is really important" said the wonderful Apollo.

When it was Richard's turn the stranger said "Let me help you pack this stuff. It'll help me too, and if you like, you can return the compliment."

By this time Richard's head was spinning. This chap was either just being friendly, or there was something going on.

"OK" he said. So after Richard had paid for his groceries he helped pack a second lot, fascinated by the selection. What a lot of tuna, eggs, cottage cheese, fruit, chicken, fish. No wonder the guy glowed with such a sense of health.

When they'd finished, Richard got ready to go -- really unwilling to tear himself away.

"Do you have to rush off?" he heard. "What about a drink at the Two Cocks around the corner?" Richard knew the pub -- not one of his regular haunts. Still, this was an opportunity not to be thrown away.

"That would be nice" he heard himself say. "By the way I'm Richard."

"Tom" came the reply.

"I'll just dump this stuff in the car and I'll join you there."

Richard wondered what the hell he was doing, but he had no intention of stopping now. What a week-end this was turning out to be.

He reached the pub and went in. There was Tom leaning on the bar looking totally gorgeous, unreal, the epitome of manly perfection and powerful masculine grace.

"Oh fuck!" he thought, as he gazed at it all.

"Hi Richard!" came a cheery cry "what'll it be?"

"Oh, a red wine please. Merlot or shiraz or whatever, thanks!"

Richard thought to himself "what's it matter? I'd drink my own piss just for the privilege of sitting opposite you."

The drinks were in and they found a table.

"Aren't you the smart and elegant one?" said Tom. "I really like to see a man in a suit."

"Thanks" said Richard, wanting to reply "And I really like to see a muscle god in a tight tee shirt showing his pecs and nipples, with his mighty arms straining the sleeves and his oak tree legs nearly bursting his jeans!"

Richard was tongue tied and left it to Tom, yet again, to pick up the conversation.

"So what do you do?"

"I'm an accountant at Drew and Selby in the High St" he said. "What about you?"

"Oh, I'm a personal trainer and I also do a bit of competitive bodybuilding."

"Well it certainly shows!"

"Thanks Richard! I like the summer because it's tee shirt weather and I have to admit, I enjoy people staring."

You'd be hard to ignore with that build" said Richard.

"What about you then, Richard? What do you do to keep fit?"

"I play a bit of badminton, cycle at week-ends and swim occasionally. It suits me. I've thought of joining the gym, but I imagine it must be full of men like you. I'd never fit in!"

"No way! There are all sorts of men and women who work out. It's men like me who are the exception. If ever you feel like giving it a try, here's my card."

Richard took the card and wondered what it would be like to go to the gym with Tom, all sweaty and hot from exercising -- being pushed to try harder while Tom stood over him as he lay on the bench. Fuck! He was hot and hard and horny as hell and it would be a delicate operation to sort out his pants before he could stand up.

"You know you said you were an accountant." said Tom.

"Yes."

"Well, I've been having problems with my current man. He's slow and inefficient. I had thought of coming in to Drew and Selby."

"Oh I'm sure we could handle you" said Richard.

"I'd like you to handle my account personally, Richard."

"I'm sure I'd like to handle you personally, Tom."

"Are we flirting then?"

"Yes! I think we are" Richard heard himself say.

"Good! Well now, Richard-man-in-a-suit, when the flirting is over it's time to get down to the serious business."

"I was hoping so!"

"What are you doing this evening?"

"I have no plans."

"You have now. You're coming home with me. I'm going to cook for you, and we're going to relax and find out all about each other."

Richard smiled his assent and couldn't believe the turn that the week-end seemed to be taking.

"Come in your car to 69, Courtney Meadow."

"69!"

"Yeah, I know. When the estate agent told me the address I just took it as a lucky omen!"

They went back to the parking ground and Tom came out with his parting shot.

"By the way, Richard, do not go home and change. I want you in that cute suit, you pretty man!"

Chapter 2 Richard, Man-out-of-a-suit.

Richard was his usual precise and ordered self. He called in at home to unpack his groceries and put perishables in the fridge. He wasn't sure what was likely to happen. He knew what he would like to happen. He left his suit on, but grabbed a pair of slacks, a week-end shirt, clean briefs and a tooth brush. "Just in case."

He found Courtney Meadow and the small block of flats marked 65-75. He ran up the stairs, rang the bell and waited. The door opened and there was Tom, gorgeous hunky Tom. The tee shirt gleamed white as it strained over that fabulous body.

"Come in. What kept you? I thought you'd had second thoughts."

"No way!" said Richard. "I wouldn't pass this up for anything."

"Come here, gorgeous" said Tom, holding out those glorious arms.

Richard stepped forward and was enveloped in those strong muscular arms. He felt light-headed as Tom leant to kiss him. It was a long probing and passionate kiss. Their lips parted and their tongues explored each other. Tom pulled free and went for the side of Richard's neck, nuzzling and tickling him. Richard moaned in ecstasy. He didn't know where to start on Tom. His hands were running up and down that amazing back. He was astonished at the ridges of muscle he was discovering.

"Oh God! Tom. This is too much. You're fucking beautiful. I don't know what to say. Why me, for heaven's sake?"

"OH! You looked so cute in your suit in the shop. All so buttoned up and correct, so pressed and polished and neat. I thought to myself - I'd like to rumple that up a bit!"

"Rumple?"

"OK -- find the man inside all that sharp dressing."

Richard brought his hands around to Tom's chest. He felt the massive pecs and found the nipples. They were rock hard and Richard played with them. They ground their bodies together, cock to cock. They could feel each other's hardness.

"Wow! Richard. There's one part of you that really doesn't need any building up!"

"And there's a piece of you that matches the rest of you for size!"

Their lips locked together again, their tongues intertwining in an almost greedy exploration. Tom's hand came down to Richard's groin. He rubbed on the hard meat he found there. Richard groaned and searched for Tom's boner. He found it, standing straight up in those jeans while he also felt around for Tom's balls. What a beautiful mound of maleness he had found. Both men were both so hugely turned on and constricted by their clothes that they were desperate for release.

Richard went to loosen his tie, but Tom asked him to wait.

"Leave it all on for a few more minutes. Play along with my little fantasy. We'll both get naked in a little while."

Tom pulled away and tugged the tee shirt out of his jeans and over his head. Richard gasped at what was revealed. No magazine photograph, no you tube clip or porno movie could have prepared him for the reality. Here he was holding a bodybuilder in his arms -- being held by a bodybuilder. He was almost overwhelmed by the warmth of this man, by his smell, the smell of desire, by the feel of the muscles everywhere -- moving and rippling in response to his every touch. Tom was so hard and his skin felt so paper-thin over those fantastic muscles.

Richard thought he was going to explode there and then. It took all his concentration to hold back.

Tom pulled back again and kicked off his trainers. He undid his belt and pulled his jeans down over his tree trunk legs -- his quads rippled and separated as he strained the denim down. He stood there in a pair of white briefs, his cock- head soaring above the top of them, hard and proud against his abs. Richard stood and looked wonderingly at the feast he was being offered.

"Come here my Richard-man-in-a-suit. It's all yours. Whatever you want!"

Richard thought he had died and gone to heaven. He sank back into those Herculean arms. Then Tom took charge again. He loosened Richard's tie and pulled it off. He went down on his knees and undid his shoe-laces and pulled off the shoes and then the socks. He stood up and released Richard's belt and pulled it slowly through the belt loops. He undid the flies on the trousers and reached inside to the warmth of Richard's crotch. Richard's briefs were damp with precum.

"Don't touch me there, or I'll go off. I don't want to do that yet."

Tom pulled the trousers down and Richard stepped out of them. Then he undid the shirt buttons one by one and slipped the shirt off over Richard's shoulders. They were both now just in their briefs.

"Look at you!" said Tom "all hairy. God! What a bush under your arm-pits! I like a bit of chest hair and a nice glory trail disappearing into a man's underpants. You're so lean and super fit. And look at your dick. You could give any guy a good time with that! Oh yeah, Richard, you really are going to handle my account personally!"

Tom pushed his briefs down and kicked them away. He stood before Richard in all his naked glory. Richard fell to his knees in total worship. He buried his face in Tom's cock and balls and licked slowly up the gargantuan shaft. He was guessing this was easily a good, thick nine incher. He went down on it and Tom sighed deeply and happily.

Richard slurped and chewed for a few minutes when Tom said "Feel me up, buddy".

Richard wasn't sure what was required.

"Go on. Feel my muscles. I want you to get the feel of this body I'm giving you tonight."

Richard reached out and put his hands on either side of Tom's neck. He felt the traps and massaged them, kneading them and pushing them. Tom tensed them so that they stood up higher, veins popping up on both traps and delts. Richard felt out the shoulders. The great rounded mounds of muscle seemed as big as Tom's head, hard and powerfull. He slid his hands down Tom's arms. Even with both hands he couldn't reach round the unflexed biceps and triceps. Tom lifted his arms and did a double biceps. The muscles jumped to a huge peak and hardness. Richard felt them, awed by their size and density. Tom dropped his left arm and invited Richard to feel his right arm. He flexed and relaxed, he flexed again, relaxed and flexed again twisting his wrist and forearm. Richard couldn't believe what he was seeing and feeling. The muscles seemed to grow and harden even more, right there before his eyes -- mountainous and patterned with a deep map of rope-like veins.

Richard was in seventh heaven. He didn't realise yet that this was as big a turn on for Tom as for him. His dick was in overdrive producing a bubbling flow of precum that was wetting his briefs as it oozed down his shaft.

He ran his hands over Tom's chest. Wherever he touched, Tom flexed and moved and rippled in an orgiastic display of muscle control. Richard leaned forward to lick Tom's tits. Without warning, Tom pushed down on his abs and his mid section jumped into play. His six-pack was perfectly matched and aligned. The abdominal muscles were big and deep. They stood out leaving deep ridges between them for Richard to explore with his eager tongue

"Come on Richard, chew on my tits. Bite them! Eat my nips!"

Richard was only too happy to oblige. He applied teeth and lips to nipples that stood proud and hard while Tom squirmed and moaned.

Now he reached his hands round Tom's back. He was tracing the lats that pushed Tom's arms out from his body. While he held on, Tom did a slow lat spread. Richard felt his hands being pushed further and further apart as Tom pushed wider and wider. It was monstrous and beautiful all at the same time. He felt he never wanted to let go.

Tom guided his hands down -- away from his cock for the moment.

"Feel my arse" he commanded.

The body builder's glutes were huge and steel-like in their hardness and Tom was able to flex them and move them in an unimaginable way. Richard's mouth had gone dry and he almost felt faint as his hands were guided round to Tom's quads. Tom flexed and his thighs sprang into an orgy of separated and striated muscle that looked like something off an anatomical chart. Richard caressed them up and down, lingering at the point where the top of the legs disappeared into Tom's briefs.

Tom then turned around. He showed Richard a lat spread from the back and invited his worshipper to feel the size and quality of a back that regularly sent audiences wild. Then he suddenly hit a double biceps from the back, scrunching and heaving every muscle in his back into deep ridges. It was an experience that Richard thought could not be topped.

That was until Tom turned around and did a most muscular. Every muscle on that stupendous body seemed to jump to attention, every knotted vein sang to the surface of the cling-film skin. It was too much for Richard. His body jerked and he cried out:

"Aw fuck! I've come. Shit man! I just can't hold on any longer! I can't control it!"

There was cum everywhere, sploogeing out of Richard's cock which had broken free of his briefs. It hit Tom fair and square all over his abs, pecs and face.

"Yeah! Shoot it for me. Anoint me with your homage. Then feed me with it!"

Richard scooped up a handful and gave it to Tom who ate it greedily.

"Lick me clean!" he said "then give it me from your mouth".

Richard licked the blond Adonis clean and leaned forward to kiss him. He tasted himself in this man and he was terribly, wonderfully excited and turned on. They kissed and tasted each other long and hard, their sticky bodies and legs entwined, straining and reaching for each other..

"I'm sorry I came so quickly. I just couldn't help it. It's all so exciting and mind blowing."

"Don't worry. The night is young and we are too. I'll boil you up again and I still have my own supplies intact! In the meantime let's rest a bit. Are you hungry? Would you like to eat or wait".

Food was the last thing on Richard's mind. Tom was right. They needed a rest and time to refill the tank!

"What about a drink?" Tom asked.

"Fine" said Richard.

They sat together on the sofa. Richard had kicked off his briefs so they were both naked. Occasionally they reached out for each other, stroking and caressing, as they chatted away and got to know each other better.

"OK! You've done the outside. Time to explore the interior!"

Richard was really taken aback.

"I thought you'd want to fuck me, not the other way round."

"Don't fret. I do seriously want to fuck you really hard, and I will, but not before you've shoved that nice meaty cock of yours up my arse and hosed me inside. Come on. Let's be comfortable in the bedroom."

.

They went into the bedroom. They lay naked and entwined on the bed, kissing, touching, exploring, licking. Then Tom moved down the bed so that his face was lined up wth Richard's cock and Richard had a face-full of his meat.

"Remember my address. Number 69" he quipped.

Richard went for it and Tom followed. They ate each other's arses probing deep with eager and hungry tongues. They slurped on each other's balls. Both men were gasping and moaning, begging for more.

Tom reached out to a bedside cabinet and found a tube of lube. He greased up a finger and went for Richard's hole. Tom just loved arse. The puckered hole looked so inviting, hidden away between his lover's legs. He slipped in with one, and then with two fingers. Richard groaned and bucked. Tom found the love button inside his man.

"Oh yeeees!! Yeeees!! Stroke on that! God! That feels so good. Give me another finger. Open me up. Stretch my hole and master me!"

Tom obliged, while making sure that Richard also found the lube. His partner caught on pretty quickly. Soon they were both fingering each other up and the temperature was really rising. Richard was excited to see that Tom had such an eager hole.

Tom pulled out of him and manoeuvred up the bed.

"Come on, Richard. Give me that cock of yours".

He knelt doggy style on the bed. Richard got up and stood at the foot of the bed, surveying what was on offer. The arse was beautiful -- trained, sculpted and strong. He tried to take in the hams, leg biceps and calves. Tom's back flared out, up to the wide and lovely shoulders. He was supporting himself on arms where the triceps were flexed and hard.

Richard parted Tom's legs. His balls hung down, a lovely sack and two incredible globes. It was almost too much to take in. Then Tom put his hands to his arse and pulled the cheeks apart.

Richard gasped. "He wants me to fuck him. This is my homage to him, my worship, my offering!!"

Richard's cock was painfully hard. He had eight and half very thick inches of cut meat. He had a big head on it that he sometimes had trouble getting in past the first hurdle.

"For fuck's sake, Richard, give it me. I really need this!" Richard lined up and pushed. Tom was nice and tight and he groaned as Richard's fuck meat stretched him to gain entrance. Suddenly he was in and pushing deeper.

"Oh man! You're big! Fuck! Oh yes! Yes! Don't stop. Give me all you've got!"

Richard was in up to the hilt and his balls were swinging against Tom's arse. He had his hands on Tom's delts and he started the fuck in earnest.

"Pull on my tits" came the command.

He reached his hands round and found Tom's tits. He was really charged up now, banging in and out of the muscle god for all he was worth. This was way beyond anything he had ever hoped for or imagined. He really was going to hose Tom inside.

He felt the build up coming. He tried to control it and make it last. Tom's hole was doing wonderful things to his cock as his balls slapped away against him.

Now it was coming. Everything was boiling up. The whole of Richard was becoming one incredible orgasm. His cock and balls felt as though they were going to explode.

"AAAAAAGH!! OOOOH YEEEEES!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU TO HEAVEN AND BACK!!"

Tom felt it deep inside him. Great dollops of cum being shot and planted deep in his guts. It was the ultimate offering of one man to another.

"Oh Richard-my-man-in-a-suit, you did it for me. You gave it me all."

Richard collapsed on to Tom's lovely back, trembling and sobbing in spent ecstasy. That was when Tom pulled off Richard and deftly and quickly had Richard on his back.

"My turn to say thank you" he said.

Richard saw that Tom was still hard, sporting a magnificent boner -- nine inches of rampant cock that he had been saving very carefully for this moment. Tom was superb in his muscular and manly perfection. Richard had reached the zenith of his fantasy come to life.

As he looked at the cock on offer and the beautiful balls swinging there, he knew he was up for the challenge. His was no virgin arse, but tonight was a unique experience.

"Fuck me Tom! This is what I've wanted from the moment I saw you. I'm yours. Whatever you like."

Tom had his cock against Richard's hole. He teased him with it while they kissed. Then he reared up and pushed. He looked down, watching his cock disappear into the seemingly tiny hole eagerly opening up to receive him.

Even so, Richard gasped as he was mastered. The cock head was in, and it was gripped hard and tight. Tom smiled a lazy, satisfied smile. He pushed on and on. When would he be all in? Richard shivered, arched his back and took it all, clenching around the huge invasion of his body. Tom got going. He began with short strokes and built up to deep, long thrusts. He was like a battering ram in Richard's guts and Richard was loving it and wanting more and more.

Tom felt he wanted to slow down. He pulled out and lay beside Richard. He lifted his cock so that it was at right angles to his abs.

"Climb on that and ride me " he said.

Richard climbed on to Tom and lined his arse up with Tom's magnificence. Slowly he let himself slide down, inch by glorious inch. He pushed himself right down and pulled himself up -- then down again, as he built up to a steady rate of thrusts. Tom was pushing too and all the while Richard could look and wonder at the physical perfection beneath him. He stroked those great slabs of pec meat and kneaded Tom's amazing and fully erect tits. He leaned down on the rock hard abs.

To his surprise Richard felt his balls creaming again -- for a third time tonight. Tom hadn't come at all yet, but he was watching Richard carefully.

"Are you coming to the boil again mate?"

"Yeah! You just don't know how much you've got me going."

"Oh yes I bloody do!"

Tom lifted Richard off his cock and shoved him on his back. He spread his legs, pushing his knees back on to his chest. Then he was in again and this time the fucking was serious. He was pushing deep, varying the strokes and angles and Richard was crying out in ecstasy.

"Oh God Tom! I can't bear it! Fuck me! Don't stop! Yeah! Like that."

Richard exploded. His arse was gripping Tom's dick for dear life and he shot his load all over his face, the wall, the bed, the bed head.

Tom came too. He unloaded himself of all that he had been saving and controlling all evening -- wad after wad inside Richard. They were both astonished at the intensity of it all, soaked in cum and sweat, breathless and ecstatic. Tom pulled out of Richard and contemplated the gaping hole that he had just serviced. His jizz was flowing out of it. He scooped some up and rubbed it onto Richard's hairy chest and then kissed the matted cummy hair. He leaned up to kiss Richard and they locked lips and tongues, wanting to taste each other and somehow to prolong the moment.

"Wow! I reckon I really did rumple my man-in-a-sui." said Tom.

They forgot about supper and fell into a deep sleep. They woke the next morning and fucked again before showering together and having breakfast.

Chapter Three -- Plans

They were sitting together at the table, both in shorts. Richard was still amazed by the power of Tom's physical presence and by all that had happened since they had met in the supermarket. His eyes lingered on the muscles and the veins showing dark beneath the paper-thin skin.

"Hell Tom! I'd give anything to have a body like yours. You are so incredible, I can hardly take it in."

"Are you really serious? If you did have a body like this you wouldn't be my man-in-a- suit any more. I might miss that."

"You'd have to manage then, wouldn't you. The suit thing is just fantasy. You can't tell me you've built a body like you've got and you don't find it attractive on other men."

"Of course I do! The suit thing is just a challenge -- being confronted with all that buttoned up correctness and wanting to mess it up and blow it to smithereens."

"You certainly managed that all right last night -- and this morning! I can't believe it. But I still go back to what I was saying. My fantasy is to look like you. To have a body that just stops people in their tracks and makes them think "what the fuck was that?". That's what you did to me yesterday."

"It doesn't need to stay a fantasy, not if you're really serious. Let's see, how old are you?"

"I'm 29 -- just."

"OK -- so you'd be starting late. I started at 14 and I'm 25 now. Still, you're fit and lean, so you wouldn't be battling to lose fat before you started to build muscle. The challenge would be to build up your weight in the right way. Come into the bathroom and let's weigh and measure you."

Richard was quickly on the scales. He came in at 11 stones or 154lbs. He was six foot and his chest measured 39 inches. Tom gauged his basic frame. He already had broad shoulders and a narrow waist -- this measured at 30 inches. His legs were reasonably developed from cycling but the overall impression was of a gangling, pretty skinny individual. "Right" said Tom "your BMI is good. You could be a project for me -- well really for both of us. Let's set your 33rd birthday as our goal. By then we would need to have increased your weight to 15 stones -- another 70 pounds -- up to a very nice 210 pounds! We should aim to pack 9 inches on to your chest -- 48 inches is a nice measurement. It would be good to keep your waist at around 32 inches and we would need to build up your arse and your legs -- in fact everything would need to grow, especially your arms and shoulders. The whole lot really."

"You reckon you could do that for me -- in just four years?"

"No Richard. I won't be doing it. You will. You'll have to give yourself to me body and soul. You'll have to work like stink in the gym, you'll have to eat like mad -- but only the right stuff. You'll also have to take my advice on supplements to boost your gains and give you the energy you're going to need. But you will be the one, working with me. I promise you my commitment to this project. Your life, not just your body is going to change. Tell me if that is what you want -- really."

Richard knew that he'd finally talked himself into a corner. He was on the spot. He looked at Tom and then thought of some of his bodybuilding heroes: Ronny Rockel, Kevin Levrone, Shawn Ray. Just imagine merely being on the lower slopes of the same mountain as those gods!

"Yes Tom. I want it really bad. Body and soul, you said. You've already got it!"

Tom smiled. "Good bye Man-in-a-suit." he said. He went into the second bedroom he used as an office and found a little blue note-book.

"This'll be our plan of campaign." he said. "I'm going to be working on this and by next Wednesday we are going to hit the gym and get going. This isn't work for me, by the way. This is friendship. "Body and soul" works both ways you know."

They spent a pleasant Saturday together. Richard took Tom to see his Victorian terraced house. They walked in the park. They went back to Tom's and while Richard knocked up a nice salade nicoise, Tom worked on the little blue book. They ate and chatted about plans. Richard showed Tom some of his favourite muscle stars on the web.

"Wow man! You don't want much do you?" said Richard. Tom just blushed now that he'd admitted his dream out in the open.

They fucked that night, woke up Sunday and spent the morning in bed and fucked some more. All the time Richard felt that this chance meeting with Tom had brought him to a cross-roads in his life. He'd chosen the way to go and now he wasn't travelling alone any more.

Chapter 4 "We have Lift-off" Wednesday came and Tom was waiting for Richard outside work. Richard had his gym bag and they set off for "Bodywise", the gym where Tom trained and also dealt with a number of his clients.

Richard was nervous, still convinced that the gym would be entirely peopled by Mr Universes. Of course it wasn't. Tom introduced him to the owner, Brandon, a beefy guy in his fifties. The place had plenty of equipment, but it wasn't one of those polished crome and gleaming steel palaces. It was a good basic and friendly place to pump iron.

They changed and went into the training area. Tom introduced Richard to the various machines. They did their CV and then got to work on the weights. Tom called it their "reward" after the tread-mill and the exercise bike. Richard was elated and scared all at the same time. He couldn't believe how heavy a ten-kilo dumbbell felt and wondered if he had made a ghastly mistake.

But then it sort of clicked. He remembered the plan and the aim. He looked at Tom, his magnificent body straining and rippling in a perfectly white "Y" back tank top. He made a vow to himself and to Tom that he would stick with it.

They showered after their work out. There was no one else there and Tom reached over and kissed Richard.

"Well done! We've started!"

They went back to Richard's and ate, watched some T.V. and Tom stayed in the little house for the second time. Their love-making had a note of triumph and celebration to it. Tom offered Richard a pretty heavy load of spunk as they gobbled each other.

"Think of it as my first contribution to the supplementary vitamins and minerals you need now." he joked.

Richard swallowed the lot. "If it's served like that I shan't mind at all." he replied.

Their life assumed a routine with some novel elements for Richard. He met a number of Tom's bodybuilding friends, wondering where they had been hiding all his life. They also went to bodybuilding shows and expos. Tom competed in some and Richard went to help him prepare in the pumping up room.

All the while the training went on. Richard loved it and couldn't believe the progress he was making, both in terms of what he was lifting and of what was happening to his body. Four hard sessions a week and six meals a day were making their impact

In a year he had packed four inches on his chest and his arms taped fifteen inches. He was also noticing lats swelling under his arms and his legs were getting chunkier. He had even begun to enjoy working his abs and could see the beginnings of a six pack showing. Tom was amazed and said that they mightn't need the four years they had allowed in order to achieve their goal.

Richard's suits, needless to say were redundant. He bought a couple of replacements but had quickly outgrown them. He settled on an alternative of jackets and slacks.

One day, Tom came by and was clearly excited.

"Andy, my little brother is getting married. He wants me to be best man. I shall have to get a suit! Come with me on Saturday and help me choose. I really want to look right for him on the day."

On Saturday they went into Birmingham to the only shop where Tom might find a suit to fit him. It was called "High and Mighty". Even here they were unsuccessful. Tom wasn't too high, but he was certainly too mighty. Even the shirt with the nineteen-inch collar was stretched over his pecs, shoulders and arms. Richard thought it looked veeeery sexy.

They were directed to a men's outfitters that offered a made to measure service.

"May I help you sir?" asked the middle aged assistant.

"Yes" said Tom "I'd like to be measured for a suit for my brother's wedding."

The assistant looked at the mountainous man before him and gulped. He took out his tape measure as Tom stood there in a black tee shirt.

The whole process was almost comical. The tape stretched around Tom's chest at 52 inches. The man checked again and then again. He couldn't believe Tom's neck and traps and while the sleeve length was normal he again had to treble check the upper arm measurement. And how could a man with these measurements stand there with a 32 inch waist and sport thighs nearly as big as his waist?

He sent for another assistant. He turned out to be a gay guy who nearly fainted and took a long time with Tom's inside leg measurement. "And which side does sir dress?" he asked, as though his probing fingers hadn't already found out.

With the measuring process complete they chose a smart mid-grey all wool cloth.

"First fitting in a month sir, the completed suit in six weeks. Also, I think I'd better send our cutting room a note to say the measurements are correct in case they query them."

Richard and Tom fell about when they left the shop. When the suit eventually arrived they brought it home to Tom's and played a little game of Tom-my—man-in-a-suit. Tom looked unreal in it. His shoulders and back narrowing down to that waist and his thighs insanely filling the legs of the trousers. Richard remembered their first night and undressed Tom. This time he took charge.

They made love, savouring every minute, with no need to hurry. They sucked cocks and balls, they rimmed, they licked tits and pecs, they explored every nook and cranny with probing fingers and then Richard fucked Tom.

He went in slowly with Tom squirming beneath him. Tom was on his back lifting his magnificent balls out of the way for Richard to go up to the hilt. This was going to be a slow start to a long fuck. Richard slowly cork-screwed Tom and found Tom's prostate. Tom went wild on the end of Richard's dick,

"Oh yeah! Like that fucker! Milk me! Bring me off!"

"Just you wait" said Richard.

They tried various positions. Richard had Tom doggy style while he pulled on Tom's huge prick from below. He had Tom on his side. He had Tom ride his dick while he lay back, encouraging Tom to plunge up and down on him while he stroked his tits. They were soaked in sweat and neither of them was going to go off yet.

After well over an hour Richard put Tom once more on his back. He pushed Tom's legs on to his chest, spread them and went to give that lovely arse a real hard rimming. He needed to give his dick a rest although by now Tom was begging him

"Aw fuck Richard! Give me your dick. Fuck me man. Fill me up!"

Richard obliged. Tom was in his power. There was nothing gentle any more. Richard needed to give it and Tom needed to take it. As Richard shoved in and out with powerful thrusts Tom was wanking himself into orgiastic oblivion.

"Oh man! You are one powerful fucker. Come on! Get in there! Yeah! Oh shit! Harder! Go on! For fuck's sake don't stop! OOOOOOH! Oh God! I'm cumming! Yeah! Here we go!"

Tom threw his head back and as he yelled he erupted. His beautiful cock went off like a volcano, the boiling cum shooting like hot lava. He had pulled on his cock so that at the last moment it was angled at Richard. He was covered in load after load of Tom's juice -- all over his face and chest and stomach. It was dripping off Richard's highly charged tits and Richard was brought to the absolute brink.

He rammed his cock into Tom, burying it in his guts, pulled almost right out again and rammed it home again.

"Take it! Take it! All I've got for my sexy muscle-god-man-in-a- suit. This is for you!"

As Tom's arse spasmed around his cock, Richard spewed a dream load of cum. There was so much pumping in there that he almost expected to see it spurting out of Tom's mouth and nose.

He collapsed into Tom's muscular arms, sliding around on the loads of cum that Tom had shot all over him. They kissed and Tom licked his face clean and when Richard had eaten Tom's cum through the kiss, they laughed and laughed, while Richard's cum dribbled around his cock out of Tom's stretched and quivering hole.

Chapter 5 Progress

The stag night and the wedding came and went. Richard was sad not to have the opportunity of meeting any of Tom's family, but he had to trust Tom that this was the way it had to be -- at least for the time being.

On the night of the wedding, Tom came home to Richard's place. He hung his suit in the wardrobe and that's where it stayed until the next time it might be needed.

The following Monday it was back to the gym. Richard was seeing real progress every week. They were two years into the project now and Richard had gained two more inches on his chest making it 45 inches, with arms at sixteen. His waist remained at 32 inches and his thighs had grown to a nice 27 inches. His abs showed all the time now, but were really impressive when flexed. It was new shirts all round as his neck and traps grew -- seventeen and a half inch collars were required.

Richard and Tom were really pleased and Tom pointed out to Richard, sporting a summer tee shirt, that people were actually starting to stare at him now.

Their love-making was passionate and powerful. Richard had never felt so sexed up, so strong, so juiced up. Tom said he was becoming insatiable but that he wasn't complaining! The pursuit of the ultimate goal of their project drew them closer together in a sense of mutual fulfilment.

It was in the midst of this idyll that the accident happened. Richard was in the office, when one of the secretaries came in.

"Have you heard what happened on the High St this morning. The scaffolding around the Bank being cleaned and repaired collapsed. Several people have been injured and there's talk of one person being killed."

For some inexplicable reason Richard felt a sense of dread. He rang Tom's mobile but there was no reply. Perhaps Tom was with a client. A few minutes later his phone rang. A voice asked if he had rung 027954 720957.

"Yes. I was trying to reach Tom Willets."

"Would you be a relative sir?"

"No! a close friend."

"Could you tell us how to reach Mr Willets's family?"

"Who are you? What's going on?"

"I'm a police officer. There's been an accident and we need to contact Mr Willets's family."

Tom found the address and gave it to the officer, but could get no further information as he wasn't a relative. This was when he started to panic. He had to know if Tom was injured or what. He ran out into the street in time to hear the ambulances wailing as they sped away.

The hospital could tell him nothing, as they too, were bound by confidentiality and it was too soon anyway.

He went home, there and then, simply not knowing what to do or who to turn to. About four hours later he rang Tom's parents' house. Andy, Tom's brother answered. In a tearful and cracked voice he confirmed that Tom had been pronounced dead at the scene of the accident.

Richard collapsed on the floor crying out and weeping. He couldn't believe this. There must be a mistake. He tried to think of someone he could go and see. His parents were too far away, living in retirement in Wales. Then he thought of Brandon at the gym.

He was too shocked to drive. He got out his bike and rode round to the gym. Brandon was in the office. One look at Richard made him realise something terrible had happened. Brandon was the friend that Richard needed. He had seen how important to each other these two were. He left the gym in charge of one of his regulars, took Richard home, called the Doctor and prepared to stay the night and keep an eye on things.

Richard was in a state of shock for the next week. The funeral was announced and Brandon said they would go together. The coffin was carried in by members of Tom's family. A lot of Tom's bodybuilding friends, along with some of his competition rivals, had turned up.

The Vicar gave an address. He did his best, but it was bland and pointless. He made no mention of the real passion of Tom's life -- bodybuilding and muscle -- and of course there could be no mention of the love of Tom's life, Richard. The family walked out behind the coffin blissfully unaware of the grief and loss that they were passing, relegated almost to the back of the church.

Brandon took Richard home and again stayed the night. He insisted the next day, on Richard seeing the doctor to get time off work. Over the next few weeks Brandon did his best to support Richard. He had guessed ages before that Tom and Richard were lovers, not just muscle buddies. He was acutely aware of the danger of Richard having a nervous breakdown. One afternoon he called at Richard's house to find him in tears holding the little blue book.

"Hello Rich. What've you got there?"

"Oh nothing. It doesn't matter any more?"

"Let's have a look."

Brandon opened the book and scanned the "project" plan of action.

"Well well! Tom was clever, and looking at you he'd managed to get you ahead of schedule. You've made incredible progress. You shouldn't leave it in the air. Come back to the gym. We could work together and I can help you fill out the rest of this programme."

"What's the fucking point? He's not here. I was sort of doing it for me, but then it started being for him. The gym would emphasise his absence. I'd just feel worse that he wasn't with me any more."

"Or it could work out the other way. Pumping the iron could make him feel closer -- you know, watching you from up there, the great gym in the sky, telling you to go for it."

"Oh! Shut up! I can't bear it! Do you know what? I went to the grave yesterday. They've put a memorial on it. Beloved son, brother and so on. I felt so fucking left out and nobody. They don't even know about me, about us!"

"Why not come back? I reckon we could revive Tom's plan for you. You could pack on the muscle, sculpt yourself and make a living memorial to Tom out of the body he loved. That would be better than some stupid grave-stone that only told half the story anyway. Think about it!"

Brandon left and had Richard very much on his mind over the next few days. He was sitting in the office when there was a knock on the door.

"Hi Brandon! Are you ready to get back to some serious work? Here's the blue book. Let's see where we start".

Chapter 6 Onward and Upward.

Richard and Brandon set about training. Richard had to catch up with himself after his month's lay-off. He discovered quickly that Brandon had been right. The intense physical effort and the focus it required helped to lessen the pain of his loss. What was more, he found himself able to think of Tom once more in a really positive way. He knew how really intelligent and knowledgeable Tom had been when he devised the project two and a half years before. There were eighteen months for it to run its course.

It wasn't long before Richard's chest passed 47 and a half inches -- just half an inch from the original goal. His waist hovered around 32 and his arms were a solid 17+ inches. He dreamt of the old magic stats -- 50inch chest and 18 inch arms. Then suddenly he plateaued.

That was when Brandon pointed out an entry in the blue book for the last year -- Dr "A".

"Who is he?"

"Well," said Brandon "he's a doctor in Edgbaston who helps bodybuilders with steroids. Tom knew him. After all you don't get a 52 inch chest at 25 without some help."

"I don't know. We never really talked about it, although I half knew. But surely it's illegal. I don't want to get into that shadowy side of bodybuilding."

"I think you need to get real, Richard. Look at some of the blogs and sites on the web. Shabunya, for example, is very honest about the issue. What you need, if you're going down this route, is proper professional advice and supervision. That's where Dr A comes in. You would have a consultation with him. In the light of your aims he would suggest what you need. You source the stuff via the web and he helps you administer it under supervision. You see him regularly to monitor how it's affecting you. But believe me, this could help us get off this plateau."

So, an appointment was made. Richard drove over to Edgbaston and to Dr A's private clinic. He waited in reception until he was called in by the nurse. Dr A stood up to greet him. He was a mid thirtees Asian, built like a brick shithouse.

Richard was impressed. He explained why he had come and who had recommended him. He also mentioned Tom.

"Ah! Tom Willets. That was a bad business. He was a very fine bodybuilder. You know, in spite of any help I might have given him, that magnificent body was down to his work and dedication. Anyway, let's have a look at you."

Richard stripped down to his briefs and stood there.

"Very good. You've done really well. And all in under three years. Amazing! But let me guess, you've come to a sticking point. Let me show you what a bit of chemical help could do for you."

The doctor slipped off his white coat and then his shirt. He stood before Richard, a mass of rippling muscle packed on to him in dense layers. Richard looked carefully with the practised eye of a fellow bodybuilder. The doctor started moving and flexing. His development was phenomenal and Richard knew that this was what he wanted.

"Lower body and legs" said Dr A. dropping his trousers. You can feel if you want, purely in the interests of science. I don't mess with my clients. It would be unprofessional."

Richard reached out to get a feel for the extraordinary musculature just revealed.

"I'd like to go ahead as you suggest".

"Fine! Lets examine you, - blood pressure, heart and lungs, flexibility. I also need to weigh and measure you. Then we must talk about your aims, immediate and long term. Then I can make my recommendations. You will be able to get what you need, on line, from a British supplier. That way customs don't get involved. When you've had the stuff delivered come and see me. I can show you how to inject and so on. You will need to see me regularly. I shall want to check your physical and emotional health. Some people experience mood swings, also there can be side effects to watch for."

Richard tried to take on board the information being proffered so quickly. He was excited and apprehensive all at once. He wanted to talk to Brandon.

"Any questions?" the doctor asked.

"No. I don't think so. It all seems perfectly clear, thanks."

"Well Richard, just two other things. I'm guessing you've never competed. You're already good enough without my help. Also, I've a couple of local bodybuilders I've worked with who'd just love to meet you. Just let me know."

He came home in a whirl. Brandon asked him if he felt he could trust Dr A. When he agreed that he could, they got out the lap-top and ordered the stuff.

So, they entered the last phase of the "project". Richard was amazed at the rush he was getting out of his training. He felt incredibly powerful and noticed that his strength and stamina were increasing. Then he started to see the muscle thickening and growing. He was putting on pounds, but the extra weight was all quality beefcake. He was bursting out of his clothes and couldn't remember when he last wore a suit.

Dr A. was very impressed by the change being wrought in him. He made adjustments to his "prescription". He also asked carefully about any side effects. Richard reported an increase in aggression but observed that he was able to channel this into his workouts. He'd also noticed an increase in his libido, contrary to some of the myths that were often peddled. All in all he was remarkably happy.

Chapter 7 New Horizons

Richard's 33rd birthday was getting close. He and Brandon were carefully observing his progress. He had passed the 50inch chest mark with six months to spare. Now he weighed in at 240lbs. 33inch waist, 52inch chest,30inch thighs and a cool 23inch arm that pumped up to a scary 25inches. He was ripped to shreds with an awesome vascularity.

Dr A, for all his professionalism, licked his lips when Richard unveiled his body.

"Is this the finished product or work in progress?"

"Work in progress" said Richard "I never want to stop and I don't believe you can get too big."

"OK. We'll make some adjustments though. You clearly have your own ideas about what you want to look like. But don't sacrifice proportion and elegance in the quest for mere size. And for heaven's sake compete. I want the world to see what you have achieved."

Richard went home. He was pleased and excited by Dr A's reaction. He felt powerful and very sexy. He had his ways of dealing with his "needs". Yes, basically it was just masturbation, but with the aid of a few favourite DVDs and some quite sophisticated sex toys he brought himself off with quite a blast.

This afternoon was no exception. He stripped naked and looked at himself. It was mind-blowing what he, Tom and Brandon had done. If he was awed by himself, it was nothing to the reaction of the folk at work and people on the street.

He set up the DVD player, found the lube and selected a butt plug and a couple of favourite dildoes, one battery operated and the other a squirting number.

He was building up very nicely, watching a couple of favourite muscled porn stars from Raging Stallion. He opened himself up with the butt plug and sat stroking his dick. These guys were sexual athletes and they were moaning and groaning in a way he found really hot. He took the battery-powered dildo and inserted it -- he called it his power drill. It was long and thick and was delivering a nice sensation deep inside him. His stroking got more urgent. He knew what he was timing himself to -- two huge and very juicy cum shots and a whole lot of shouting.

He pulled out the battery dick and put in the squirting dildo that he had filled up ready. Those guys were really going at it in the best Raging Stallion mode. It was hard and sweaty fucking, an arse being almost unbelievably stretched and pummelled by a massive hard prick. Richard was really giving himself a ride in time with the film.

"Take it fucker! Take my big hard prick up your fucking arse".

"Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck my arse! Fuck me deep! Give it me!"

"Oh yeah! Come on! Shoot it for me, fucker",

Richard knew the dialogue. No surprises there! He loved the agonised expression on the bottom guy as he was being pounded mercilessly. And then he came, cup-fulls everywhere. Richard was really going some now, plunging up and down on a really impressive latex fuck-pole. The top guy was sweating and wiping the sweat off his forehead on to the man below. He pulled out and tore off the condom and threw it away and pounded his massive slick meat. Then he delivered ropes of cum all over the bottom man, on his face, in his mouth, on his chest and on his abs.

He was rubbing it into his partner. Licking his face. Eating it off his partner and licking his own hands and then kissing and kissing. Richard's timing was spot on. He rammed the thing deep inside him and shot the stuff up him, while wanking himself to a massive climax. There was cum all over the place. He ate what he could and slowly pulled the dildo out of his stretched and shaking hole.

There was one nice touch on the DVD. After they had stopped kissing the top man stood up and did a double biceps over his partner, followed by a most muscular. The bottom man lay there and smiled.

Richard took time to recover. Then he went into the bathroom to wash his toys and himself. As he stood there with the stuff in the wash basin, the futility of it all hit him.

"OK! I feel as though I've been fucked and my balls are aching and spent. But I haven't made love. There were no arms around me. There was no voice to speak to me. I'm on my own and I'm missing Tom. I'm missing having someone in my life and in my bed."

It wasn't clear what he should do about this. What he did know was that he had to change something in his life.

The job at the office had died on him when Tom's family came in to close the account and see what was owing to the estate. They obviously had no knowledge of him except that they could see he was a fellow bodybuilder.

"I guess you knew Tom at the gym." Andy said.

"Only in passing." said Richard. Then they were gone.

One day, Richard saw a job advertised. It was for the post of Bursar at a local private school. Richard had the necessary skills and the salary offered was good. He applied and a month later was called for interview.

He wondered what to wear. Then he remembered Tom's suit hanging in his wardrobe. He got it out, tried it on and found that it fitted him as though it had been made for him.

"Good God!" he thought. "I said I wanted a body like his and look at this!"

He went for the interview. The board of Governors were a little surprised by the man-mountain who walked in. Still, when they adjusted to the idea, the interview went well.

When Richard got home there were two messages flashing on his machine. One was from the school offering him the job. He rang and accepted.

The other was from Brandon at the gym.

"Richard, if you're home before five give me a ring. There's someone here you must meet. You're gonna love this!"

He returned the call.

"Can you come round now. This chap, he's going to be leaving in the next hour. I really don't want you to miss meeting him. Come along, just as you are."

Richard drove round. Brandon took one look.

"Wow! You look formal. Nice suit!"

"You may not believe it, but it's Tom's. He had it made to measure for his brother's wedding."

"And now it fits you! He'd be so proud of you, Rich."

"Whatever. Who's this chap I'm supposed to meet?"

"Oh! He's just finished his workout. We closed the gym for him. He's in the locker room. Go and say hello! I've told him about you and about Tom too."

Richard walked through the training area and on into the changing rooms. He turned the corner and stopped in his tracks. Standing there before him, naked and holding a towel was a vision -- at least 300lbs of olive skinned muscle, ripped and pumped to the max from the workout. Richard recognised the man, a world famous Brazilian bodybuilder.

"Good grief! You're Fernando Lopez. What the hell are you doing here?"

"I guest pose in show next week-end. I stay with old friend, Brandon. You must be Rich. He tell me about you. You look so smart in your nice suit. I like very much a bodybuilder in a suit. So smart! So elegant..."

THE END. (Or maybe another beginning!)

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