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My New Life With Eric (1-4)
by Greetz
My New Life With Eric Parts 1-4 By GreetzA fantasy story of two fictitious characters. This piece of pure fiction is written in first person. Synopsis:
I am an successful Project Manager in an internet firm. One day I meet a stranger (Eric), who was expelled from his family, on the train. This changed my life. I will undergo several mental and physical changes so I will become Eric's perfect sexual lust object. All changes are brought about by the mind control techniques Eric uses on me.
Themes in this fantasy story are: Muscle growth through Anabolic Steroids, dick enlargement, Exhibitionism, Shaving, Tattoos, Piercings, Master/Slave, Bondage, ...
Please let me know if you like this story, perhaps you even have suggestions to improve it.
E-mail me at me@durran.nl part one
It's amazing how easy the conversation flowed. There was no effort needed to keep it fresh, funny and interesting. And geez I have never seen such beautiful eyes in my life. Not just the colour, but the radiance and depth. It was hard to concentrate on anything else. And mind you there was a lot else to concentrate on. Though his clothes weren't particularly tight, his muscles shone through. Each time he moved his arm a bit his biceps bulged. But all I could concentrate on were his eyes.
During the conversation I only learned a few things about this set of eyes. They belonged to a guy named Eric. It was only because of me reading my ASP book that he started talking to me.
"Geez that's a large book you're reading there."
"Excuse me?" I said without paying much attention to the person behind the voice. "The book, it's large." "Oh, err, yes it is." I said while looking up from the page. I first saw his winner smile and when my eyes met his, I dropped the book. "Didn't mean to startle you." he said while picking up the book. "And it's heavy too. Professional active serverpages 3.0" he said while handing the book back to me. I really didn't know where to look. This guy was just too enchanting. What a great smile and those eyes! "You don't look like a nerd to me," he continued, "you can't be reading this for fun, or can you?". I told him I was trying to teach myself some ASP to get my web skills updated. And that I actually was reading it for fun. Or at least a combination of fun and work. I told him I was an Project Manager at an Internet business and was up-dating my programming skills in order to better communicate with the programmers who worked on my projects.
From there on the conversation went as smooth as something really, err, smooth. For some reason I kept telling him more and more about myself, while I only knew his first name and that he was new to my town. He just moved from London because of his job as a graphics designer. We talked about design, our favourite architects and food. I thought it was really funny that we shared some of our favourites. He also liked Tadao Ando and Jamie Oliver. So we talked about food and cooking, kitchens and architecture. By the time we were taking about Feng Shui and Zen gardens the train came to a halt. "Shit, where there," he said, "we'd best get out."
I really didn't like the fact that we had arrived. I didn't want to leave him but he was already putting on his Carhartt jacket. While I was trying to put on my coat I dropped the book again. I had forgotten all about it. Eric smiled and picked it up. "Don't know what active server pages 3.0 are, but they can't seem to beat gravity.". I smiled nervously. How was I going to prolong our encounter, I couldn't just ask him to join me for a drink? Or could I. We were getting onto the platform when Eric asked me if I would like to show him around town a bit. If I had the time. "Why yes," I was happily surprised, my 'problem' solved itself. If only all my problems would solve themselves like that. I would make time; I would skip almost anything just to be with this enigmatic guy. "that would be fun. If you like I could start with showing you my favourite café, I'm in the mood for a drink. What say you?".
So there we were. I'd been to this café a hundred million times before, but this time it felt completely new and fresh to me. I could see it with his eyes it seemed. I smiled at the bartender and asked Eric what he would like to drink. I don't know why but I didn't feel nervous like I normally do. I felt like I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Strange I never felt like that when I'm with someone I fancy. When I put the drinks on the table, Eric had already taken of his jacket and this time his sweater too. His biceps made the fabric of the Fred Perry polo shirt stretch to capacity at the end of the sleeves. This guy was like a perfectly cut diamond, radiating an inner glow. "This pages stuff seems rather complicated." He closed my book and put it on the table. I told him that I had just started reading it two days ago and that it wasn't as difficult as all the asp-code made it seem. Again we talked and talked. I asked him what his girlfriend thought about him moving from the centre of hip-world to this provincial town. I don 't remember but I think I made him say it twice, I just couldn't believe it. "I don't have a girlfriend, I'm gay." My utter surprise must have been so apparent that he continued, "Well, come on, you must have noticed. I did." "You did what" I asked him. "Notice that you are gay too." That is something I really don't understand, why do other people notice when someone is gay and I just don't. Unless it's so obvious that even my grandmother would. I just told him that he didn't 'look' gay. Whatever that may be.
This guy was like a magnet; I couldn't get away from him. We talked about all kinds of things. It's incredible to be able to talk like this with someone you've never met before. It turned out that he only moved to my town four days ago. He had some problems finding his way around he told me. When he asked me if I knew a good gym in the neighbourhood I couldn't believe my luck. "I don't know if it's a 'good' gym, but I like going there. And it's actually not far from here." Eric had been working on his body for 5 years and it showed. He said that it might be fun to do a session together one day. "Top! My next day is Thursday," I told him.
When I got home I couldn't believe my luck. Not only did I see a really gorgeous guy, I had a conversation with him, been to my favourite café with him plus we had a gym date in two days. I found it really hard to concentrate on anything else but Eric. This guy was so great it was almost supernatural.
Needless to say that I couldn't wait till Thursday. Every minute did seem like an hour, or even longer. I tried to sleep most of the time so I wouldn' t notice time passing so slowly. When I closed my eyes, all I could see were his eyes. His beautiful jaw line, his perfectly shaped lips and his muscular body. I couldn't wait to see him in the locker room. I really wanted to see him in the shower but I never shower at the gym, I'm just too much of a prude.
When I woke up on Thursday. I felt so exited and also very nervous. I had my gym bag packed ever since we had made the appointment. Everything was ready for our work out together, but was I? I never had a work out partner before I really didn't know what would be expected of me. Ah well, I bet Eric will tell me in due course.
At the gym there proved to be no reason for being nervous at all. Once I was in the vicinity of him I felt relaxed, I just knew that things would be all right. That feeling alone was so good. I always worry about everything so this complete relaxation was fantastic.
The work out was great. We decided to do chest, biceps and abs today. I have read fantasy stories on the net about situations like this where one guy helps out the other guy at the gym. I felt as if I was in one of those scenes: Eric on the bench-press and me standing there ready to assist him in the last two reps. I only looked down very briefly and saw his beautiful face one rock of concentration zooming in on the bar, the top of his head very close to my crotch, his muscles flexing as if there was no tomorrow.
Working out with Eric as my partner was terrific, not just because of him being such a hunk and feeling relaxed around him, but his encouragements were what it took to push that extra pound or do that one last repetition. I would really love to do this again any time soon.
When we finished our workout Eric said that he was curious about how I looked in the shower. I told him that I never take a shower at the gym. "Why not? What's wrong with the showers here?" Eric asked me. I told him that I really wouldn't know if there was anything wrong with the showers because I had never ever used them. More quizzical looks from Eric. "I'm just too much of a prude," I told him, "I don't like to be fully exposed in front of strangers.". He argued that he wasn't a stranger anymore. "Don't you feel at ease with me?" he wanted to know. "I've never been more at ease as I have been with you, some how I feel very relaxed when I'm with you. It's not you, it's other people who might walk in, I just don't like it.". An evil grin appeared on Eric's face "We'll have to shower at my place them, won't we?!". It wasn't a question so much, it was more of an order that didn't like to be disobeyed. I looked at him and shyly agreed. "Could be fun" I thought. I was a curious as hell how he looked in the shower and I wouldn't mind having a look at his place. What kind of place would a guy like him have?
"How can a graphic designer afford a place like this?" I asked him while taking in the impressive view from his apartment in one of my favourite buildings in town. I had often fantasised about having an apartment in this building. "Oh, it's my family background. I guess one could say that we are 'loaded'. Money has never been a problem in the family. The job is just to pass time and have some fun so I won't get completely estranged from the ways of the world. Why don't you just sit down and relax while I prepare some tea, it's my special brew.".
While we were talking it occurred to me that we hadn't even mentioned the shower since we got to his place. Not that I minded very much, I was feeling very relaxed. More and more relaxed actually, somehow I felt as if I could really be myself, no inhibitions were necessary. "This tea is really good, what kind of blend is it?" I asked him while taking in some more sips from what must have been my third cup. "Oh, it's a very special blend really. It has some special herbs that make you feel really relaxed and some herbs that diminish your inhibitions much like alcohol does except without the intoxicating effect on the brain. I find it very useful before my massages." he said while filling up my cup a bit. "Massages? What kind of massages?". He told me it was a little surprise for me, he wanted to give me his super special massage to thank me for helping him get to know his way around town a bit and for being his first friend in his new found hometown. "I don't mind a massage." I thought. How perfect this all is...
"Okay!" he said. It startled me so much that I almost dropped the cup on his beautiful wooden floor. "It's time for our shower. I will make sure you'll be completely ready for my special massage" he said while getting up. He walked away and motioned me to follow him. Though I had some apprehension about having a shower with him before we got here but now I just felt excitement. I followed him up the stairs. There we were in his bathroom, a large room about as big as my bedroom with white marble on the walls and a dark wooden floor. I had never seen a bathroom with a wooden floor. It was really beautiful. Eric didn't take time to take in the details of the room, of course he'd seen it all before. He was already undressed by the time I completed my spin. "Wow!" I didn't mean to say that out loud but judging by Eric's reaction I had. "What's up?" Eric asked me with a grin on his face exposing his perfect teeth. "Is there anything about you that isn't perfect or near perfect?" I asked him while taking in his body. I already knew the features of his face and I had seen his body flexing in the gym but his dick was just perfect too. I have always been jealous about guys with a dick like that. All the guys I met had bigger dicks than me both in flaccid and erect state. His had a perfect length and was nice and thick. His balls seemed larger than normal and hung fairly low. Sigh. "Oh" he said forcing me close my mouth to shift my attention from his dick to his face again, "there are plenty of things that aren't really what people expect from me but aren't apparent from looking at me. In fact that is the real reason why I moved. My family advised me that I'd better moved abroad. For the sake of the family and all that.". I looked really confused. "Ah, never mind" he said, "it's nothing to do with you. Let's just help me get you undressed and have a nice shower.". How could I have disagreed with his suggestion? A nice shower seemed perfect.
And perfect it was. While we were standing under the falling water there was nothing in the world other than that moment. The water falling on my head, the water gliding from my body and Eric's hands all over me with a sponge. Every now and then he started massaging my shoulders in a way that almost made my legs go numb. He stood behind me holding me tight. I felt his beautiful dick press against the divide running between my gluteus maximus, it was half hard. It felt great to feel his dick while he squeezed mine. When he put his tongue in my ear I almost lost it. Then he started whispering all kinds of things in my ears. Most of it I couldn't really hear, it was as if I were in a distant place, as if my mind had been disconnected from my body. I could feel things and hear things but they didn't make sense in the way they used to. Everything was different, it was as if I wasn't me somehow.
The massaging went on and so did the whispering. Whispers in my left ear and then in my right ear again and the left ear still some more. What was he saying? Something about relaxing, giving in. What did that mean? I was already relaxed, wasn't I? Giving in, to what? True. "Yes" I thought, "I know it's all true". What was? What was he saying? It just didn't make sense. I decided not to try to make sense of it but instead just enjoy his lips moving against my ears ever so softly, the soothing words I heard in a distant country, his man flesh between this boys' legs touching my little dickey. "Yes I had been a good boy, hadn't I?" Where was that thought coming from? I wasn't a little boy, was I!. After a while my mind was coming to a stand still; there was no use for my thoughts any more, not now.
Then the water stopped and I was spinned around so I faced Him. He was so beautiful. Wouldn't you don't do just anything for Him? I knew that was true, I would do anything for him. If I stayed a good boy He would reward me in ways so divine I could not begin to imagine.
How I got on the massage table I don't know, but there I was. I had never been this relaxed; his expert hands were working the perpetually tensed muscles in my shoulders. All the tension and stress of my life I stored in my shoulders. And now, through the deliberate movements of His hands it was all disappearing. "So why don't you ever shower at the gym?" His question woke something up deep inside my mind; my inner self travelled the un-chartered depths of my mind from the deepest parts of my brain back to the surface. I didn't like that, I wanted to stay in that safe place, but I had to because a response from me was required. Before I could say anything I let out a very deep breath. So deep it seemed to have travelled from the same place my inner self came from. "I told you at the gym, too much of a prude", it was strange somehow to hear these words in my own voice. The words seemed to make sense. I couldn't remember when my words come out the way I had intended them to. That was one of my problems. When I wanted to say something sometimes the words just came out wrong. I used the wrong words for things. I could say "table" when I meant to say "tomorrow". No one seemed to be able to make sense of it, except He of course. "You know you can tell me the truth little man, I won't punish you" he said as if he were talking to a child. I told him that I really hated the size of my dick. It was much smaller than all the other guys' dicks. I was afraid that people would make fun of it. "It's nothing to be ashamed of! Boys just have smaller dicks than men, don't they? You know that's true, don't you?". I knew it was, of course it's true. "But I would really love to have a dick like You." I continued, "I would really love to have a dick like Yours, I always have wanted one like that." For some reason I sounded more like a boy who wasn't allowed to play with his favourite toy than a grown up man. He said that I could have a dick just like His because I had been such a good boy right from the start and he wanted to give me something to encourage me to keep up the good work and to reward me at the same time. "You can have a dick just like mine between your legs but there will be some limitations." He said. I told him that I really didn't mind, I have been whishing to wake up with a dick like His for years. "Okay" he said, "I want you to get up and stand in front of that mirror, look at your dick and tell me what you see." I told him that that I saw a small uncut dick with a shrivelled sac carrying small nuts. "So you see a boy's dickey?" He said. "Yes" I said a bit depressed, again sounding more like a disappointed little boy than a grown man. "Okay, I want you to close your eyes. When I tell you to open your eyes again you will find that you no longer have a small dickey like a boy is supposed to have, but you'll have a nice piece of man flesh bungling between your legs. In fact, when you look at your new dick you will see my dick between your legs. It will not just look like my dick but it will feel and behave like my dick. That means that it will only get hard when I want it too, it's not your dick remember, your dickey is a boys dickey. The dick between your legs now is a Man's dick, my dick. Furthermore, you are not allowed to touch the dick, it's mine, so it's not yours to touch unless I give you permission to touch my dick, never mind the fact that it's between your legs. Do you understand?" I told him that I did, I wanted to open my eyes so badly to see His dick between my legs. Wouldn't it be great to have a Man's dick? All the other boys would be so jealous! "Not touching my dick means, not touching it! Not when you have to go pee or any other time. When you have to go pee you sit down so you don't have to touch it. The only time you're allowed to touch my dick is with my permission and to clean it in the shower. And remember my dick between your legs will only be able to get hard when I want it to. Do you still want my dick?" I violently shook my head to indicate: "YES!!!" "Okay, open your eyes and tell me what you see." I told him that my boys' dickey had disappeared and in it's place was a beautifully long thick uncut white dick, the veins were magnificent, the head in it's flaccid state larger than my boys' dickey head had ever been in erect state. The balls were really big and each felt as heavy as a chicken's egg. That's why the sac was hanging so low. I was in total owe of the new Man dick I had hanging between my legs. It was a real sight, a white man dick between my tanned legs it stood out as hell. When I walked a little I felt the sway of the meat between my legs. Normally just the sight, let alone the feel of such meat between my own legs, would have made me as hard a hell, but not now. This wasn't my dick.
"I have given you my dick between your boys' legs because you have deserved it. I will be able to take it back and make your little boys' dickey reappear at any time that I feel you don't deserve such a grown up thing. Now that you have such beautiful meat between your legs you will not be embarrassed anymore, you will like showering with other's so they can have a look at my dick. Otherwise there is no need for a boy to have such material between his legs even if it's not his own." I agreed completely, I knew He was right. "Why not show me some handy work and get the juices flowing, I want to see how you treat my dick when you jack off." I had been waiting for permission to finally touch it, those minutes seemed like hours. I started touching it and stroking it to let it rise to it's full potential. But it didn't, nothing happened, it stayed just the way it was, a nice piece of heavy soft man meat, there were no juices flowing in any direction. No matter how I tried I couldn't get it hard. After a few minutes I looked up at Eric in desperation. He had an evil grin on his face when he said "You can get hard now." Not a second later blood started flowing and the man flesh between my legs started rising, and rising and rising. It was so huge! This was my dream dick come true. "Remember that I told you my dick will only get hard when I want it to, the fact that it is attached to your body makes no difference." He could talk all he wanted, I could only concentrate on this flagpole of a dick that was standing to full mast between my legs. After careful treatment, I wanted the moment to last as long as it could there was no knowing in when I would get His permission again, I shot the largest load of cum I ever shot. It took me a few minutes to recuperate before I could say "This must be the best dick in the world.". "I know, it's MY dick." Eric said with his perpetual grin. Eric suggested that I got back on the massage table so he could finish his special massage.
When Eric and I said our goodbyes I wondered what had happened to the time. Why was it so dark outside and so late already? We only had some tea, a shower and a short massage, didn't we? Wow that massage sure was great. But what had happened in the mean time? I shook off the question and shook his hand before leaving his fantastic apartment. end of part one
My New Life With Eric part two
On my way home I couldn't think of anything but how relaxed I was and how much I loved that massage. Good thing we're working out together again on Saturday. Walking felt strange somehow and I had to adjust the dick several times. There were faint memories of never having to do that, as if I used to have a much smaller dick. It felt like that must have been in a different life, this dick was big and for some reason I was proud to have it. It felt so strange to be thinking about the dick, it felt as if I was thinking about someone else's dick, as if it wasn't mine. Strange. I didn't care, it was a beautiful dick, and any guy would want to have one like this one.
I didn't need to shower before going to bed because I had showered at Eric's place. Together with him no less. Who would have thought? Two days after I met him we had already showered together at his place. I can't imagine why we didn't shower at the gym or even why I had never showered at the gym before. Never mind, this had been much nicer. I was so relaxed after the massage and the nightly walk home I went straight to bed, I didn't even want to jack off.
I thought I would sleep well because of being so relaxed but I didn't. All kinds of things were going through my mind. They started out as whispers but were getting louder and louder but they were too faint for me to make out what was actually being said. It all felt very soothing and comforting, so in the end I managed to just let those things flow through my brain and enjoy the soothing feeling they gave me. I knew that was the true thing to do.
The next day I felt like I could kill ten crocodiles with my bare hands. I had so much energy, and boy was I hungry. I needed protein and carbs and what was that other thing again? I couldn't remember. Never mind, shower first! There I stood in front of the full-length mirror, naked. What a sight it was that large white dick between my legs! What an improvement! "Improvement," I thought to myself "what kind of improvement? Didn't I always have this dick?" What was this obsession about the dick all of a sudden? Then again, why not? It was a marvellous dick after all, wasn't it?
Looking in the mirror while brushing my teeth I wondered why I didn't shave more regularly. I was just too lazy to shave every day. I didn't need to shave everyday, but I made a mental note of doing so from today. A smooth skin is so much nicer and it makes me look a lot younger too. When I finished brushing my teeth I started lathering up my face with shaving cream, the remaining shaving cream I smeared over the hair on my chest. When my face was done, my razorblade started shaving the lathered up area of my chest as if it had a mind of its own. I can't remember ever having shaved my chest before but it felt good. I had a naughty idea and decided to shave the rest of my body too. It was a lot more work than I had anticipated. Good thing I had a few weeks off from work at the moment, that way I had all the time in the world. It felt good to feel the razorblade caress every inch of my skin but also a bit weird. Shaving my body was good; I knew this to be true. With every move of the blade I could almost hear what the voices of my dreams were saying. Wasn't able to make much sense of it though, I could only make out a few words: smooth, younger, math, muscle, shave, tattoo, true and more stuff like that. Hearing or rather sensing the words felt good, it was as if those lost whispers of my dreams were finding the right places in my mind to settle down. I was happy that they did.
When I looked in the mirror after I was done I liked the result. "That's what a bodybuilder's skin is supposed to look like" I thought. Where that idea came from I have no idea. But I did know that bodybuilders remove all, or most of their body hair so their muscles are more visible. Still, I was hardly a bodybuilder, was I now? Enough of these silly thoughts, time to get some food inside of me, and more importantly a good deal of protein; that's what you need to build muscle. My clothes felt so different now my skin was completely smooth. I was looking for a bulk packaging of protein powder to make a shake but there wasn't one in any of the cupboards in the kitchen. I didn't know that there had never been any protein in the kitchen not any powder for shakes anyway. I couldn't stop this craving for a protein shake and after an hour I was getting desperate. I just HAD to go downtown to buy the stuff. My hunger prevented me from climbing on my bicycle right away. I prepared a small meal, lots of carbs and veggies. It looked like a small evening meal. I felt so much better, but still felt the craving for that shake. I opened the door of the fridge and instinctively grabbed something that turned out not to be there. What was it that I wanted to get? It had some relation to the protein and my hunger feeling but I couldn't make out what it was.
I couldn't believe what happened to me in the shop. First thing was my stutter. Where had that come from? I couldn't say one sentence without at least one stutter. At least the person helping me was patient and didn't seem to make fun of me. But more disturbingly, I couldn't get the right amount of money out of my wallet. I couldn't add the numbers correctly for some reason. This frustrated me even more than the whole stuttering business! In the end I had to ask the shop assistant to help me get the right amount together. I looked like and sounded like some kind of moron! "It's as if your intellect has been sucked into that man flesh you carry between your legs. Dicks can't do math now can they? You know it's true." I had no idea where that came from. Was it something that I heard during those dreams last night? Wherever the hell it came from, I knew it was true. But I didn't like it one bit! The stuttering was bad enough, but anybody can have a stutter once in a while, but not being about to add those simple numbers to get the right amount of money was just embarrassing! A 6-year-old boy could have done that without even having to think. What was happening to me?
It got me really worried. I really didn't know whom to turn to. All of my friends would think I was pulling their leg. No way that something like that would happen to anybody without some kind of accident or a stroke or something. It was just too bizarre. I thought of what Eric would say tomorrow. He would be the first person I would see from my friends. What would he say about my stuttering and what if I told him about the math thing? The more I thought about him the more I knew he would understand and make things better.
At home I talked out loud to myself to check if I was stuttering, I wasn't. No stutter at all. Not one I say. So to further check I went to the convenience store in my block of flats. "C-c-an I have a M-m-ars b-bar please?" I said. I almost kicked the guy standing next to me out of pure frustration. And again, I couldn't seem to get the right amount of money, so to disguise it I just handed the man a banknote. That would have to be enough, right? He gave me my change, though I didn't know if it was the correct amount. I practically ran out of the store and cursed all the way to my apartment. Without any stuttering. This was extremely frustrating.
Most of the day was spend preparing meals and shakes and of course eating them. I really need a lot of food during the day and one meal during the night, have to get up especially for that meal. I wanted to jack off and looked at my favourite pictures I collected from various websites. But I couldn't get hard; I couldn't even touch the dick for I knew it wasn't mine. So in the end I just started cleaning my apartment before I went to bed. I was nervous about tomorrow. What would Eric say? Would He still be pleased with me? I felt like I could cry like a little boy.
During my sleep I heard those whispers again. Not as many as yesterday, it seemed that some had already found the right place in my mind to settle down. The remaining whispers seemed to be looking for their spot. The only thing that I could make out of all that garble was "... your life will be different now you're ..." There was one sentence that repeated itself after every inaudible whisper like some kind of mantra: "You know this is true." Was I going mad? And what was wrong with my bed? Any position I found myself in felt uncomfortable. I tried not to think about it and tried to get some sleep. I found it hard to fall asleep on this bed for some reason. I had never had any problems falling asleep. When I looked at the alarm clock it was time for my nightly meal. After that I really had to get to sleep. Muscle growth requires a lot of sleep. I knew that was true.
Next day I was happy that I would see Eric again. It had been a long two days. So many things that I couldn't make any sense had been going on. For some reason I never realized those things started after I had been to Eric's place. On my way to the gym I practised some 'hello-goodbye' sentences to see if the stutter was still there. I was relieved that it wasn't. Perhaps it had been some kind of a one-day-stutter or something. I had no idea. I was so relieved that I had forgotten about the whole stutter business when I said "H-h-ello" to the guy in the reception area of the gym. "F-f-fuck!" I really didn't need this! What would I sound like with a client when I'm back at the office? Who would want a Project Manager who stutters, and oh my god, I had forgotten about the whole counting thing. If I couldn't even get the right amount of money from my wallet to pay for something like a Mars bar; how could I manage large projects? I felt the weight of the world fall down on me.
I slowly walked to the locker room. I started to undress slowly. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, naked. I had never been naked in this locker room. Don't know why but I just had to look at my reflection. There it was, that beautiful white dick between my shaved legs. Shaved legs? Why had I shaved my legs? Just as I had asked that question inside my head, inside my head came the answer: "Bodybuilders always keep their bodies free from any hair, you know that's true." Indeed I knew that was true, I had seen so many pictures of those muscle hunks on the Internet. I loved the look of those smooth enormously muscular bodies. The amount of pictures on my pc were proof enough. Though mesmerized by the man meat between my legs I couldn't help but notice that I should add some more muscle mass. People kept telling me that I had grown considerably the past year, but my mass was nowhere near to where it should be.
As I was standing there, it must have been a few seconds, Eric entered the locker room. God was I happy to see him. I felt a bit relieved. He looked me up and down and had this grin on his face again. It was a great sight to see him undress and see his biceps bulge. But however big he had seemed before he was nothing near as big as I knew I had be. Our workout together was great. Every time we moved to the next machine or started the next exercise he whispered things in my ear again. What ever it was I was having the work out of my life. If all my workouts would be like this I would reach my target that much faster.
In the shower something really weird happened. When I looked at Eric's dick it looked just like the one between my legs. At first I thought I wasn't seeing things clear, but the longer I looked the more I knew they were the same. "Isn't it a splendid piece of meat?" Eric asked me. He had obviously noticed my staring. "I see I'm not the only one with my dick between his legs." What did he mean by that? How could anybody else have Eric's dick between his legs? It wasn't making sense to me. "Don't look so surprised little man, you know that dick between your legs isn't yours. It's so obvious. It hasn't even got your skin colour. You must have noticed that my dick is white." I had noticed that the dick between my legs was white, that it stood out not just because its size but the more because of its colour. "You mean, that I have... err...your dick between my legs?" It was just too weird to even say the words out loud but I had. There it was again that grin on his face. "That's exactly what I mean. You know it's true, don't you?" All I could think of to say was "yes". All the evidence was there right in front of my eyes. The two dicks were identical and the colour obviously didn't match my skin. What was happening? "Don't look so troubled, little man. It's a great dick to have between your legs isn't it? A dick any man, let alone a boy, would be proud to have dangling between his legs." With that all worries about the subject sailed away to a distant shore. Eric invited me over to his house for a massage. How could I refuse? I loved his massages!
While I was having Eric's special tea, which tasted good after a few sips he was having a glass of water. He said that I looked worried or troubled. I could tell him all about it, it would make me feel better he said. I knew it would but I was a bit ashamed about the business with the stuttering and the math stuff. It was also just too strange. It wasn't difficult for him to convince me that whatever it was it was safe with him, he wouldn't tell anybody and there was no need to be ashamed among such good friend. "After all," he said, "we even share the same dick. What could be a more personal bond between two guys?" I told him about the stuttering business and the math thing. I didn't have too many problems with the stuttering because I thought that was likely to be a temporary thing. But the inability to add a few simple numbers had me worried sick. I could kiss my job goodbye if that didn't change. Eric took it all in patiently, never interrupted me. When I was finished he sat himself next to me on the sofa and put his arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry little man, you only stutter in public places because you have no one to guide you. You need me to be with you so you always know what to do, that's why you stutter in public places when I'm not around. When you're with me you don't stutter because when you're with me you are relaxed. You're relaxed because you know I take care of you. The math thing was perhaps a bit too sudden for you. You see, I have this plan for you, I want you to comply with the stereotype of a dumb iron pumping muscle guy. Aren't dumb guys sexy in a special way? You know that's true don't you? But as I see that all these changes at once are a bit of a shock to you, I will restore your ability to add numbers. But remember the more muscle you will add the dumber you will be. By the time you're body is finished you will not be able to spell words like 'availability' correctly and you'll have problems grasping their meaning. Because you will be the stereotypical dumb bodybuilder won't you, little man?" I knew I didn't have to answer, I knew it was true.
The massage was great again. It seemed to last for hours. Eric whispered all kinds of things in my ears most of them I couldn't really hear. But one of them sounded familiar, like a whisper from my dreams: "Now you're dependant on my guidance your life will be different, now you're my boy, you will do what I want you to do. You can't stop it. You know it's true." I was sure I had heard a part of that sentence before. Why was he saying all these things? I didn't care, I was feeling so intensely relaxed. I drifted off again to that special place deep inside my mind where all of the things Eric said to me made absolute sense.
Like the other day I wondered what had happened because it was dark when I left Eric's apartment. I guess we just chatted for a long time before he gave me one his great massages. He had given me a box with medical things of sorts. I didn't know why, but he assured me that I would know when the time came. I just had to make sure I put all the things in their proper places. end of part two
My New Life With Eric part three
When I came home I immediately put the content of the little box in their right places, the fridge and the cupboard that I had emptied during the day. It was a good thing that I emptied it even though at the time I didn't really know why. All the little glass bottles in the door of the fridge and the medical supplies in the cupboard. It was time for a shake and a meal. Those massages were great but they did prevent me from getting a meal at the right time. Then again, if it had been bad from me to skip a meal I bet Eric wouldn't have let me.
Out of habit I walked to the window to draw the curtains but when I had them in my hand I thought it was a ridiculous idea to have them closed. What was there to hide? So I left them the way they were. I didn't mind if people could look into the house from the building across the street. It wasn't as if I was parading in the house scantily dressed. Or naked even. Nope, there was nothing to hide.
I was so relieved that Eric understood my feelings about the stuttering. I was glad that I could talk to him about things like that and his explanation seemed perfectly logical to me. Of course I needed him to guide me. I was lost without him in public situations. I mean, there were so many things that could go wrong it was perfectly natural for a boy like me to be nervous. Out there all by himself, all these grown ups. A little stuttering was perfectly all right. I was really happy to have Eric as a friend. Good thing too that he knew about all these complicated things. I had a faint feeling there was something else I talked to Eric about, but I couldn't remember what it was. At the time it seemed very important but now it was as if it had never existed. Ah well, I would just go to bed so I could have the rest I needed.
I bed I was wearing my briefs but I thought it might be a sexy feeling to be naked in bed. That way I could feel that large dick move about freely when I moved my body or my legs. When I thought of that I took of my briefs and immediately felt horny. Boy did I want to shoot a nice load like I had with Eric. I took a magazine from a drawer beside my bed; it had pictures of huge guys that got me hard the moment I looked at them. Tonight was different though, no matter which picture I looked at I didn't get hard. I wanted to touch the dick to help out a bit, but I knew I wasn't allowed. Boy was this frustrating. Such a shame not being able to use this dick what it was obviously made for. Then again, I was happy that I was allowed to have such a grown up dick. I knew other boys would be extremely jealous. I was almost looking forward to be able to show the dick to other guys in the shower at the gym.
Again I found it very difficult to fall asleep. It was as if the bed just wasn't comfortable for some reason. This wasn't doing any good to the growth cycle of my muscles, now was it? Before long it was time for my nightly meal again. I had set the alarm clock to make sure I got up in time but again it wasn't necessary. After my meal I managed to fall asleep in the end.
It felt great to be so full of energy after waking up; despite the difficulty I had falling asleep. After my shower I shaved my face and my body. It wasn't really necessary but I wanted to make absolutely sure there was no stubble anywhere. The only place on my body with hair, except my head, was the man flesh between my legs. It made sense because a boy doesn't have hair, but a grown up has. This dick was definitely the dick of a grown up, so it had to have hair.
After my shake and my meal I opened the door of the fridge and instinctively grabbed one of the little bottles in the door. I had a vague memory of doing the same thing yesterday but that day there had been nothing there. Strange. Opened the cupboard with the medical supplies and prepared for my injection. Sterilised a patch of skin, drew some liquid from the little bottle into the syringe and made sure there wasn't any air in the syringe. Darted the hypodermic needle through the skin on one of my ass cheeks and checked to see if I inadvertently had hit a vein. I hadn't so I slowly emptied the content of the syringe into my muscle. Put the needle in its cover and disposed of the syringe and the needle by putting them in a special container I kept in the same cupboard. I never really liked needles but it just has to be done. No way I could get as huge as Eric wanted without a little help from the pharmaceutical companies. Certainly not within my lifetime. Isn't Eric just too sweet? He makes sure I got everything I need.
For some reason my clothes felt too confining. Not that they were tight in any way but there was something else. I couldn't put my finger on it. So I just let it go. I grabbed my ASP book from my desk and started to read where I had left off. Why was I reading this again? For work I remember. I had taken some time off from work to relax a bit from my stressful job as Account Manager in the Internet business. I knew I had deserved it. I'd been working 80 to 90 hour weeks for months now. Even though I had only been home for two weeks the workplace seemed a completely different universe. But that didn't matter. I wanted to know more about this ASP technique so I could communicate more easily with the programmers when they encountered some kind of a problem. I was successful and wanted to be even more so. Little did I know that Eric had completely different plans for me. After reading two chapters I couldn't concentrate on that dry stuff any longer. So instead I surfed the web for articles on bodybuilding. That way I could improve my workout routine and get some results. That seemed to make more sense than reading up on that ASP stuff.
All that reading made me want to work out even more. Time for a meal and a shake. I began to realise that this eating business was taking up a large part of my day. Not just preparing the meals but eating them too took a lot of time. I always felt a bit sleepy after a meal so I took a nap on the sofa. I woke up from the sound of my mobile. It was a friend of mine, John; he asked if I would like to have diner in town with him tonight. I told him that would be nice. I hadn't seen him in a while because of the demands from work. So it would be nice to catch up with him.
When I arrived at the restaurant John was already sitting at a nice table by the window. I waved at him while the waiter took my coat. "Hey J-j-ohn, how are you?" I said. He told me he was just fine and asked me if I liked the days off so far. "W-w-ell, it's been really n-n-ice to get some rest from w-w-ork. I know I've been w-w-orking w-w-ay to hard lately." John looked at me as if I was pulling his leg or something. "W-hat!?" I asked him. "Well," he said, "you never used to s-s-tutter, for one. And what's happened to your arms? Looks like you've been shaving them or something. What's up with you?" "W-hat's up with m-me? You're the o-o-ne who started all this. I'm j-j-ust fine, I like s-s-having my body and don't you t-t-hink it's a little too easy to m-m-ake fun of someone who s-s-tutters?" What was John's problem anyway? We've always been good friends and now he starts bitching me about my stuttering, as if I can help that, and what about me shaving my body, isn't that my business? I wished Eric were here. He would know what to say. After a little while John accepted the fact that I stuttered, I think he blamed it on me working way too hard for so long. On the topic of shaving my body he said: "Christ only knows why you'd want to do a thing like that", but if I wanted to do that, "Fine with me." We did have a nice meal. He asked why I kept talking about the nutritional values of everything that we were eating. All he could talk about was his girlfriend. Though I really like her it didn't interest me too much. He, on the other hand wasn't too interested in my workout routine. We did find some common ground on the subject of motorbikes. "I didn't know you were interested in motorbikes?" John said. I told him that I was actually thinking of getting my motor licence so I could buy a nice Kawa or Honda race monster. "Perhaps we could go for lessons together," he said. I told him that I liked the idea. Only problem was that he couldn't start 'till after his current project was finished. That would take two months. "T-t-wo months?!" I said, "That's j-j-ust too long for m-m-me. I want to s-s-tart next week."
It was nice to see John again, but in the end it was a bit of a disappointment. We used to be totally tuned in together, share the same interests and enjoy the same kind of humour. Even shop talk was great with John. We could share battle-stories about various projects, bitch about clients and other work related stuff. Him being straight and me being gay had never been an issue. I couldn't believe that we had grown away from each other in only two months or something. What had happened to him?
Again I didn't sleep 'till a long time after my nightly meal. This would have to come to an end. How am I supposed to get any sleep this way? Eric would know what to do about it. He knew so much more than me. It was good to have a friend like him.
After my newly adapted daily ritual of shaving, shakes, needles and breakfast. I got ready to go to the gym for a nice back routine. I had been looking at good routines on the net. I had never before realized that bodybuilding requires so much dedication and knowledge too. All that stuff you have to know about proper form, the right kind of food at the right time, the supplements and the stuff about the needles. There was so much to know, to learn. It all seemed very grown up to me but for some reason I was taking all this information in like a sponge. Not knowing that it was actually replacing all the knowledge of the internet business I had build up over the years.
On my way to the gym I passed a driving school and decided to step inside to ask when I could start my motor lessons. While I was waiting I could see some guys in the back getting into full leather racing suits. "Must be the instructors," I thought. Wouldn't it just be great if I could wear a suit like that one day? Drive my own racer wearing a colour coordinated one-piece leather racing suit. I had always wanted to have my motor licence and now I was going to get it! I could take Eric on the back and drive to the beach. It'd be so cool to show off that bike and my body. I could walk the boulevard with the top part zipped open and hanging from my waist, just wearing a white wife beater. It would show my muscle. I just got a naughty idea about perhaps getting a large tribal tattoo. Eric would be walking next to me so I wouldn't panic with all those grown ups around. Wouldn't that just be fantastic? All leathered up muscle hunk sporting this large tattoo parading along the boulevard. I just loved the mental image that was forming in my mind. Little did I know that it wasn't me, but Eric who was forming that mental picture in my head.
I really loved my workout. I did miss Eric's company. But somehow it was as if his encouraging words from the other work out were there every time when I needed them. Always making sure that I pushed that bar up one more time, making sure that I did that one extra rep. My workouts had never before been better. The ritual in the mornings before breakfast made my muscle feel as if they were exploding with energy that needed to be transformed in more muscle fibre. That feeling was so erotic. I could almost feel my muscles grow.
I had worked up quite a sweat and was happy to take a shower. I undressed slowly in front of the mirror. I really liked what I saw. And I knew I would like what I saw even better in a few months when the pharmaceuticals and my workouts had done their combined work. I would be one big chunk of muscle. For now I just enjoyed what was already there. One of those things was the dick between my legs. What a sight. I still loved to look at it. I really would love to touch it but somehow I never did. As if I wasn't allowed or something. I had touched it once, accidentally, and it had felt as if I was touching someone else's dick. I walked to the shower to show my man flesh to who ever were already in there. I could feel it sway; touch my left leg, my right leg and then my left leg again. It felt so erotic, I could hardly believe I had a grown up dick between my boy legs.
I hoped there would be some other boys in the shower, man would they be jealous. Unfortunately were just grown ups in the shower. Didn't matter, they would be whishing they had had such a dick when they had been boys. I started using my sponge to lather up my body in such a way that everybody was sure to be at least looking occasionally. And look they did. When I got to the dick I took extra special care, this was special meat. The men in the shower were sure looking at my crotch. But the look on their faces wasn't that of jealousy at all. They looked more as if they wondered what all the fuss was about. As if the dick I was cleaning wasn't anything special at all. I had long since checked out their dicks. They may all be grown ups but their dicks weren't at all as big as the one between my legs. I couldn't have begun to grasp the fact that the size, the behaviour and the feeling of the dick were all in my mind. And my mind alone. They wasn't anything special between my legs, just the fairly small dick that had always been there. That was the dick those guys were seeing. Not me, all I could feel and see was the magnificent dick that Eric had given me for being a good boy.
When I was sipping Eric's special tea again sitting on his sofa, I told him how excited I was that I could start my motor driving lessons in three days. "I'm so pleased for you" he said, "I know you've always wanted that." "I sure have," I told him. When I told him about the strange, unexpected, looks from those grown ups in the shower when I was showing my body and the dick, Eric told me that they didn't look surprised but looked more like they were telling my off. "A boy with such a grown up dick between his legs, that can't be good." That was probably what they were thinking he told me. I couldn't but agree with him, of course. I was smiling again. "You shouldn't worry so much little man, you know that I take care of you don't you? There is absolutely no need for you to worry; you will have enough worries when you're all grown up. Just enjoy this carefree period while you can, you'll be a real man before you know it." Immediately I felt all the weight I had been carrying on my shoulders for years fall from my shoulders. He was right, boys didn't need to worry about things, worrying was for grown ups.
I really don't know how Eric could have known; perhaps I had black circles around my eyes or something. He asked me if I had been sleeping well the past few days. I told him that no matter how I tried I couldn't get comfortable in my bed. That had never been a problem before. "Oh, my little guy" he said with a wide grin as if to say that of course I didn't know because I was too young to know, "of course you your bed isn't comfortable. It's way too soft; it's not good for you; that's why your body is protesting by feeling uncomfortable. If you can't sleep again tonight, perhaps you should try sleeping on the floor. And when you do don't use a pillow and only use one sheet of bed linen. You'll see that you'll find that so much more comfortable. You'll sleep like a rose. I promise." I would never have thought of that myself. I thanked Eric for his advice, he was so knowledgeable.
The special massage was extra good today because my back and shoulders felt so much more relaxed now all my worries had been lifted from my mind. On my way home I felt really rejuvenated, as if I was 11 or 14 again. I was in really high spirits. I never knew there was a world out there without any worries or problems. In my line of work there were always worries and problems from clients and the guys at work not doing what they were supposed to do. The more I thought about it the more it felt like someone else's job. But I knew I had to return to the office in a while. But I didn't worry about it, Eric had told me that worrying was for grown ups.
After my meal and shake I cleaned up my apartment. Not that there was a lot to do because I had been keeping my house so clean and tidy. I did wonder why in heavens name I had so much stuff. What was the use of all that? "Do you really need all that stuff? Why not throw the stuff that you don't need away?" It was the voice in that place deep inside my head that was saying things like that. It was a voice that I had gotten used to. It was my friend, it reminded me of Eric. It sounded like his comforting whispers. The voice gave me advice just when I needed it. It was the same voice that encouraged me in the gym, the voice that made sure I got the injections right, the voice that knew when to eat, the voice that.... that.... controlled my life. "Yes" I thought, the place looks like a shop. All that stuff. I found a bag and started to thrown in all the decorative stuff. Why would you want to decorate anyway? Decorating only meant more work dusting the place and spending money on useless stuff. My living room looked as if I had just moved in after I was done. Three big garbage bags in total, photo frames, nick knacks, plants, all kinds of stuff. I had almost thrown in my cd's, videos and DVDs but I thought that might be too much of a waste. I could sell them to a second-hand shop, they would probably love to get my stereo and TV and stuff.
After I had worked up a sweat again, I did most of the work just wearing a new tight blue string bikini that I just HAD to buy when I saw it. The contours of that magnificent meat between my legs were so clearly visible. I noticed that some people in the apartment across the street thought I part of was some kind of show as they were just standing at their windows watching me for a while. I really didn't care to close the curtains. If they wanted to see a hot body why would I deny them that pleasure? That reminded me, I got an other bag and chucked in the curtains. Never had any need for them.
After my shake I set the alarm clock for my midnight meal and pulled the covers over me. I was kinda tired. That great work out and getting rid of all that stuff, carrying those bags down the stairs to the basement and throw them in the large waste container was all a bit much. When it was time for my meal I hadn't been able to sleep for two minutes in a row. While preparing the protein shake at 02.30 AM I was thinking why I couldn't sleep again. When I felt the voice beginning to form a sentence I remembered what Eric told me. Again it made so much sense to me. The frigging bed is just to soft, why use a mattress, or indeed a bed? I gulped down the banana-flavoured shake. I really hated bananas before, but I just loved these shakes.
Back in the bedroom I took a single sheet of bed linen and lied down on the ground. At first I thought it was weird or it would feel really uncomfortable to be on sleeping on the floor naked, but I was pleasantly surprised to find that the floor was indeed much more comfortable than the bed had ever been. I had such sweet dreams about Eric and me walking on the boulevard on our way to our favourite beach hang out. I couldn't wait till I had passed my driving tests. end of part three
My New Life With Eric part four
After a few weeks of the same routine of eating, injecting, working out, special massages, driving lessons on the motorbike and slowly stripping my apartment from the luxury singles pad that it had once been to a barren concrete cell, Eric phoned me to tell me he had a great surprise for me.
I really couldn't wait to see what it was. I always hoped that I was pleasing him, but I never quite knew for sure. He never had to punish me or tell me off but he never downright said that I was doing great. Or perhaps in those whispers of his, but those remained inaudible still. My boy's heart beat full of anticipation when I knocked on Eric's front door. He had given me the key to enter the building but not the key to his penthouse apartment. He sometimes summoned me and kept me waiting outside his door for hours. I really didn't mind that much, I knew he wouldn't let me do anything that wasn't for my own benefit. Sometimes I had the feeling that he was using the small door camera to check if I was standing to full attention during those times, but I can't be sure.
This time Eric opened the door right away. "Hey, my little man! Come in!" he said. "Great news!" I really couldn't wait to hear what the surprise was. Eric loved to keep me in suspense so only after the second cup of his special tea did he tell me what was up. "Today I received a letter from your driving school. You have passed your exam! You can collect your motor license at the city hall tomorrow!" I couldn't believe it! "Wow!" I said "Thanx for telling me right away." Eric had asked me to use his address with the driving school people when filling out their forms. That way I wouldn't be bothered by all their complicated forms and bills and such. "And to celebrate this we'll go to the bank soon to get some money from your account and we'll go look for a great racing bike and some leathers for my little man. How about that?" he asked with a enormous smile on his face. "Oh, Eric, that's the best surprise you could give me!" I was so happy with Eric, he was just too good for me.
"You know, it's only one more week before you'll have to get back to the office." Eric said this with a frown on his face. I knew this wasn't good. "Do you remember why you have to go to the office?" Of course I knew why. Eric had told me over and over why I had to go back. I really didn't want to go back, but I had to. Eric told me that I had to get back because before I met him the office was my life and I had made an agreement that I would only be away for a month and a half. So after that time I had to go back to do my job. Because I had promised. Eric told me that I had to be a big boy because the people at the office wouldn't like me as much after the changes Eric had made. "What changes?" I had asked him. All he wanted to tell me is that I would find out in due course "That means when the time is right" Eric said. These changes would prevent me from being able to do the job I used to do. I just didn't have the mental capacity anymore "That means that you're not smart enough, not anymore." Eric had told me. "Did I used to be smart?" I wondered out loud. Eric told me that I used to be very smart and a very good businessman earning a lot of money. Much more than my current allowance. I could hardly believe it and had to giggle a bit when he was talking about me like that. Where did he get those ideas from? A businessman, I am a bodybuilder. What did I know about business? You could ask me anything about food supplements, anabolic steroids, the best exercises for all muscle groups and what was good form for each exercise. I also knew a lot about diet. It's important to know what to eat at what time to get optimal muscle growth. Businessman? Not me.
"Now that you're allowed to drive a motorbike, we'll have to get you some proper clothes. Not just the racing leathers, those were for riding the bike." Off bike I'd have to be dressed properly too. He told me that tomorrow when I woke up I'd know exactly what kind of clothes I needed. The clothes that were the proper garb for me to wear. I was pleasantly surprised that Eric had some brochures of motorbikes on the table for us to look through. I liked the chopper models, but there were no brochures for those, just racing bikes. With a wild grin Eric placed a picture in front of my nose. "This is the bike you'll want to buy, don't you think?" I looked at the picture. It was an older Honda brochure. I really didn't like the bike, I didn't want a race monster, or did I. "The Honda CBR600F4 is the kind of bike that suits a boy like you best. Just look at it." I did, I looked at it. "This is your dream bike, your dreams are filled with images of this bike, you've always wanted this bike. You love the looks, the feel, just touching it will make my dick hard, sometimes you even want to lick it, and the sound is like heaven for you. And now I might actually let you buy one. But I don't want to force anything on you, nothing is more personal than choosing a motorbike. Take the brochure home and have a look at it." He said while taking the brochure from my hands and closing it. "And don't forget to look at the specs too. It won't be long before you'll want to change the topic of any conversation with anyone, except our conversations, to motorbikes, and especially your dream bike, the Honda CBR600F4. Soon you'll think of nothing else but getting bigger still and riding your dream machine."
"Of course you'll have to look the part too. Tomorrow you'll buy the clothes that you've been dying to buy. The only clothes that you feel totally comfortable in. But we also have to buy you some leathers for riding your dream machine." Eric handed me yet another brochure. The open page had a picture that was circled. "Don't you think this Dainese T-age is the perfect suit for my little man?" When I looked at it I knew it was true. This suit would look great on me. Especially if I was allowed to buy my all time favourite Honda. I could see myself driving the motorway on my Honda wearing this suit. "Fantastic" I said out loud. "I knew you'd like it" Eric said when he took the brochure out of my hands. "We'll go to the shop sometime next week. Wouldn't that be a nice day out?" I couldn't but agree with Eric. As always.
After the special massage Eric gave me a little note with an address and a name on it. I had to visit this address tomorrow after I bought my new clothes. On my way home I couldn't think about anything but the Honda. What a machine! I simply loved everything about it. Before long I'd be riding it myself wearing the super cool Dainese T-age suit in matching colours. If I had a dick of my own I bet it would have gotten hard, instead I just readjusted the dick so it felt more comfortable in the briefs I was wearing under my Chinos.
That was another thing, my clothes weren't as comfortable as they used to be. They hadn't been comfortable for a while, even before I got bigger. Even when they still fit me they weren't that comfortable, as if they just weren't my own clothes. I really hated wearing those chinos and dress shirts. That was why I didn't wear much when I was at home. Mostly just a string bikini, jockstrap or cut off jeans. But lately it had gotten a lot worse. They just didn't fit me anymore. The fabric of most of my clothes was stretched to its limits. Very uncomfortable. Then again, Eric thought it looked kinda sexy, all that muscle just screaming to be released from their textile prison. At the moment my quads just felt like they could tear the fabric of the chinos I was wearing. I had gained so much mass in a relatively short time. The more I thought of it the more afraid of actually tearing the fabric I got. I had to put my mind off of it. Not a second later I was thinking about my dream race monster again. I could almost feel the machine between my, now fairly massive, legs. All that vibrating power, if only I could get hard...
Ever since Eric's suggestion of sleeping on the floor I really had to set the alarm clock for my 02.30 am shake. I'd been sleeping like a rose ever since I kissed the bed goodbye. The bed became just a waist of space so I simply sold the whole thing. My pre shake dreams were about me riding my Honda wearing that fantastic Dainese suit. I would park the bike, remove my helmet and open the top part of the suit and got my torso, ever increasing in mass, out and have the top part of the one piece suit dangle around my waist before actually getting off the bike. I would carry the helmet very nonchalantly in my right hand. In my dream I was wearing a very tight wife beater and I had a magnificent tribal tattoo, covering both my arms, part of the shoulders, back and chest. What a sight I was. The sound of the alarm clock abruptly ended my dreams... Time for some protein! end of part four
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* My New Life With Eric (1-4)
23:45 on 2009-06-30 by dougkent60
love the way he gets dumber and dumber
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