Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2015 18:10:54 -0800
From: karlsfriend@gmail.com
Subject: Putting On Some Muscle Pt 1 and 2 - A/Y

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Putting On Some Muscle
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Chapter One

I had just turned 12 and was starting to notice that I wasn't , um,
developing like the other boys.  I was still skinny and didn't show any
signs of getting muscles like my friends.  There were some boys in my class
that were actually getting hair 'down there'.  I'd noticed that my dick (as
my friends Adam and Jeff call it) had gotten bigger.  It was almost 3
inches when it got hard.  But my balls didn't seem to be getting any
bigger.  I started to get concerned.  I would wake up in the mornings now
and my dick was ALWAYS hard.  I would try to run to the bathroom when I
knew no one was in the hallway.

One day I was feeling really down because my friend Jeff and I had been
talking at school.  He said in a really low whisper as we sat down in our
class that he had something really cool to tell me.  He was being so
secretive I had no I idea what he could be talking about.  Before I could
ask the bell rang and Mr. Christian started class.

As we headed to lunch I looked at Jeff and asked, "So what's the biggie?"

"Not here," he said.  "I'll tell you when we get to the lunch room."

We grabbed our trays and Jeff lead me over to a corner of the lunchroom
away from everyone else.  When we sat down I finally couldn't take it any
more.

"What!", I said a little louder than I meant to.

He leaned in and he said he started to make 'cum'.

"What do you mean?", I asked having no idea what he meant.

"Jeez, you don't know what cum is?  You really are a baby," he said as he
rolled his eyes.  "You know...the stuff that comes out of the end of your
dick when you rub it."

I knew that rubbing it felt good but I didn't know that anything would
happen except I got a really good tingly feeling.

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Let me just start with the fact that I only had sisters.  Two of them.
They were both older than me and didn't really pay any attention to me.
Jeff had three brothers.  His oldest brother Carson was 18.  While Jeff
thought he was a jerk I always thought he was kinda cool even though he
could be a little mean sometimes.  It was a little bit of a boy crush.  My
crush sorta started when I was 8 and we were at their house.  Jeff and I
were sitting playing a video game in the bedroom that Carson and Jeff
shared.

Jeff and I were complete opposites.  Where I was skinny and small Jeff was
thick and bigger.  He wasn't fat or anything.  Just big.  His whole family
was like that.  So when Carson came out of the bathroom with just a towel
around his waist I couldn't take my eyes away.  He was leaning his head
forward and running his hands through his hair to get the water out so his
eyes were looking down.  I just stared.  He wasn't really muscle-y or
anything.  He played football and was just big. I was mesmerized by the
bulge Carson's towel made.  The towel wasn't very thick and barely fit
around his waist so I could see practically everything.  I could see a thin
amount of hair under his thick arms and how he even had some hair on his
legs.  As I was watching his bulge bounce beneath the towel I hadn't
noticed that he had stopped drying his hair and was now looking up at me.
When he saw me look up at him he sorta sneered at me, reached in his a
drawer and pulled out some underwear then went back into the bathroom.  I
could feel my face get really hot and I felt a little sick to my stomach.
Jeff hadn't noticed anything because he was so caught up in the game but I
felt really embarrassed.  When Carson came out of the bathroom again I
could see out of the corner of my eye that he had his underwear on and kept
staring over at me.  I didn't dare look over at him.  I just pretended to
be caught up in the game.  From that point on I avoided him when I was over
at their house.

Shortly after I turned 10 my mom said I was old enough to have sleep overs.
Jeff would usually come to my house since I had my own bedroom but one
Saturday night my mom said she talked to Jeff's mom and that I would be
staying with them while she and my dad went to a party.  I really didn't
want to go.  I told Jeff I didn't want to stay at his house because we had
to sleep in his room and he shared it with Carson.

"Don't worry," he said, taking my hesitance as dislike of his brother.  "My
mom said we can sleep in the TV room."

The TV room was basically their basement with a sofa, a couple of chairs
and a TV in it.  But at least I wasn't going to have to spend the time
around Carson.

Satuday night came and as Jeff and I sat and watched a scary movie we both
jumped when Carson yelled, "Boo!"  Carson just laughed and plopped down on
the sofa.  We were lying on the floor and I didn't move.

"You're a jerk," Jeff said as he turned around and scowled at Carson.

"Hey squirt," Carson said.  He hadn't called me that in a long time.

"Hey," I said weakly not looking back, pretending to be all caught up in
the movie.

When the movie ended Jeff jumped up and said he needed to go to the
bathroom.

"We'll watch the other one when I get back," he said.  "Do you need to
go?", he asked as he headed upstairs.

"Nah," I said as I sat up and turned around.  I saw Carson sitting on the
couch.  He had on a pair of basketball shorts.  The shiny kind.  He had his
football jersey and it hung down sort low and covered his lap.  As Jeff
headed up the stairs Carson yelled, "Hey, bring me a Coke."  The Cokes were
out in the garage in a fridge they kept out there with drinks in it.

"Get it yourself," Jeff said as he was about half way up the stairs.

"Just do it," Carson said in a bored tone.

"Whatever," Jeff mumbled as he went up the stairs.

"How come I haven't seen you in a while," he said looking me right in the
eye.

I shrugged and said, "I don't know. Jeff usually comes to my house cause I
have my own room."  I could feel the heat building in my face.

"You sure?" he said dropping his hand down to his crotch.  My eyes
naturally followed his hand.  He smiled and stretched exposing his crotch,
then pretended to yawn and stretching more making his shirt lift higher.  I
could see the outline of his dick as he spread his legs and the shorts
pressed against his meaty thigh.  He wasn't wearing any underwear!  I
quickly looked up to his face.  This time he wasn't sneering.  He was
smiling.  His moved his hands to his knees and he said something about
football and how Jeff and I should come to watch one of his games.  The
shorts were sorta long so you couldn't really see anything except the
outline of his dick.  That was until he started casually pulling his hand
down from his knee towards his thighs and taking the silky material with
it.  As his hand moved closer to his dick my heart started beating faster.
The silky material slipped down his thighs.  Finally the material was
within centimeters of it.  He pulled the material out and around exposing
his big-boy dick.  It seemed huge.  It wasn't hard or anything.  It was
just big.  My mouth was dry as I watched his hand wrap absent-mindedly
around it.  I looked up at his face and he was staring right back at me.
Smiling.

"Wanna touch it," he said in low voice.

I sat there in stunned silence.  I didn't know exactly why but I did want
to touch it.  I wanted to see what it felt like.  So I nodded my head a
little.

He leaned forward and said, "Come 'ere before Jeff gets back."

I crawled over to where he was sitting and felt my stomach clench up as I
approached.  I was between his legs.  It smelled like maybe he'd just taken
a shower.  I looked up at his face and he was looking at me with a knowing
look on his face.  I reached my hand forward and touched it.  Carson let
out a little moan and I pulled back.

"Why'd you stop," he asked looking frustrated.

"I thought I did it wrong," I said.

"No.  It felt really good."  I watched as it started to get bigger and
harder.  I reached out again and wrapped as much of it in my hand as I
could.  It felt so hot.  It was really hard but really soft at the same
time.  I thought about how when mine got hard it just felt really hard.

Just then Jeff yelled from the top of the stairs, "Ricky, you want a Coke
too?"

Both Carson and I jumped.  I came out of the trance I'd been in and pulled
back just as Carson pulled his shorts back to his knees and his shirt back
down over his crotch.

I couldn't think.  I just yelled back with a shaky voice, "Yeah.  That
sounds good."

We heard Jeff head out to the garage and I started to reach out again but
Carson shook his head.  It had been close enough for him.  I felt a little
stupid sitting down at his feet so I crawled back over to the sleeping bag
I'd been lying on and realized my dick was hard.  I laid on my stomach as
Jeff came bounding down the stairs with three cokes in his hands.  He
looked at Carson and said, "Here's your Coke."  I looked back at Carson and
I could see his hand was shaking a little as he took the can.  Jeff plopped
down on the sleeping bag next to me and handed me mine.  I heard the
hissing sound of his can being opened and did the same.  I couldn't get the
memory of how Carson's cock felt in my hand.

Jeff looked over at both of us and said, "Geez guys.  You couldn't even put
in the other DVD?"  He rolled his eyes and swapped out the DVDs.  I tried
really hard to concentrate on the movie but all I could think about was
Carson sitting behind us.  Finally, about 10 minutes into the movie we
heard Carson get up.

"Goin' to bed," he said as he started toward the stairs.  I felt a little
relieved.

When he got out of earshot Jeff paused the movie, leaned over and said,
"He's probably gonna go jack off."

I looked at him not knowing what the heck he meant.

"You know.  That's when you rub your wiener a lot."

I shrugged having no idea.

"Well," he said in a conspiratorial tone, "When he thinks I'm asleep he
pushes his underwear down.  I can see his wiener is hard.  I don't know
exactly what he does but I can hear him over in his bed and I can sorta see
his hand moving up and down .  Then he makes some grunting noises.  Once
when he finished I asked him what he was doing.  He jumped 'cause he didn't
know I was awake and said 'nothin' but to keep my mouth shut.  Then rolled
over and went to sleep.  When I asked him about it the next day he said he
was jacking off.  I asked what that was and he said I'd know when I got
older and that if I told anyone about him he'd kick the you-know-what out
of me."  He laughed, turned and started the movie up.

I stared at him in amazement.  I really wanted to know more.  I didn't ever
really get the chance to find out though.  He had already started watching
the movie again.

The next morning when Jeff's mom got us up we had breakfast and I briefly
saw Carson as he headed out the door.  He didn't look at me.

Although I've thought about that night since it happened I knew better than
to say anything to Jeff about it.

******************************************

"So what happens when cum comes out?" I asked still confused.  "Why is that
a big deal?"

"Cause you, you know, had an orgasm," he said, now starting to sound like
he knew everything.

"Oh," I said still not sure.

He went on saying that Carson had shown him how to do it about 6 months ago
when they were both laying in bed, the light was still on because Carson
had been reading something.  Then Jeff heard Carson 'jacking off' again.
This time Carson knew Jeff was awake but acted like he didn't care.  Jeff
said he watched as Carson pulled on his dick and touched his nipples (that
totally threw me) and finally he shot cum all over his stomach.  When he
was finished Carson reached down from his bed and pulled a dirty sock from
the floor then wiped his stomach off.  Then he turned off the light and
went to sleep.

The next night when he heard Carson he looked over and Carson was staring
right back at him.

"You do it too," Carson said.

Jeff followed his lead.  He pulled down his underwear and mimicked Carson's
actions.  He said he didn't shoot cum but he did feel a really great
feeling and he got really light headed.  Carson told him he had an orgasm
but he couldn't make cum yet.  From that night on they did it at the same
time.

"Once, Carson tried to get me to touch his dick but I told him no, that I
thought that was gross and he never asked again."

I could feel my inside knotting up.  I was wishing I had a brother like
Carson.



Chapter Two

My parents were pretty cool about stuff so that night after we'd finished
dinner and my sisters had gone to their cheerleading practice I went into
my dad who was watching TV while my mom was doing dishes.  I asked him
about jacking off.  He got a startled look on his face.  Looked a little
flustered and said he'd be right back, that he wanted a beer.  He walked
into the kitchen and I heard my mom and dad talking low and then my dad
came back in the room with the beer.  My mom came into the living room and
said she was going to go to bed early to finish a book she'd been reading.
She smiled a little and nodded to my dad.

After she left the room my dad started telling me all about the 'birds and
the bees'.  He explained about jacking off.  He called it 'masturbating'.
He said that it happened as you got older.  'As you developed'.  He
explained all the technical stuff about girls getting pregnant and boys
being fathers, etc.  When I asked why I didn't make cum like Jeff did he
looked a little uncomfortable and said that sometimes things happen
differently for different people.  He said it would happen and not to worry
about it.

I went to bed a little clearer on the concepts but still wondering why I
wasn't able to make cum.

Shortly thereafter I started noticing that I was a lot skinnier than the
other boys and that they seemed to be 'developing' more quickly.  I was
becoming frustrated and complained about it a lot to my dad.

"Well," he said as he thought, probably tired of my complaining.  "Why
don't I take you to the gym with me.  We'll start putting muscles on you."

My dad went to the gym after work a couple of times a week and usually on a
Saturday or Sunday.

The closest thing to a gym I'd ever been to was P.E. in school so on
Saturday when we walked in the girl at the desk didn't seem comfortable
with my being there.  My dad had to sign a piece of paper saying that he
would be responsible for me.  He called it a consent form.  We didn't bring
any clothes to work out in that day.  My dad just wanted me to see what it
was like and give me a tour of the place.  As we walked around he showed me
different areas and the various excercise machines.  He'd stop and say hi
to some of the guys there.  I saw one of the men from our church there.  He
looked kinda funny without his suit on.  He waved at my dad and after
noticing me waved at me.

After about half an hour there I told my dad I had to pee.  He said it was
in the locker room and that I should follow him.  We walked down a long
hallway to rows and rows of lockers.  The locker room in my school only had
two rows of lockers.  This place seemed huge.  My eyes bulged as I saw all
kinds of men in various states of undress.  There were old guys and guys my
dads age.  I didn't see anyone my age.  I stared openly at one guy who was
drying off.  His dick was huge!  I looked up at my dad and he winked at me.

"Yeah, we're all a little jealous of him," he said with a smile.  "Hey
Sal," my dad yelled out.  Sal, the man with the giant dick, looked up,
smiled and walked over towards us wrapping his towel around his waist.

"Hey Rick, how's it goin'?" he said to my dad as he approached.  He
extended his hand and shook my dad's hand.

"This is my son Ricky," he said indicating me.  I stuck out my hand to
shake Sal's hand and felt it wrap around mine like a giant baseball glove.

"Well, I see he's got his mother's good looks," Sal laughed as he shook my
hand.

My dad laughed and started telling Sal about how I was going to start
coming to the gym with him and we were going to see about putting some
extra meat on my bones.  Sal was smiling and laughing looking betwen my dad
and me.  I couldn't help but try and look at the dick that was rubbing
against the towel just a few inches from my face.  I tried to keep my eyes
on Sal or my dad's face but they kept taking quick peeks down.  Someone
yelled my dad's name and he looked over at them and waved.  Sal looked down
at me and smiled realizing where my eyes were straying to.  He looked over
in the same direction my dad was looking and acted like his towel was
slipping.  He opened it back up as if he was going to wrap it tighter and
gave me a close-up view of his giant horse dick.  He left it open for a
second longer than he probably should have and slowly closed the towel over
the huge prize.  I could feel my insides turn to knots.

"Hey dad," I said after Sal had closed the towel.  "Where's the bathroom?"

"Oh sorry," my dad said and pointed me in the direction of the bathroom.
As I left I heard Sal say to my dad, "He's gonna be a heart breaker."

As I walked to the bathroom I saw a glass door that seemed almost opaque.
It said 'STEAM ROOM' in big letters and had some rules posted.  As I walked
by I noticed one of the rules was 'No Inappropriate Behaviour'.  I had no
idea what that meant but that one rule stuck in my head.  I found the
urinal and finished.  I washed my hands and was walking passed the steam
room again and noticed a guy that was about my grandpa's age walk out
wrapping a towel around his waist.  His dick was hard!  When he saw me and
saw what I was looking at he quickly finished wrapping the towel around his
waist and headed toward the lockers.  I watched as he disappeared down one
of the aisles.

When I got back to my dad he was still talking with Sal but a different man
was also with them.  He and my dad worked together.  I remembered I'd met
him one day when we went to my dad's office but I didn't remember his name.
As I walked up my dad reached around and pulled me next to him.

"Find everything okay?" he asked.  When I shook my head yes he introduced
me to the man from his office.  His name was Carlos but everyone called him
Carl.  I overheard my mom saying to my dad once, when she didn't think I
was listening, that she thought Carlos was sex-crazed.  "He's a bachelor
and loving it," my dad laughed.  "He's dated half the women in our building
but they still line up."  My mom made a gagging noise which made my dad
laugh out loud.

"Wow," Carl said as I shook his hand.  "You've gotten bigger since I saw
you last time."  I secretly wondered if my dad told him to say that.  Carl
had a little bit of an accent but I didn't know where he was from.  "So
you're going to be working out here, huh?  You'll be a hit with the ladies
in no time."

I felt embarrassed mostly because I could care less about 'the ladies'.  I
wanted nothing more than to look around the locker room at all the naked
men.  My dad kept talking and I just kept looking around.  The man I'd seen
walking out of the steam room came walking by and I looked at him.  He
seemed really embarrassed and tried to walk by really fast.  My dad stopped
him and said, "Hey Dave.  Meet my son Ricky."  Dave hesitated and walked
over.

"How's it goin'," he said as he reached down and quickly shook my hand.  I
smiled back at him and said, "Really good.  My dad is gonna start bringing
me here to work out."  Dave looked at me and then at my dad.  "Well, that's
good," he said quickly.  "Sorry Rick, I gotta run.  I gotta pick up Maggie
from the mall."  My dad said 'no problem' and Dave shot out of there.

Sal said he had to get going too.  "Gotta get Maggie.  We're going to
dinner and a movie.  She said it's 'date night'.  Whatever that means.  I
guess you gotta keep 'em happy if you want 'em to keep you happy," he said
as he whipped his towel off and flung it over his shoulder showing off his
giant dick.

"Whoa, dude!  Put that monster away," Carl laughed.  "Don't want to give
the kid a complex."

"What?" Sal asked innocently.  "Oh, you mean this?", he said and took the
monster in his hand and shook it.

Both Carl and my dad laughed.

He pulled his hand away and said, "Well it was nice to meet you Ricky."
Then he shook my hand with the hand that had just been around his dick.  It
still felt warm.

"I gotta tell you," Carl leaned into my dad and said in a loud whisper,
"his wife's pussy must be a wreck."

Dad started to laugh and then it was if he suddenly realized I was there
and said, "Well, we need to get home too."  Carl gave my dad an 'oops' look
and said good-bye.

On the way home my dad interrupted my thoughts of Sal and his giant dick.
"Now, you know son, when guys get together sometimes they talk differently
than they would around their wives.  So, anything you hear at the gym is
just between us guys.  Right?", he said a little unsure.

I nodded.  "Sure dad.  I can't wait to start working out too."

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