From: johnlb@primenet.com (John Bowling)
Subject: The Apothecary (M/M muscle growth) Pt1
Date: 6 Apr 1997 10:39:01 -0700

Ye Olde Apothecary Shoppe
 
        Copyright (C) by John Bowling, 1997
 
"Sire, there be three ways to find oneself in the hamlet.  Thee may walk,
bicycle, or ride a horse.  The road be too narrow for buggy or modern
conveyance, and, mind ye, 'tiz a fair jaunt."
 
"Do you have bicycles available to rent?"
 
"There be several."  They were all ancient, single speed ones that were
heavy, with fenders and other useless weighty things.  They were all
in good shape, as if they were only a few years old.  It was a long
uphill climb, but I cycle a lot back home and I'm in excellent shape,
to the point of being considered well built.
 
I rode a bicycle up the five miles of steep, winding, narrow road to a
tiny hamlet that looked as if it had been there since before the dark
ages.  The buildings were of stone, set close together, at the edge of a
dark brooding forest.  Most were overgrown with ivy and roses.  They had
modest windows made from several small, grimy panes set in wood, framed
with functional wooden shutters, and appeared as if they were imported
from the London of the 1600's.  I found the Fair Damsel inn, one of only a
half dozen store fronts there, and went inside.  Inside I found a wizened
woman who appeared to be at least 80 reading a book that looked even
older.
 
"We ha' but one.  Sev'nt'n L'shm's a f'rtni't."  She said before I even
asked.
 
"Pardon?"
 
"Ayh, twn'y-fve doll'rs 'Mrc'n."  Decently reasonable, I thought.
"Per veek."
 
"I'll take it."
 
"Sven!"
 
"Yes, mum."  A strapping young man stepped in from the other room.  He was
a strawberry blond, dressed in dark linen slacks that were tight, more
because of his muscular build than any kind of fashion.  He wore a white
cotton shirt with ruffles, which was also stretched fairly tight in some
places.
 
"Show the gent'man to his room, and be sure ye make 'im velcum!"
 
"Yes, mum."  He looked over at me and grinned, dimples showing in his
handsome face.  He must have noticed the way I was looking at him, because
the grin turned into a genuine smile and he winked, and then blushed and
looked down.
 
"Sven!"
 
"Yes, mum.  Sorry, mum."  He reached out with both hands and grasped my
shoulders, pulled me close and kissed both cheeks.  I was rather surprized
at it but it felt good to be kissed by such a nice young man.  I detected
more there than just a kiss of greeting, that his grin was hiding some
desire.  It was also obvious that he was very strong.
 
"'Tis better, now be off.  Mind ye, treat 'im right!"
 
He checked for luggage, and, not finding any, led the way up the stairs.
I checked him out, watching his solidly muscled bubble butt cheeks swell
alternatly as he climbed the stairs, with his slacks clinging tightly to
them. He led me to a hall with a half dozen doors.  The walls were all
paneled with solid hard wood, oiled often, and dark.  He opened my door
and held the door for me, grinning.  His dimples were cute up close.  The
door was narrow, and as I stepped past him, face to face, I brushed his
body.  I felt large, firmly solid lumps in several appropriate spots.  I
grinned at him as I slid by, and my hand absently brushed over his crotch.
Damn, he was hard!  I wanted to grab it and play, but all I did was to
press against it and then stepped into the room.  He was grinning broadly.
 
He came in behind me to turn on the lights.  The switches were the old
fashioned rotary style, with a pair of frayed cloth covered wires going up
to the ceiling.  I looked around, enjoying the rustic old room.
He opened a curtained door that led out to a balcony.  He motioned to me
to come out on the ledge and grinned as I walked out past him.  He
followed very closely, and when I had to stop for the railing, he pressed
against me and didn't back up.  In fact, he reached around me and gave me
a hug to keep me from falling over the railing, grabbing my pecs with his
hands. His hard dick pressed against my buttocks.  I flexed my pecs and my
buttocks.  He squeezed on me and shoved his dick hard against my ass.
 
After I had regained my balance he let me loose, and pointed to a
door adjacent to mine on the same balcony, said it was his room, and he
opened the door and showed it to me.  Inside was a workout bench and
several heavy weights, and pictures on the wall of several well built men.
I reached up and grabbed his bicep, sqeezing it.  He flexed and grinned,
blushing.  He grabbed my bicep and I flexed it for him.  That was when I
saw the hard, thick buldge running the full length of his crotch.  I
rubbed my hand against it and he was now blushing a bright red, but
grinning.  I grabbed him, pressed my own hard dick against his, and
wrapped my arms around his muscular body, squeezing him to me.
 
"And I though I would have to spend the next few nights alone.  You feel
like the kind of guy I'ld love to sleep with."
 
"Yes, yesss, YESSS!  Except neither one of us will get much sleep!
I can't sleep when I've got a body like yours to play with!"  He spoke
English with a lot less accent than his aunt.
 
"You play with this body and you'll have your own gorgeous body played
with!  In fact, I'll play with yours even if you don't play with mine!"
 
He was grinning from ear to ear, blushing a bright red, even brighter than
the red of his hair.  I squeezed him closer and began to nibble on his
ear.  I felt him getting even more turned on, his hard body getting
harder. I tightened my grip even more, and moved a little to rub my cock
against his.  Pressing them together, two steel hard, throbbing shafts I
began to kiss him.  I felt him flexing his muscles, his arms around my
chest tightened with his powerfull grip.  He rubbed his cock against mine,
and we both squeezed harder.  Then we were both flexed in the throes of
ejaculation, the feeling of the other guy's hard flexed muscles making the
climax even better.  We held each other for a few moments, than relaxed
and sat on the bed.
 
"I guarantee tonight's going to be the hottest night either of us have
had!  That is if you're available tonight?"  I asked.
 
"I'll cancel my date tonight!"
 
"You have a date, and you're cancelling?"
 
"Yea, I've been going with her for a couple of years.  We're the only
people our age around here, so it's expected.  I've never wanted to have
sex with her, though.  Now I know why!"
 
"You certainly make what would have been a boring trip exciting for me!
If you want, I'ld love to have you spend every night and day with me until
I have to go back.  And we'll do whatever comes up!"  I reached over and
grabbed his cock, which was still rock hard.
 
He blushed again.  "Yes!  Only I've got chores to do here.  There's lots
of work around here and Great Aunt Maude can't do much at her age."
 
"And because you're so strong and well built, you do it all?"
 
"Yea!"
 
"Does that include entertaining the guests?"
 
"Sometimes.  If they request it."  The look in his eye was begging me
to request his company.
 
"Well, I could use lots of help while I'm here.  I need a guide, and
I may need someone strong to carry some heavy things, and I could also
use help at night to take notes and whatever else comes up.  And keep
me entertained.  Know anyone who can do all that?"
 
He lifted his arm and flexed it:  "Does this look strong enough for you?"
 
I grabbed it and squeezed.  "Damn near perfect!  Even better if you know
how to use it!"
 
"I may look like a dumb kid, but I'm decently intellegent."
 
"You keep flexing those muscles and we'll be here for a week and neither
of us will get anything done.  By the way, my name's Terry."
 
"Yea, I should go help my auntie start dinner."  He didn't move,
just kept his biceps flexed and his dick throbbing, and I continued to
feel them.
 
"Yea, and I have some places to go before dark."  I unzipped his pants
and pulled out his throbbing cock and began to suck him.
 
"Yea, make me cum so I can go soft and be presentable in front of auntie!
God that feels sooo good!"  He was pulling mine out of my pants and began
sucking on it.  We finished each other off quickly.
 
"Now, I must go help auntie!"
 
"First, tell me where the rest room is, please?"
 
"Oh, I forgot.  Right down the hall here."
 
He walked me over to it, and held the door, brushing me again as I walked
in, grinned, and followed me in.  There was one urinal and I had to use
it.  He squeezed in beside me and we both pissed.
 
"Damn, this is going to be heaven for the next few days, entertaining a
good looking, well built guest like you!"
 
"Yea, but it would be hell if you wern't here, my gorgeous muscle host."
 
He grinned and blushed again.
 
"Come, let's go get those things done and then we'll be together all
night!"
 
We went back down stairs, and his aunt was still reading.
 
"Sven, did ye velcum our guest?"
 
"Yes, mum!"
 
"He sure did ma'm!  And I'm going to need a lot of help the next few days.
Would it be possible to borrow Sven?"
 
"Fine, only right now he needs to start the dinner.  I can't handle those
big iron kettles any more, never did handle them well, but Sven's been
hoisting them for me since he was a boy.  Right strong lad, that Sven!"
 
"Perhaps if I gave you a hand you could show me around the hamlet before
dark?"
 
"Yes, if that's ok with you, mum?"
 
"Yes, son, anything our guest vants!"
 
He grinned and we walked into a large kitchen.  Apparently the inn had the
only restaurant in town.  There were three huge iron kettles hanging from
the rafters.  Sven reached over and grabbed the largest one, lifting it
easily.  I grabbed the next and was surprized at how heavy it was, and
even though it was smaller than his I had to struggle to get it down.  We
put them down next to a sink, and filled them about half full with water.
He grabbed his, about a foot in diamater larger, and with about ten
gallons more water than mine, and his biceps swelled hugely as the kettle
rose and he carried it about twenty feet over to the hearth, setting it on
it's legs.  I grabbed mine the same way and couldn't budge it.  I tried
again and still didn't move it.  He came back and grabbed it, lifting it
easily.  He then did the same for the third kettle, and then put several
dried logs under them and got the fire going.
 
"Damn, you're as strong as an ox!"
 
He was grinning and blushed again.  He took me out to the street, into
every shop, and introduced me to everyone.  Mary, his girl friend, was
in the seamstress shop, and he told her about the change in plans for the
evening, saying I needed lots of help for the next few days. She
understood.  I suspect she was more than a little bored with being with
him all the time, expecially when he didn't respond to her.
 
Next was a general store, the closest thing they had to a grocery, and
his uncle Fredrick ran it.  I bought us a couple of snacks and root beers.
The selection wasn't great, but the root beers were far better than the
normal ones back home.  Next was a tavern, the 'Stag and Hound', and
we went in and met his cousin Gregory.  He was at least ten years older
than Sven, and his well muscled body made Sven look skinny.  We had a
couple of draft stouts and talked for while.  I told Sven a little about
what I was here for, and he suggested we go to the next shop.  As we were
leaving Gregory whispered to me "Sire, treat the boy right, 'tis 'is first
love."  I whispered back that I would, and thanked him for being discreet.
I thought about it and Sven was acting like a school boy in love for the
first time, a real puppy love.  I made it my intention to treat him so
well it would turn into real, lasting love.
 
We skipped the next shop, which was empty and filthy, and went to the last
shop, the one closest to the forest.  At first, it seemed empty and
deserted also.  The windows were dirtier than the last place, and had
a large assortment of small, half filled vials and bottles placed
randomly.  The door creaked, and was hard to move.  Naturally, Sven did it
easily. We walked in.  With the sun going down, the only light was from
candles. A decrepit man wearing long robes was reading an ancient tome.
It almost felt like we had walked into a ancient wizard's shop.
 
"Ahhh, Sven.  Ye've done it this time, gotten yeself smitten.  Who's
to care for ye old aunte when ye've gone?  And to ye, Terry, in answer to
ye questions, I be no wizard, warlock, nor other dealer in majik.
I be Diatan, alchemist, one of a few true practitioners in ancient 'erbal
remedies.  I see ye've worked ye majik on Sven."
 
"But, I'm not going anywhere."  Sven said.
 
"Ye go with Terry when he be gone.  Afore he's gone, ye will 'elp 'im get
'is items.  Oh, I've a list 'ere of the items.  Ahh, 'ere 'tis."  He
ambled over to a shelf, moved pile of books and bottles.  He lifted a
paper that looked ancient, brushed thick dust off it, and handed it to
Terry.  "Bring 'em ta me afore the moon waxes gibbous, 3 days hense, and
I'll prep'r 'em prop'r."
 
"Thank you.  How did you know what I need?"
 
"'Tis obvious to a seer."
 
Sven and I left with the list and went back to the inn.  His aunt had
dinner ready when we arrived, a rabbit stew made with fresh vegetables
and herbs, some assorted fresh raw vegtables and fruits, and an apple
and berry pie that was marvelous.  I helped Sven wash the kettles
out.  After hosing them out, he held the heavy pots up with his buldging,
hard muscles and sloshed the water in them around, then ran a lye soaped
brush around and sloshed them again.  Actually, I wasn't so much helping
as I was watching and feeling his big muscles ripple as he lifted them.
 
After he had finished his evening chores, we went to my room and looked
over the list.  There was nothing quite so exotic as 'eye of newt', but
about fifty items that were mostly herbs, seeds and roots.  What was
exotic about them was the time they were to be picked and how.  Some were
at midnight on a night with no moon, or with a blue moon.  Some were at
dawn or dusk, and others during the fullness of the sun.  The other exotic
thing about them was the nice, well built young man who was helping me,
expecially when he had to lift some heavy boulders to get items below
them.
 
There was no moon that night, and a blue moon occured two nights later.
We almost didn't get the items that night.  The blue moon was so romantic
we almost spent the entire night making love beneath it.  After we got
the items, Sven confessed that he didn't want to live without me.  And
I felt the same about him.
 
We spent the three days and nights tripping (gayly?) through the woods,
working out with his weights (I was *very* impressed with the muscles this
young man had), doing a few chores, and making love.  Sven mentioned it
first, and then I began to notice it too, that my muscles were growing
rapidly, and that I was now nearly as strong as he was.
 
Then, suddenly, it was time to take the items to the alchemist, and let
him prepare them.  It would take him two more days with his morter and
pestle to powder and mix them, again at the right times of day, so we went
back to having fun with each other.  By the time he was done, my muscles
had grown dramtically, and I could overpower Sven easily.  My muscles were
both larger and harder than his.  We spent some time in the tavern, and
I could even beat Gregory arm wrestling.
 
Then it was time for me to leave and Sven was coming with me.  We said
goodby to all of his friends and relatives.  Every one of them talked to
me and said they were glad Sven had finally found a good man, and they
knew I would take good care of him.  Gregory handed me a list of dates,
admonishing me to always keep it, and to visit when we could.
 
We walked down the hill, pushing the bike.  After dropping it off, I
looked back up the hill and saw a hill without a trail, no hamlet anywhere
up there, and even the place I had rented the bike had dissappeared.
 
I turned back to Sven.  He hadn't dissappeared.  I must have had a puzzled
look on my face, and he answered my unspoken question:
 
"It visits this temporal plane every few years, and will be back again.
It's off visiting another now."
 
"So that's what this list of dates is, when it visits here.  And you'ld
rather stay here than go to other places?  And leave that peacefull
little hamlet!"
 
"I rarely get to see those other places, and the hamlet is boring, and
never have I met someone as wonderful or as strong as you."
 
"Ok, but if you want to go back sometime, just say so.  I would enjoy
visiting it myself again."
 
"A visit would be nice sometime."
 
"Well, the list says then next time is in fifteen years!"
 
"Just about right for our son to be a well built young man!"
 
"Our son?  What are you talking about?"
 
"I took two vials of our sperm to Diatan, and he will see that Mary's
egg is fertilized by both, so the baby boy will be like both of us."
 
"How?"
 
"He knows a lot more majik than he lets on!"
 
"How much do you know?"
 
"I know what you're going to use those herbs for!"  He reached for my
bicep and squeezed on it.  I flexed and grabbed his.
 
"Yea, we'll both get so huge it'll take ten massive bodybuilders to hold
one of us down."
 
"While you were there, many of those herbs were in the food we ate.
Because you had never consumed them, but had consumed foods from your
normal life, you grew strong quickly.  Now that I have left there, eating
your foods will make me grow quickly with the herbs I have ate all my
life."
 
"Yea, and then after they have been used, we will use these herbs to
continue growing.  It's too bad it'll be 15 years before they are back.
We might want another dose before then."
 
"Living those 15 years with you will be the best 15 years I've ever
lived."
 
I grabbed Sven, lifted him and tossed him down to the grass and fell on
top of him.  We rolled around for several minutes, wrestling and feeling
each other flex.  I wrapped my now huge arms around him and squeezed,
and he squeezed back.  Our throbbing dicks were pressed together and we
came as we tightened our powerfull muscles.  We slept then, and dreamed
about our future gigantic muscles.

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