Barista Muscle 2
I didn't get back to the Starbucks as often as I'd have liked, what with work and all, and even when I did go, Nick wasn't always there. His schedule was erratic, since he was also taking some college courses during the day. So it was a pleasant surprise one day when I stopped in, to see him there, wiping down the counters, his big horseshoe triceps bulging out with every swipe of his towel.
"Hey, Frank!" he said with a big grin. "Long time, no see. I was hoping you'd stop by soon. You notice anything different about me?" I looked him up and down as he stood there squaring off his big shoulders. He'd definitely put on some size, but it wasn't until I looked up toward his head that I noticed the biggest change.
"Man...your neck...it's gotten so thick," I said.
He laughed and said, "I knew you'd pick up on it. They got a new neck machine at the gym, and I've been using it every day. I know you're not supposed to train the same body part every day, but I've added 2 inches to my neck, so I figured what the heck. Went from a 17 to a 19. Bet I can get to 20 inches soon. And it's even hitting my traps too, check it out." Nick reached up and pulled the collar of his black polo away from his neck and then flex up the left side of his traps. The muscle thickened up and rose, merging with the back of his thick neck. "Bet my traps are 2 inches thicker than the last time you saw me, too. Feels so good. Touch it." He reached down and grabbed my hand and shoved it up under his collar and against his trap muscle. It felt like a rounded piece of marble. He ran my hand up to the side of his neck. "Feel how big it's gettin'?" he said. The column-like muscle of his neck was as hard as the countertop I was leaning up against for support. My skin was flushing with heat, like I'd taken too much niacin. "Weighed in at 233 this morning, man, will be hitting 240 soon," he said.
I pulled my hand free and off his big neck, dizzy with muscle lust. I noticed some of the customers nodding over in our direction, and I had to do something to keep from sprouting full on wood right here in Starbucks. "That reminds me, Nick," I said, changing the subject, "I was ordering some protein powder online the other night, and they were having a 2-for-1 sale, so I ordered a bag for you."
"You did? How cool is that...I mean, you didn't have to do that, man, but I could really use it. My supps have been cutting into my budget big time."
"Well, next time I come in, I'll bring it with me."
"You don't have to do that either, Frank. Don't you live around here?"
"Yeah, not too far."
"I'll stop by after I get out of work tonight, if that's cool with you."
"Sure, that'd be fine," I said, as if that wasn't my hope all along. I wrote down my address and gave it to him.
"Excellent. See you around 6:15?"
"Great." I left the store. No coffee. Nothing. Didn't care. Couldn't think of anything all day except Nick's musclehead body stepping thru my doorway. I even left work early to make sure I didn't miss him. Was a big mistake, because I got home at 4 with nothing to do but wait. I drank a Red Bull and cleaned my whole apartment. Still had some time to kill, so I got online and checked out the site I'd gotten the protein powder from. Stuff was called MassMeister. Made in Thailand. Hmm, hadn't noticed that before. Well, at least it wasn't China. I'd gotten a 30lb bag for Nick. I figured that would last him awhile. I started edging to the thought of him packing on the whole 30 pounds as muscle. That would put him at 266lbs. I pictured him being ripped up, with a tight yet rounded out 6pack. Legs like Branch Warren's. Twenty-three inch neck.
I was leaking pretty good when I looked at the clock and realized it was 6:05. "Fuck," I said to myself, then shook myself down and buttoned my pants back on. I was just about back to normal when my buzzer went off. I buzzed Nick in, and tried to compose myself. I opened up my door and looked down the hallway as Nick made his way to my third floor walkup. He still had on his black polo shirt, but minus the apron. He had a gym bag slung over his shoulder. He looked even bigger in my small hallway than he did at the Starbucks.
"Hey, man," he said when he saw me at my door.
"Hey, Nick, come on in."
He stepped inside and put down his gym bag. He looked around and said, "Nice place. Smells clean."
I laughed and said "Thanks. Let me get your protein. Do you want to try it before you decide if you want to take it?"
"You're using it too?"
"Yeah, started on my bag about 2 weeks ago. I'll tell you, maybe it's placebo effect or something, but I swear I already feel a difference. I've gained about 5lbs, and lost an inch off my waistline."
"You know, I was going to say, you look jacked, man." I got a flush of pride from having a musclehead like Nick tell me I looked jacked.
"Thanks. Here, let me get you some." I went into the kitchen and got out a big glass. I filled it with water, then added some of the protein powder. I mixed it up and handed it to Nick. "It's not like any shake I've ever had. It mixes instantly and is pretty much tasteless."
Nick took the glass from me and chugged the whole thing down. He put the glass down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're right, tastes like mineral water or something. No lumps at all. That's awesome."
"And, I'm getting more veins, too. Not like yours, but I've got them showing across my upper chest."
"Let me see," said Nick.
"Take off your shirt, I wanna see."
I hesitated, but only for a second, then I peeled my shirt off.
"Dude, you are definitely looking jacked. And I see the veins, too, running right along here," and he reached out and ran his finger across my upper chest. Let me show you mine," he said, and he started pulling his shirt off, but got stuck halfway up. "Help me pull this up over my head, man. Starbucks only makes there up to XXL, and it's tight as hell on me."
I went up to him and grabbed the bottom of his shirt as he raised his arms up over his head. I pulled the shirt up over his lats, which jutted out so far, it was like peeling off shrink wrap. He had to lean over so I could pull the shirt up and over his arms. Then he stood upright. It was hard to believe, as big as he looked in the shirt, that he looked so much bigger without it. So thickly packed with muscle. A tank.
I tried to remain calm. "Did you just shave down recently?" I asked him, because his skin was completely smooth over his muscular torso.
"Yeah," he said, "First time I've done my whole body. Felt weird at first, but now I'm liking it. Really shows off the muscle." I saw him looking at himself in the mirror on my kitchen wall. "Hey, speaking of which, you want to help me with something?"
"Sure," I said...anything.
"I couldn't reach the back of my quads to shave them down good, and my girlfriend wouldn't help me."
Girlfriend. That pretty much threw a wet blanket on the dozens of fantasies I had running through my head. "Why wouldn't she do it?" I asked.
"She's kinda prissy about it, and didn't even like that I was shaving my body. You mind?"
He was already sitting at my kitchen table, taking off his sneakers. Then he stood up, undid his pants, pulled them down, and stepped out of them.
"Holy shit, Nick," I said, grabbing a kitchen chair and sitting down, "your legs are huge!"
"I know, man, they respond so fast. I taped them out at 30 inches the other day after squats. Manager at the gym says I could go pro with legs like this." He looked down at his left leg, then flexed it. The muscle exploded out all over his quad. Then he lifted his foot up and flexed his lower leg. "Calves are coming up real quick, too." His calf muscle balled up and popped outward, covered with splits and veins. "Let me get the gel I like to use for shaving down," he said, and waddled out of my kitchen toward his gym bag, his glutes rolling in his tight white briefs. His huge back barely made it thru the doorway. He came back with a bottle of aloe vera gel. "Where's your shower?" he asked. I pointed down the hallway. "You okay?" he asked me.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered. The kid was either totally naive, or the biggest tease on the planet.
"Come on, Frank, this will only take a second."
I got up and led him to my bathroom. He stepped into the shower stall and handed me the gel. "Just spread a little on the back of both my legs. Shaves down so smooth." I took the bottle and put some gel in the palm of my hand, then rubbed it onto his skin. His leg muscles were hard as granite. I covered the narrow strips of hair that he'd missed on both legs. Then I grabbed my Mach 3 and started shaving. I was lightheaded with lust for him, but I kept shaving, and rinsing the razor off in the sink. He was right, it didn't take long, and when I was done, I toweled off the back of his legs. "You get it all?" he asked. I rubbed my hand up and down the back of his leg. He was right about how smooth the gel made his skin. It was like satin. He bent his leg at the knee, raising his lower leg up. "Check out how big my hamstrings are getting," he said, and his hamstrings popped out like ship ropes.
I stood up and leaned against the shower door. "Nick, I can't. I can't take it."
"What's the matter, man, you don't like this muscle?" he asked, turning to face me.
"It's too much. I can't handle it."
"Can you handle this?" he said, as he leaned in and kissed me right on the mouth. Taken my surprise, I tried to back off, but he pinned me up against the shower wall. We kissed until our hardons were pressing into each other. Then he pulled away, pulled off his briefs, freeing his swelling cock. "I been wanting to do that for awhile," he said.
"What about your girlfriend?"
"I'll dump her." Then he stroked himself harder. "Besides, she gives shitty bj's. And I need to bust one out 3, 4 times a day.You wanna try?"
"That all you want me for? A good bj?"
"Maybe," he said with a grin. "This all you want me for?" and he flexed his arm in my face.
"Maybe," I said, as my cock stiffened.
He raised his peak to his mouth and licked it. "I don't blame you. And just wait. Gonna get so huge for you." Then he leaned in and kissed me again. I could taste the salty biceps sweat on his lips. I ran my hands around his thick bull neck and groped the muscles of his upper back. Hard dense muscle, making me rage. This time, I was the one who broke the kiss. "How big you gonna get?" I asked him. "Freak mass monster big, dude," he said. "Then I'll give you the best blow job you ever had," I said. It was the least I could do for my growing barista musclehead.