Timmy's Fetish 4
by Londonboy
Senior Year
I searched for Timmy in all of our regular hanging-out spots before school, but I couldn’t find him anywhere. I was a little disappointed since I had such great news to share. I finally found him in the library after getting a tip from another friend. I had also been informed that Timmy was upset about something. I was smiling broadly when I found him in a back corner on the second floor. I was too excited about my news to notice that Timmy had obviously been crying.
“Hey T, guess what! I got into Stanford! It’s going to happen – you and I are in the same school. We’re going to be able to be roommates. Can you believe it?”
“Um . . . that’s great, Justin.”
“Well hold down the excitement there, pal.”
“I’m sorry man. I’ve just got a lot on my mind this morning. It really is great news.”
“What’s the matter Rutgers?”
“Nothing.”
“Dude, this is Brandon. I know when something is wrong. Come on spill or I’m going to hold you upside down until you do!”
I stood up to prove my point and immediately noticed that one of my usual threats, which always thrilled my friend, caused no reaction at all. I instantly knew that something really bad was up with my friend. I pulled my heavy chair closer to him using just one hand – something Timmy noticed, but did not acknowledge in any way. This made it clear he definitely was upset.
“Timmy, what’s wrong. Man, tell me or I’ll go ask someone else.”
“No! Don’t ask anyone. I’ll tell you. Um . . . I, uh, ran into a little . . . problem with Dirk Stevens and his friends.”
“That jerk? What kind of problems, Rutgers?”
“Yesterday, right after school, he caught me looking at some pictures on my computer and he made a big deal about it. He’s been going around the place telling everyone what he saw and . . . well, it’s a little embarrassing. Everything will be over in a few weeks anyway – I just need to lay low until graduation, that’s all. I just can’t believe I didn’t realize he was looking over my shoulder.”
“What kind of pictures, T?”
“It doesn’t matter. Forget it, Bennett. I don’t want you to be disappointed in me, too.”
“Dude, I’m going to hear about it anyway, so you might as well tell me.”
“It was . . . pictures of . . . um . . . some big muscle guys.”
“What’s the problem with that? You’ve always got comic books of superheroes and stuff like that – everyone knows you’re into that stuff. You’re worried about nothing, man.”
“No, Justin. This time it was different, very different. I was looking at pictures of muscled guys, but they were . . . nude. I was looking at porn, okay? Gay porn. I’m gay, Bennett and that’s the problem, man. Dirk and his buddies seem to tolerate everything but someone being a homosexual. He took my computer and showed the pictures to lots of people while his buddies held me down. He even kept the computer saying he was going to make sure my pictures went viral.”
“What an asshole! Listen, Timmy, don’t worry about . . . oh hell, dude, come on.”
“Where are you going?”
“To get your computer back.”
“No, Justin. Let’s just wait in here until first period. I actually might go home – you know, call in sick or something.”
“Listen, dude, we’re going to get that computer and I’m going to make sure Stevens apologizes to you.”
I didn’t allow Timmy to protest any more. I grabbed his backpack and was walking away before he could say anything. I knew exactly where I’d find Stevens and his pals. I also knew exactly what had to be done. This moment felt as powerful as the day I had ripped apart a safe with my bare hands at Alex’s house. Years later I would look back on this particular moment as one of the proudest in my life. I needed to help Timmy more than anything else in the world – he was, after all, my best friend. I couldn’t stand seeing him upset and realizing a bunch of assholes were bullying him only made me more determined towards my objective. He was going to get both his computer and an apology – I knew it as certain as I had known I would be able to destroy the safe. I was determined and when I was determined about something – there was almost nothing that could stop me. We found Dirk and his goons in the courtyard, surrounded by a group of people. It was clear by what was being said that Timmy’s computer had obviously gone to sleep mode and Stevens was now trying to figure out the password. I walked straight up to the table. Normally, I would have avoided the group completely, but today was different.
“Hey Dirk-bag, give Timmy his computer back.”
“You mean just because his little girlfriend is here to challenge me? Get lost snowman.”
Somehow, today, the nickname people used because I wore sweatshirts all the time pissed me off. I knew it was mostly tied to the fact that the jerk in front of me had done something bad to my friend, but I had a feeling that Dirk’s upcoming apology was now going to include one to me, as well. I smiled down at the guy – something I don’t think he was used to. He usually intimidated other kids and didn’t mind throwing his almost two hundred and fifty pounds around when he needed. He was also cocky because he had a little devoted group of followers that would do his bidding any time he asked. My attitude clearly bothered Dirk and I noticed some hesitation in his eyes.
“Do you have something against homosexuals, Stevens?”
“Only when they’re little fairies like Rutgers, there. You should see what he was looking at on his computer. It’s disgusting.”
“I think I probably would have liked it – I would have liked it a lot. You see, dumbass, I happen to be gay, as too. And if you have a problem with Tim Rutgers, then you must have a problem with me, as well. I think you owe him an apology and I think he’ll be taking his computer back now.”
“Oh yeah, snowman? I actually think something quite different. I think after I’m done making sure you never make the mistake of calling me a derogatory name again I’m going to make little Rutgers give me his password so I can send his homo smut all around town. At the same time, I’ll make sure I include some comments about you liking boys, too. It will be my pleasure to clean up our school of people like you.”
Dirk stood up from the table and his henchmen made room so he could walk around to stand in front of me. I had grown a lot in the last few weeks. I could feel that I was about to hit a major growth spurt, but I was still basically only as tall and heavy as the jerk in front of me – even though I knew I was much more muscle than him. My much larger sweatshirt, however, hid the chiseled body that was underneath. I realized the guy I was challenging was dumb, but I didn’t realize the degree of his stupidity. Dirk stepped in front of me and immediately threw a powerful punch into my gut – without any warning and clearly provoking the fight. My smile grew wider as my intensely hard abs stopped his fist without me feeling a thing. I knew I was amped up with adrenaline, but it was also clear the guy’s full force would not have impacted me at all no matter what. Dirk was clearly shocked by how painfully abrupt his punch was stopped by my stomach. I could see how much my hardness hurt his hand, but he was not going to let anyone know that fact. He quickly pulled his hand back and I saw him moving his fingers to work out the sting.
“What do you have down there, Bennett? Pull it out and take my punch like a real man. We’ll see how much you’re smiling when you find yourself ass to the ground.”
I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt with both hands. I pulled it up slowly, making sure the suspense built to the climax I anticipated. As soon as the hem of my shirt started going past the first set of perfectly corrugated abdominal muscles I heard a loud gasp from Timmy, who was standing to the side and staring at me, too. The small group gasped, as well. I thought I heard my best friend whisper something like ‘I knew it’ softly and I realized my best friend had guessed what I looked like under my shirt for a while, now. It had gotten harder and harder to hide my growth and we did hang out together most of the time, so it was definitely inevitable that he was going to be the first to find out.
“I don’t have anything down there, Dork Stevens, but hard-as-hell abs. What’s the matter – did my tummy hurt your puny little hand? Haven’t you ever felt a concrete stomach, douche-bag?”
It was weird to finally see a group of people gawking wildly at my body – the way I always dreamed they would. I had hidden myself for so long that I actually sometimes forgot how phenomenal my body really was. My stomach definitely looked like perfection chiseled in stone. I believe Dirk would have said it felt that way, too. The entire group of his ‘go to’ guys were staring at me with mouths open wide and disbelieving eyes. It was definitely a turn on and I actually felt my cock getting a little hard from the shock on their faces. I tensed my abs and saw intense desire spring up in Timmy’s gaze while a flicker of fear flashed across Dirk’s face, as well as those of his little entourage. I could feel how powerful my stomach must look and I knew it could have easily withstood anything Stevens cared to send my way – even if he had a sledgehammer or had been in a moving vehicle. I, of course, would have never told him that, but it was fun knowing it. I just decided to allow the dumbass to actually think he had a chance when going up against me – especially if it meant his army of dumbasses joined him in the attack.
“Do I detect a little manly lust in the way you’re looking at my abdominals, Dirky-boy? Me thinks the lady doth protest too much!”
“Take him down, guys, and don’t worry about spilling his blood.”
I realized fully that I was borderline bullying the guy by this point, but I didn’t care. Dirk Stevens had tortured people at our school for years – even all the way back to elementary school. I figured it was time for him to learn a lesson. I also felt a power welling up inside of me that did, indeed, rival the moment I had destroyed a medium sized safe. I knew I had enough control to not hurt anyone, but I didn’t have to worry about it if people got hurt by throwing punches that bounced off or me or things like that. I wasn’t out for blood like Dirk was, but I was intent on getting an apology for Timmy and my friend walking away with his computer. As a matter of fact, I knew both things were going to happen – without a doubt. Two of Dirk’s goons stepped around their leader and rushed at me quickly. I didn’t even miss a beat as I dropped the bottom of my shirt and reached out to grab both guys at the neck. My hand made a perfect V on both guys when I squeezed and lifted. Immediately, the bodies of both high school seniors – guys that played on the football team – flew into the air as I raised them high with little effort. I was picking up two big dudes using about as much strength as a normal kid would use to lift a paper cup. My dick shot to full hardness as soon as I felt the feet of both guys fly off the ground. They each grabbed my hand around their necks and tried unsuccessfully to budge even just one of my fingers. I didn’t squeeze hard enough to hurt them, but I knew I was causing a lot of discomfort and it would eventually cause them to not be able to breathe.
“Your friends are a little light in their loafers, too, Dirk. Maybe you guys are all really close for a reason. They seem attached to you in a particularly affectionate kind of way. It’s a pity they can’t help you now.”
I flicked my arms lightly to the side and let go of each guy at the same time. Both seniors flew a few feet in the air and landed on the ground with a thud. It was clear that my simple disposal of both of them – especially after hitting the ground pretty hard – stunned them greatly. It took a few seconds for them to recover and then they immediately stood up and ran away as fast as they could. They clearly understood the power that existed in my body – mainly because they had felt it – and they knew it was useless to challenge me. I had tossed them to the side like light pieces of dirty laundry. It had been a powerful feeling and I longed to do it again - immediately. I wanted the rest of Dirk’s group to challenge me, since I knew it would be fun defeating every one of them without much of a struggle. I was also suddenly aware that I was showing off for Timmy. This thought briefly interrupted my delight in manhandling the guys so easily. I was surprised that I wanted, no, needed Timmy to be impressed at my strength. I was purposefully making my battle with the goons last longer on purpose so I could find ways to make my best friend get excited. I could have ended the confrontation easily and gotten both the apologies – for Timmy and for me – and the computer easily, but I knew that this was my chance to reveal some parts of my secret to my best friend – and that was suddenly very important. I knew my earlier confession about being gay was definitely going to be the topic of the conversation for the evening, but I wanted Timmy to see my strength in action, as well. I stepped toward Dirk a little – just to intimidate him some more.
“Tossing your friends was pretty easy, Dirk. Maybe you’d like to fly, too. I think it would be fun to see how far I could send your body sailing through the air. I think I could easily throw you to the football field on the other side of campus. Care to find out, asshole?”
I saw more than just a flash of fear creep across the bully’s face. He had just watched me lift two seniors in the air like they weighed nothing, their feet dangling a few feet off the ground before I casually tossed them a few feet away with nothing more than a flick of my wrists. On top of that, the poor guy’s fist was still hurting from his feeble punch into my steel like abs. Dirk, however, was not a man to give up easily. He also knew he still had three more helpers to keep the fight in his favor. The guy was clearly not a fast learner. The largest guy in his little pack, though, must have been the slowest of them all. He was a fullback or something on the football team and considered one of the biggest guys in our school. He was, indeed, larger than me, but I knew that meant nothing when it came to strength. The poor guy, however, thought being a few more pounds heavier and a few inches taller would make him the alpha in this situation. He had no idea that I had reached super alpha status about two years ago and I was still growing. I had secretly wanted the biggest one of them to try something against me. I knew I could beat him in any form of combat, well I could have beat all of them at the same time if they had tried something, but I really looked forward to showing this big guy my strength. It also struck me that Timmy would end up loving me beating this guy more than anyone, since he was so big. The largest guy in the now smaller gang stepped up to me, his face red with anger.
“No one calls Dirk an asshole.”
It was almost like slow motion watching his fist come toward my face. I continued to smile and didn’t raise my hand up in any kind of defense. I wanted his most powerful punch to strike me on the chin – it was one of those strength tests that I had dreamed about for years, ever since I knew I was really powerful. I truly wanted to be in a fist fight and just stand there watching my opponent wear himself out by hitting me over and over and getting worn out and frustrated because I obviously felt nothing. When his clenched hand hit the side of my chin I felt my face move slightly from the impact – not enough to really matter, though, and there was absolutely no pain. The force of his punch simply moved my head a bit. I did, however, hear bones in his fingers and wrist break upon contact. It was a pretty exciting moment, knowing the dude had intended to break things in my body, but the complete opposite ended up happening. The big guy immediately cried out in pain and grabbed the hurt fist with his other hand.
“Timmy, you better call an ambulance. This guy’s fist met something a lot stronger than the force he thought he had. Someone’s going to need to look at the broken bones in that hand. Let’s bring this little one-sided battle to an end, shall we boys?”
I reached out and grabbed the biggest guy at the crotch and by his shirt at the chest. With nothing more than a sweeping motion of my arms – almost like a ballet move of some kind – I had the big dude extended by my arms and hovering over my head. Hoisting the guy into the air was nothing for me. It was the first time I had ever lifted another guy completely over my head and the rush of excitement that blew through my body was pretty incredible. I held the dude there for almost a minute just to emphasize my strength to the remaining group around me, but to also soak up the incredible feeling it caused within me. My goal was to lift the bulldozer that Alex easily powered into the air at the junkyard, but lifting a fully grown football player above my head was a huge turn on all by itself. I wanted to let it sink in how weightless the big boy felt hovering above my head. I wanted to savor the fact that I knew I could have cocked my arms back just slightly and sent the dude sailing so hard he would have traveled a great distance or, worse, maybe even through a brick wall. There was no way I would hurt the dweeb, but it was merely about fully feeling how strong I had become. Messing with these guys had been a breeze for me. I knew I was going to have some explaining to do when I saw Alex, but I knew my actions were a little justified because of what they had done to Timmy. I was pretty sure my brother was going to say I should never use my strength to hurt anyone, but that teaching the bullies a lesson had been a good thing. For no other reason than to simply show off I lowered and raised the big guy’s body above my head for about ten repetitions. I knew on some level the action was mainly for Timmy’s sake, but I also found myself getting slightly more jacked up with excitement because of how easy it was to pump a guy’s body - as if he were just a lightly weighted bar.
“Dude, I used to think you were one of the biggest guys at school. Lifting you so easily makes you seem like a little wimp, though. Let’s see if your two friends over there can hold you in the air as easily as I can. Pumping your entire body up and down isn’t giving my arms any resistance at all.”
I knew my teasing had become a little darker than I expected, but my desire to teach these guys a lesson coupled with my sudden awareness of how showing off – especially for my best friend – made it simply too exciting for me to stop. I brought my arms slightly back behind my head and then sent the big guy’s body flying through the air aimed directly at the two remaining goons standing a few feet behind their leader. Dirk Stevens actually watched his buddy fly over his head and then cringed a little when the biggest one of his group knocked down the two remaining gang members like a softball hitting bowling pins at a carnival game booth. All three boys fell to the ground with a loud thud and enough force to keep them down for a few minutes. I’m pretty sure part of the reason they didn’t move was that they were terrified of me doing something else to them and that’s exactly what I had hoped for. It was now just their ringleader and me. I stepped up to the visibly shaken Dirk Stevens and looked him in the eye. For a brief few seconds I thought about the way I had feared this guy since fifth grade. He had bullied the entire school and I had allowed myself to fall into the trap, as well. I had always been stronger than him, but I had needed to learn about controlling my power. I was now at a point in my life when I was about to be totally free of hiding anything – my homosexuality, parts of my strength, and – finally – my muscular growing body. The sense of freedom being released within me was incredible. I was definitely still in control, but I was having some of the most fun of my entire life. I continued to liken this day to the time I destroyed the safe and my brother’s house. I had been taught a huge lesson that day from my brother – that there had always been greater strength within me for a long time, but I had refused to accept it. Sine that day with the demolished steel box I had become more aware of my powers and seemed to be almost ten times stronger. It had simply been a matter of awareness. The same thing was happening today – and I knew there was a lesson that Alex would have wanted me to learn. I quickly figured out it was not about the extra pump my cock got every time I easily deflected a punch or when I manhandled big guys with no problem. No, Alex would have said it was fine to put bully’s in their place without using my own force to hurt them and it was fine to lift willing men as a source of foreplay, but I knew there was more to the message I was supposed to gain from this moment.
While my head reeled from images of the big guy flying through the air, taking out his two friends and my cock pulsed with pleasure because the feat of strength had been so easy, I started to grasp something important being awakened within me. It was pretty simple, but profound. I was destined for doing good deeds. Helping Timmy had not taken any kind of second thought or inner debate. My best friend had been in need and I simply knew I had to help him – he had been wronged and some semi-bad guys needed to be taught a lesson. It suddenly dawned on me that I had never seen Alex use his strength for anything wrong or evil – never. Alex certainly liked to test his strength and demolish things, but it was always at the junkyard or when someone needed to be taught a lesson. He messed with drivers that purposefully took up two parking places by wedging their precious cars between two trees or other non-moving objects, never hurting the vehicles, but leaving a clear message to the selfish drivers. There had also been some workmen in his neighborhood that continuously broke a city ordinance by starting work two hours before the allowed time of eight o’clock in the morning. After numerous neighbors complained to the police and nothing was done, Alex had broken into the site and personally bent, tied into knots, and crushed into mangled blobs every tool that was used – even the jackhammer. No one knew why, but overnight the workmen became some of the nicest guys ever in the neighborhood, even offering to fix some things at other houses up and down the block for free. I think a few of the men knew it had been Alex that destroyed their tools because they started referring to him by sir and checking in with him whenever they needed to move to the next part of the job they were doing – and it wasn’t even my brother’s house! They just figured Alex ran the neighborhood watch – no, they figured he WAS the neighborhood watch.
Standing before Dirk, my body on fire with my own power, I realized my destiny was to right wrongs in the world. I knew I was to go to college and lead a normal life, but Alex and I would one day be ‘do good’ vigilantes that would make the world a better place. I was actually supposed to be a superhero with my brother – like the ones in Timmy’s favorite comic books. This awareness made me stand in front of the quivering bully of our school with a different perspective than I’d ever had in my entire life. I no longer needed to hide my growing body or some of my strength. It was important to not let the world know I was super powerful by doing amazing things in broad daylight, but I could become more of the person I was changing into because I had begun to embrace my true destiny. It struck me that this was exactly why my father had created Alex and me. It was also what my brother had been teaching me over these last few years. I finally felt like the super powerful man I was supposed to be – both in my heart and in my muscles. I knew I could have ripped Dirk’s body apart with little effort, but that was barbaric and not who I was at all. It was important to teach him a lesson, but - by the looks of the giant piss stain growing at his crotch – I think he was definitely ready to listen to me. I knew it would be good to emphasize my point by continuing to show my strength, so I grabbed him by the front of the shirt and lifted him off the ground. Feeling his body move upward with my strong arm, and it not even register to me that I was holding a guy in the air, created such great pleasure throughout my entire insides. I also had to acknowledge to myself that I was picking up the dude with one hand just to impress the crap out of Timmy. I knew there was going to have to be a lot of explaining later on that day – both at school and at my house - but I also knew it was time. I was soon to be coming out of the muscle closet – just as Timmy and I had both come out of the homosexual closet to each other, as well as the world, that morning. The need for impressing Timmy was so ingrained in my psyche that I knew there was some self-reflection that needed to happen – so I could understand where that desire originated from - but for now it was just good to know that he loved the fact that I was holding a terrorizing bully in the air with no problem.
“Apologize to Timmy for taking his computer.”
“I’m sorry . . . um . . . I took . . . your computer, Timmy. Please don’t hurt me, Justin!”
“Now apologize to both of us for perpetuating the bogus idea that homosexuality is wrong or in some way ‘less than’ you.”
“I’m sorry Timmy and Justin for being a homophobe. I will be more accepting in the future.”
“Wow, Dirk, that was even better than I thought you’d be. I’m proud of you. Now, when I set you down I want you to hand Timmy his laptop lovingly – got it?”
“Yes sir.”
The added ‘sir’ was a pleasant surprise – and something that made my cock twitch strongly. I knew right away that I couldn’t play into those feelings until it was with some guy I liked and we were behind closed doors. It was pretty clear that giving into any feelings of being the alpha dog with a foe would be going down the wrong path. I knew this added awareness was huge, but I also quickly figured out that these kinds of epiphanies would be happening a lot as I became more aware of my new destiny. There were always going to be choices to be made between giving into actions that would be wrong and hurtful or those that would bring about goodness. My training with Alex – which was certainly not over – was all about learning to choose what was right. I suddenly realized that keeping my growing body secret had not just been about not shocking people because huge muscles might pop up overnight – no; it had been more about me learning to use my head and heart before I used my super strength. I could have easily ended up becoming a bully like Dirk – well, a super bully – but Alex had helped me to tame my animalistic off-the-cuff responses so I could do good things in the world. I was suddenly more deeply committed to my brother than ever before. I respected him beyond anyone in the entire world – and I could tell a lot of my lustfulness for the guy was disappearing. Later on I would discover some of that change in attitude was because my desire was being shifted to someone else, but I wasn’t fully in tune with that just yet. I lowered my arm and noticed that Dirk was a little unsteady back on his feet – clearly still terrified by what I might do. I held on to his shirt a few seconds after he was earthbound just to make sure he wasn’t going to faint. I finally let go and he turned to the table beside him, picked up the computer, and walked over to Timmy.
“Timmy, I’m sorry I took your computer and I’m sorry I showed people those pictures. I hope you can forgive me. I won’t ever do it again.”
It dawned on me that this day probably changed Dirk’s life for good. I had a feeling the intense fear I put into his brain, along with the painful stinging in his fist, was enough to set him on a path of being an upstanding citizen. A few years later I would find out that the guy became a gym fanatic – probably trying to lift enough weights to hopefully equal my strength – but that he also joined the Peace Corps and did lots of good throughout the world. I had a feeling that pissing on himself as I effortlessly lifted his big body with one hand had been a huge impetus for his change in behavior. I do know for the three remaining weeks of school after that day he bought Timmy’s lunch every day and stayed away from me completely. Fortunately, the largest dude’s hand was not broken too much and all of Dirk’s entourage were now suddenly on the straight and narrow, too - just like their leader.
I was kind of surprised that Timmy avoided me the rest of that day – there wasn’t even a thank you or any acknowledgement of what had happened. He was nowhere to be found after school and he wasn’t at his house when I dropped by. At home I decided to go downstairs and watch some television. When I got to the basement there was only one light on – the lamp in the corner - and there was Timmy sitting in a chair beside it.
“Take the sweatshirt off, Bennett.”
He wasn’t asking – he was ordering. There was something in his voice that caused me to get super excited – I wasn’t put off in any way. I wanted to immediately shuck the shirt for him, but years of hiding my true self made it not easy. I hesitated a little and began to say something in protest. He, however, was having none of that.
“I don’t care what you’re capable of, Justin, and I know you’d never hurt me, anyway. I’ve been a patient friend for years while you wore sweatshirts – knowing full well there was something developing underneath. You owe me this, dude. Take it off now.”
Who knows why Superman had a soft spot for Lois Lane or why a playful child could easily calm the Incredible Hulk or why almost every superhero ends up having some kind of weakness – I just know that mine was revealed to me that afternoon. I saw the intense desire and fiery demand in Timmy’s eyes and immediately realized that part of my prolonged journey into who and what I was becoming was due to my best friend. It was clear that we were supposed to wait until this exact moment before we bonded in the deep manner that was about to take place. I had never been more nervous and excited in my entire life. I wanted Timmy to be much more than just my best friend. I had always known it – just as I had always known he was gay - but I just didn’t want to reach this moment too soon, neither of us did. We both somehow knew that revealing things earlier would have prevented the extreme lifelong bond that was being forged in both of our hearts simultaneously. Suddenly, I realized my love for Alex and Brandon was moving to second place. It was such an intense feeling that I wanted to start crying, but I used every ounce of my super strength to keep myself together. Timmy showed no sign of emotion. I could tell he was simply on fire with desire – and it fueled a confidence within him that was almost unfathomable. I knew it had something to do with him feeling the same way about me as I did him, but it also had a lot to do with the fact that I had taken on Dirk and his gang for him. My strength and confidence was enough to empower Timmy, as well. He could be dominant and strong because he was beginning to realize that I desired him as much as he desired me. The sexual tension between us was so palpable that I swear we both could hear the other’s heartbeat pounding from our chests. I reached down to obediently lift my sweatshirt off, but then it struck me that I should choose a better way to reveal my body - to symbolically represent the freedom that was being unleashed at that moment. I moved my hands upward and grabbed the collar of my sweatshirt. At the first sound of material ripping I saw Timmy tense his butt cheeks and legs together with all his might to prevent himself from exploding like a stick of dynamite in his pants. I could sense my friend wanted to save himself for something more and that awareness made me calm my own near-ejaculation cock, as well. I was gladly taking my lead from my friend – for I somehow knew he was totally in control of this particular situation. As soon as I had the shirt ripped down the middle completely and I had awkwardly shrugged off the remaining tight material from my shoulders and arms, the room became silent – except for heavy breathing from both of us.
“Holy fuck!”
That’s all Timmy said – and it was no more than a whisper. His stare penetrated into my skin as he looked at every muscled fiber of my upper torso. He drank in the super tight abs that had repelled Dirk’s punch so easily, his gaze lovingly caressed the voluminous meat that was packed into my chest, and then he spent a long time slowly gliding down my bulging shoulders, biceps, and forearms. I stood there motionless as my admirer soaked in everything he had missed over the years – but had somehow known was there. Timmy’s entire body seemed as stiff as my hard cock, as if any movement besides his ravaging eyes would have sent him into an uncontrollable orgasm. I knew if he started spurting – even just a little – I was going to explode with such force that I would have fallen to my knees. Again, it was clear that it was not Timmy’s intention to offer either of us sexual release. He was simply looking at the guy that had defended his honor earlier in the day – the guy he had clearly secretly lusted after for years. I knew better than to interrupt my best friend. This was his moment and I was there for his pleasure. I would have had it no other way.
“Turn around . . . oh . . . my . . . sweet . . . god!”
It was unbelievable how his voice and his words could excite me more than anything – even more than ripping the door off a supposed indestructible safe. My balls and my cock ached for relief – there was actually great pain in my crotch area. I knew better, however, than to touch anything or to allow my rod to spew. I was under the spell of Timmy Rutgers and I would do nothing unless he told me to. Suddenly, my best friend was standing in front of me. He had somehow silently slid out from his chair and walked around my big body. He stared first at my chest and then he tilted his head slightly to look me in the eyes. He smiled, but there was some severity behind the look. I could feel a surprising tinge of fear in my body – something I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
“I understand why you kept it silent and hidden, Bennett. I also get that we still have to wait – just a little while longer. But know this one thing, big man, and know it at the core of every freaking hard muscle on your body.”
Timmy’s voice had changed somehow and it was the most satisfying sound I had ever heard in my entire life. I was also edging me closer to ejaculation than I ever had dangled in my entire life – a feeling that made me dizzy and overwhelmingly joyous at the same time. My best friend raised his hand and poked his forefinger into my jutting right pec to emphasize his next point. I noticed he stalled briefly when his finger didn’t dent my skin in at all. It was just a second of realization, however, and he regained control quickly and gave me the sweetest marching orders of my life. I knew there was no way in hell I would ever do anything to not fulfill what he commanded of me at that moment.
“This is mine, sir – all of it. Every strong bulge belongs to me. No one else gets to grope, kiss, or even slobber on any inch of this massiveness. You got that, Bennett?”
“Yes . . . um . . . sir.”
Earlier, when Dirk had used ‘sir’ with me it had taken me to heights of euphoria that I never knew existed. However, when I used the word in deference to my best friend and new commander, you could have easily knocked me over with a feather. I realized that I had never truly known weakness – throughout my entire life – until that moment. There had been things that I couldn’t do – like the fact that I still couldn’t lift a bulldozer over my head – but I grasped the fact that I had never really known what it meant to feel vulnerable or inadequate. Submitting all of my power – all of my muscled body – all of my being - to my best friend and soon to be lover was more than just humbling. Timmy was now my reason for existing. I had never wanted something this strong in my entire life. I realized I had been building to this moment for most of my days and it was turning out to be everything I had ever dreamed of and more. My friend removed his finger from my chest and I instantly missed the contact with his body.
“We’re going to have to avoid each other for a while, Bennett. This force growing between us is just too strong for either one of us to withstand – even with all of your obvious strength. It will be good for the both of us, though. I have a feeling – and don’t ask me how I know – that you’re about to change even more than you already have. I get the feeling I am intricately entwined with those developments, as well. That thought excites me more than you’ll ever know. I also think I need some time to sort through all these revelations that have happened over the last two days. I’ve been so secret about my homosexuality that I know I need to do some work in healing the pain that has caused – but don’t worry, Bennett, we’re going to be roommates in the fall and college freshmen. I think life is about to change dramatically for both of us – and I don’t mean just because of your growing body. Thank you for standing up for me today. You really are a good friend. But more than that, thank you for showing off for me today. Yeah, that’s right, I realized what you were doing and it was fucking fantastic! I’m going to go now, buddy, but know that there won’t be a moment during the day or night when my mind won’t be thinking or dreaming of you. We’re both going to struggle for a while, but remember it’s all going to be worth it. You truly are one unbelievably gorgeous massive hunk of man, Bennett.”
And with that final comment, my best friend turned and left my house. For years I would always refer back to this exact moment as the time when I saw true strength. I knew I had tremendous power in my body and that it was going to continue developing for many years to come, but the determination and self-restraint Timmy showed that day was truly amazing. I knew he wanted me more than he wanted life itself, but he also wanted to honor lots of other things – my need for secrecy, his need to work out some pain from his past, my need to wait even though he didn’t know why, and so much more. Timmy just knew, on some instinctive base level – that it had been the right time for he and I to reveal some secrets to each other, but it had not been the time to act on those secrets. That would have to wait for a little longer.